Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Gorilla Google News Daily, the evening edition*



And that's the google news wrap, our latest column.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Behind the Scenes. Where The Defense Began



The good thing about America is you can fight and can create.

You can fight for the path your heart leads you down. And it's magic, don't get too down, sportscenter plug of the night, Plaxico still wants to fly, this time as a bird and not a plane. Those guys got so good at that shit.

Much love to the team and tomorrow, the Broadway play. After I'm done with this I'm a write a black updated Annie for Broadway and send the script to Jigga for Ivy Blue to lock in.



Speaking of the Lexington Basketball movie, it's been a cathartic adventure. And for us, this is keeping it real on an upteenth level. In a way it helped me overcome my own LHS Hoop dreams, Stretch busted his knee day 1 our best friend, starting forward died in April, we went 12-5, no league title after 3 straight and eight out of nine. It was n't suppossed to be us. We were suppossed to win a state title. We lost 13 feet in our starting court, still hashed out a 12-5 record. Prior to my senior year, I was 40-5 over two seasons. Anyway following these kids with a camera and clocking 300 + hours of footage was a unique experience. And re-connecting with my old mentor and coach was priceless. The nightmares are finally gone. Now if I can finish the book it all we finally be in context and with me in a good way. Some pics from the sessions.



We also went and tracked down TH and Sean both of whom were now seniors ironically still playing together at the college level @ Fitchburg State. And we had pizza with them afterwards (Papa Gino's bitches!) just like the old Alexanders days we spent with, high school for them, 30's for us. And it was the right place to be, incredible to see the transition from boy to man especially Seany. I remember when he was born. If ever a kikd grew up lexington basketball, he was that kid. Anyway it was senior night @ Fitchburg State. We got some end footage from our own movie, and Karen Sullivan had an awesome senior sign we took a picture of.



#22 forever Sixteen, Santo (94') Now I lay me down to sleep my boy is gone I'm here to weeep. When I'm taken, when I die, please lord just tell the fellas I said goodby. Cuz that's the word I long to hear, and why you took a young bright boy I'm still not clear. But love I will shit, still and forever, cuz things in life, well can only get better. In my heart you'll eternally reamin until we dance again in heavenly rain. Good night my lord amen, amen, don't know if I ever sleep again. I miss you Matt, already. 4/4/93 (after the 2nd wake) His jersey framed to this day, so many years ago...
And congratulations to Sean Sullivan and TH on a nice college career, I'm going to tell you what the Big Guy told me after 4 years of playing college basketball, not many kids can say they played at the next level. Feel Good about that, your games are strong and you've both come a long way. 1

GQ and the Ring.



Ok Super Bowl Champ and White Ninja from Drumline part II. Bowling at the White House. I quote Jeff collins and to a lesser degree Greg Salvag when I say... we do OK out here.

blessed.

CP (we blowen purple stuff)

Monday, February 27, 2012

Mix Tape Freak - WTDB

holla. I can't help but activate the crew, and document the entire thing like only we can and do, the good and the dysfunctional. But somehow love continues to conquer all, you have to just take a look. Understanding it can be the hardest thing is no small merit. And murdering it again and again is success. You know my whole life all's I ever wanted to do was play basketball at Lexington high. I had a game the brothers would call nice and my neighbors, solid. The fact is, this program was more to me than maybe many others from third grade threw present. With the exception of my partner in this upcoming film. So right there you have the two people in a perfect world that should've followed through and put it together. It's not talking about high school it's immersed in the present, it's creating, honoring putting something down that confidence no brained you threw. Something tangible, your heart in the right place, there is nothing more powerful. Summer's not pregnant, but I'm thinking, already, the passage, time, what of it, maybe something, maybe nothing at all. But I hope you watch this in it's entirety, and sense the magic, feel the story, through the force. You can be anything you want to be. Excellence starts with a commitment, and that's first and fore most, I will never hear otherwise. And my fellow, capatilist, my own generation, in charge now, America, feel this point. And this will always be, speaking for myself, my jewel, nothing will ever compare to going home first, where the heart is.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

12 15 2006, all in Belmont Home

03-03-1988 Mike Walker hits Sixty footer at the half Buzzer! Did It really go IN?



