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walked down east houston street today unaccompanied by music. i say that because i've been listening to things (meat beat manifesto: let the beeeeaattt, furrrreee...) all memorial day weekend. groove armada too, but i haven't heard a song of theirs yet that has a slightly ridiculous hook that i can spell phonetically like that. a concert is coming up in the city with the likes of common, talib kweli, and tribe called quest; more good hip-hop, but in this case also more homophobia, than you could shake your booty at. should i go anyway? kenyon and i have discussed this before, and i'm going to ask him again.
why didn't anyone freakin tell me how fine david silveria of korn is? it took a big calvin klein dirty jeans banner with mr. korn's bare with a few well-placed hairs chested, pierced-eared, bleach-blonded, handsome face and bod to alert me.