And there goes one of the all time shots in Lexington high home game history. Please just forward to the end of 32:30.

And what a great substitution by the Big Guy. You can see Mike Walker check in with under twenty seconds left in the half and Trevor Williams on the line. I remember being in the latrine directly after, halftime, the old boys bathroom, and hearing Charlie DeGoug's saying, "We'll be talking about that at our 20 year re-union!" To the guy next to him, I was eleven. It was awesome, but one of the great, great mystery's in life, did this shot actually go in?

Watch it, if you can, again and in slow motion. Did this ball actually go in or was it a gift from the ghosts of Lexington basketball's past?

Let us know what you think.

CP Brought to you by Gorilla Dunk Productions, the team behind, Where The Defense Began. A Documentary Film. Coming 2012........

Sequence 110

Friday, February 24, 2012

Lexington High School Basketball 03-05-1988 B.C.High@L.H.S. (not complete)



mix tape circuit for our film Where The Defense Began.

I flew home for some final footage and to take in senior night 2012. Post Coach Farias, the new coach looked like a kid coaching in the Hayden league's. he appeared grossly underqualified. And they have the tallest front court in the league. AND THEY DIDN'T WIN THE MIDDLESEX LEAGUE TITLE, a once birthright. Instead, they LOST SEVEN GAMES.



With a college sized front court and tradition rarely matched state wide, the old guard would've had this team running maybe one loss. Senior night, the stands were empty, and most disturbing, the gym was cold. But this wasn't now, this was then, this was 88 another year in the program. And it's gone. Nothing lasts forever, but we intend to at least make it right, at least put it down, what we had, what was lost on film.



The crowd was empty, the gym was cold, they played zone, and admission was free, and there were no concessions.

Just to re-cap, we film the entire 06-07 season which incidentally was Coach Farias's first undefeated regular season. A season in which he bagged his 500th win, the Minuteman ran off forty plus straight Middlesex League games capping a staggering six year run that left the Minutemen 129-8 the last six years and the gym was always stuffed. The year we came back, it was just like how we left it. And that say's something. The world had changed so much, not inside that gym on Tuesday and Friday night's though. God forbid, a home state tournament game, which the above footage is.

Anyway in one year the new coach playing zone in the cold gym with no fans or admission loses as many in one that they had in the prior 6.



Anyway our cameras left in 07' to louder cry's of parents inside a new administration meanwhile his grandson, the Justin Bieber look alike Matty Langone becomes terminally ill with a rare form of childhood cancer. If your familiar with this, I assure you are not familiar enough. During that time, after the season and following his grandson's passing, this new administration forces the man's resignation at his weakest moment.



And if we believe like stories exploding across the country of this "trophy" generation, the SuperIntendant got involved passed down the order to the 33 year old AD who rolled over and handed the job to the an unqualified former college peer of hers she attended Tufts University with. A biology teacher who was already working at the high school, easy, breezy Reggie something.

Coach Brinklow's 14 years of service are thrown out the collective window, we haven't won a Middlesex League title since, the gym is empty on game nights, the gym is cold on game nights and no one it appears cares one bit and i think it's because everyone is gone.

Coach Brinklow bounced out, Coach Smith heads home to NY, Coach Allen gone. Matty Langone gone, Mrs Brinklow too and the one guy and his loving wife that did so much for me as a student athlete and zilla head nut are dealing with the puncture this school committee indented late in their lives.



Never had a farewell tour, never a nod of thanks or gratitude, no hall of fame, no reminders within the school or it's corridors of the man's giant thumbprint he left on that gym, program and the town itself. It's shameful, and all involved should feel a twinge of that. What boggles me, is how, inside a town of Lexington, obsessed with rules and due process does process suddenly disappear? Look at those bleachers in this game, look at those bleachers, that's why I played basketball. It inspired me. And that's how it always was, why did they ever cut the stands in half? And I was fortunate it was still like it appears here when I played. 88 was especially electric. And I'd never be alone again, Coach Farias was right, Rollie what we called the basketball as kids was one friend that never left your side.



Coming in 2012, Where The Defense Began. The 2006-7 season in full documentary format and high definition.

And thanks to the mizzle, we diggen in those crates. enjoy.... By the way there is a Lloyd dunk in the first five minutes. And how sick was this 88 team? Smooth games all around, cool ass time. The M & M Brothers, all - in, and much love. Charlie Paradise PS: We do miss the 4th Q of this which arrived the best highlight of the game and as usual it came from the crowd. The BC High crowd tired of getting spanked on the court and in the chant war, which I was obsessed with hit us with, "we're going to College." Poking a cruel and slightly racist chant to off set the demolition. But the LHS students just rolled off the toungue, "we're getting scholarships" in thunders five claps. They were beaten, like Vadar says to Luke at the end of Empire. whoo Question: Can the M & M brothers come back and coach? Rocky 5 this bitch.

Retar Crew Show, Marx Cafe / Washington DC

As you know the Retar Crew STORMED our nation's capitol this past Thursday. It was vinyle, it was vintage and it was victorious. The long awaited post is here, and here, dear, is a quick clip of the talented crew arriving befoer their show and white house visit that Friday. I was along for it all. They arrive!

This is the type of clip which equates to a fans dream , just kicking it at your pad with your favorite musicians.

4 Mikes . This next clip is hilarious and goes to the very heart and soul of our beloved Re-Tar's. Ok, so the spot, the Marx cafe, a venue JQ sold on the fly, a venue i don't think was every prepared for this type of act. We had 50 people there, and wham, first crisis hits, the spot only has 1 mike, shit! It's a 4 man act, what to do? GQ was steamed, I tried to keep it positive thinking they played a liquor store over my bachelor weekend in Chi, couldn't have been worse than that, right? However as you'll hear, even at the Liquor store they had 4 fucking mikes.

And with 1 mike there would be no show. So what do you do in a situation like this? I was in the Retar huddle and as panic set in, the first star, and at times, strongest drunk, stepped up. In a crew everyone proves their mantle on certain days and in a variety of ways. And GQ shined, he picked up the mike, and made a plea to the crowd. Hey Ya'll my name is GQ from the Retar Crew, yo we're so happy to be here and want to perform for you but listen the marz cafe only has one mike, so we need your help, if anyone lives close or.... And so it went, and, snap of the fingers, just like that, a kid had a mike in his trunk, a girl had a boyfriend 2 blocks away that is a musician. A half hour later, and boom! We were back, problem solved and we had this.... And with that a show went off and later a great night slept, we needed some rest, the next day we were bowling at the White House. CP Da Realest

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Full court controversy akin To Lexington Basketball. Why the Mom is so, so very wrong

Full court controversy

Click on title to read article.


From left, Anthony Palmeri, Kory Fogarty, Cyrus Baker, and Mike Giaconia of the Red Jacket boys varsity basketball team wear shirts that say "Bring Em Back", on front, and "Miles", on the back, before their game against Harley-Allendale, in reference to the head coach being let go.


By Charlie Paradise.

Another day, another succesful and tough head coach run out of town by an angry mother. The parents that use my broker phone technique of going over a controller's head that isn't interested in what I'm selling, it works. These parents of a suspended player go right to the SuperIntendant. What an awful lesson. The kid platys and they fire the coach. If it didn't just happen to my own high school basketball coach, an amazing coach and man to say the least I wouldn't be so charged. The comments under this article are bountiful to say the least. Here's why the parents are WRONG.

Please read this article in toto first.

Here's the deal, the parent makes a comment at the end of the article and talks about 1 dumb mistake, he's just a kid and should not have his memories robbed. Does this sound familar? Does this resonate with you? Because that's the argument, and it's the only argument. And here's why this is exactly the wrong response however understandable. And as always I will make this point digging out a story of my past.

Briefly: I was 14, on a bikepath with a couple buddies. Blonde girl jogs past us, 1 of said Buddy's grabs her between the legs for a moment in time she jogged past. Also this was a girl that had them kicked off the town bus just the day before. She had been violated, she fell, cried and jogged to the police station as we walked back to my house. That evening I was summoned to the police station, they spoke of a rape charge, and when I went to my usual and only denial defense, I became privvy to a new term, Guilt By Assocation.

The thought I could be in grave trouble having done nothing inappropriate was a shock to my system. And my father had been warning me about it already for years. Guilt by association. Fast forward: 2009, I get a call from an attorney asking me about this incident on a Lexington bikepath back in the spring of 1991, how crazy is that? Said buddy was unable to bring his new born baby back from South America, they were not yet married, and even today remains marrerd in litigation missing all those "firsts" trying to his girl and daughter back in the country. The reason? Sexual offender. So I asked the attorney, we were kids! I thought Juvanile records were sealed?!

His response, "Not when it comes to immigration issues they're not." And I just couldn't believe it. I sat stunned because all's I could hear was my father's voice so many years ago, "Don't be an asshole." "watch out who you hang out with." "one bad decision today could fuck up your whole life."

And it's so true. 17 years ago, and it came back. The past never goes away. Ok, this head coach had a rule in place, go to a party with booze and be suspended for a game. The kid violated it, got caught, you miss a game. He got caught. And these rules are in place because kids are stupid, stupid accidents happen, kids are vulnrable and all's it takes is one night, one wrong moment in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Without the lessons stemming from the consequences of breaking the rules we do a disservice to our future. Sure you could forgive it and spit in the face of the young dead seldomly brought up in these conversations. It sucks you missed a game, and it sucks it was the playoff's, tournament time. But also you violated a rule, a team rule, you knew it, broke it and got caught. Just like the coach said in the article, the SuperIntendant should not even been involved in that conversation between player and coach.

And that's an instrumental teaching device. A team code. It keeps the others in line when a consequence is handed down after an infrastructure of team code. You know why it's good? Because there are rules, so many rules, life does not get easier, there are no excuses to your boss, calls from mother to bosses when the other kid got handed the big account because you missed a day sleeping in a heavy hangover. The past never goes away, and same for the rules. Childhood is fraught with potholes. Kids need discipline and respect, and it still might not be enough. The bottom line is you are a kid, and that's why there are rules. There are consequences to everything you do, the choices you make today shape tomorrow, it's as true as it is cliche. It's not about fair, it's about life. This kid, and this kid's mom really stink the room today here at GDD. Childhood is serious business and must be treated as such if you hope to not only come out of it, but also make a meaningful contribution to your family and country, a country that needs it but increasingly with these types of stories will be more and more devoid of this critical spice when boiled and caught gives birth to captains and leaders. The last point for the mother is that all your are doing here is putting an enormity of importance on a basketball game. It's not the right lesson and these trophy parents can't have it both ways. ******************************************************************************************* I recently attended a Lexington Basketball game and the magic was gone, 45 years down the drain. They played zone, and if you don't know, you don't know.


i think the more you pay in property taxes the more the parents can cry themselves the end result they seek. In our case if Coach farias of lexington had spent his 30 year career teaching and coaching in a less to do, a tougher town, say, Waltham, they;'d have built a statue of the man.

Money is a funny thing, and stories like this drive down property values weather the bulbble you live in allows you to understand this or not. You know in 1988, Coach farias sacrificed a state title and chucked 3 kids off an amazing, amazing squad that year. And he could'ev kept them obn, and they would've won, but he had old school principals. And it was back then, and the kids in question had been in trouble, and guess what? There houses didn't have 3 car garages.


I will bring to light the travesty of Lexington, the only remaining fabric of the old world of lexington basketball, the last man standing was 50/50 raffle man, harry laye, and he was recovering from a stroke, in a wheelchair. God, it was nice to reflect and sad to look up.

The crowd was empty, the gym was cold, you read that? The gym was cold. GDD has been on hiatus spening the last 100 hours in an editing studio making our movie, which documeted an end of an era....


Stay tuned, and never, ever, rat on your friends.

What no one realizes here is that the kids, ultimately are running the show, exuding more power than ever, in an America clearly slipping off it's high's. We must realize this, we must get tough again.

We 're doing our part, please stay here for updates, and we'll give you the heads up for the limited opening back in Boston as we quickly approach this summer.


holla.

CP

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Retar Crew promotional Free Style for tonight s DC show , Retar Crew!!



10PM. Marx Cafe, Washington DC. My favorite JQ from their original TV show back in the early part of this decade, Scratch and Burn. Fraction Jackson, crank it !!!!!!! And yes, they wrote, starred and did all the music for the run.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Cusp Kids, Tukey Bowl 2002, YG F

I'm So Straight - Erik Weiner (aka Red Dragon)



Another gem from our boy Dragon, the man that brought you 1 Line on the Saprono's, crank it !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Draghon we been killen them fo years my slice of holmes.

Happy Digital Wed Underrgound, humpty, hump..


And tomorrow nifght in DC, Retar Crew, to quote yet again the man of this post, it's on like Dijon!

fella

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Chapter IV. Sweet Sensation. 1st Day of school Cont… (1990) Legendes.

Chapter IV Cont. Sweet Sensation (the number #1 song in the Country that day) *******************************************************************************************

“Where should we park?” Porsche asked my sister Brooke which by the sound of her tone was a gigantic question. “Over there, I think?” My sister muttered to the finish line of her response, devoid of conviction before continuing “No, right there, wait, maybe?” Porsche responded, “not by G housers Brooke.” “Wait who do you thinks hotter, Seth or Brendan, seriously?” “Ethan is seriously so much way hotter than both of them.”

The girls were always talking about boys. “Totally!” Porsche high fived in true 90210 fashion my sister. Wheezer was blasting. It was deafening and giving me panic. I looked at Magic he was soaking it all in as we rolled into the mouth of our new lives. In fascinating alignment we see the student parking deployed in all of its rugged decadence. I realize I was probably over dressed instinctively hiding the cane under my legs. This was it. I don’t give a fuck Sprawls of good-looking clicks sauntered about looking to be seen and or preying on victims. The upper class guys were dressed in what appeared to be pajamas.

Anyway we’d heard too many stories at Upper Hayden about classic things that happened in this parking lot not to be excited. I was involved. “This is sick.” Magic was content. “I know.” The only response I could come up with. We had waited for our first day of high school like parents anticipate grandchildren. We had skills. I was about to go crazy.

“Mike look! Peri, there he is, chilling the man.” Peri knew both Magic and I, he was a basketball captain and legit prospect. Peri was six three, point guard, handled the ball on a sleepy string with great instincts. He knocked down deadly eighteen-footers and was a scoring machine. We watched him kill kids in Junior High and when he was a Sophomore. he started. This was a rarity next to our idol and then senior Lloyd "Lizz" who was a Mcdonalds All American. And Peri had game. And he was the man.

“Wow.” I was day dreaming out loud. “Look at that rack!” But I couldn’t, I had to make a decision on the cane. I could tell Magic was happy with his dressing strategy. “I might not be able to walk into high school for the first time with you if your really going to take that cane out of this jeep.” “Yeah.” I respond drifting like I’d just taken a muscle relaxant. Now I was definitely going pull it out and strut. “Carl we’re about to park, remember what we talked about.” Brooke floated back a stern look of cool affection.

“People will like you Carl if you don’t show off so much.” Brooke flaming the fans of my own insecurity right before we exit our module was the first mistake. Girls that actually spoke to me like Porsche and my sister always pleaded with me to tone it down. My best girl E Double from 3rd grade at Hastings never said it though. She was my biggest fan. She wanted Showtime with a blistering, catastrophic anger. I can’t believe Brooke said that in front of MAgic and Porsche “Yeah she’s right buddy, you want to keep riding in with us right? And don’t act so black, I mean a little is OK, but you go overboard.” “Porsche fuck you, you’re a loser here just like Junior High.”

“your in store for a big wake up call Carl!” “Fuck you ho and fuck guitars” ”You’re going to fail here kiddo.” ”That’s it!” I was done. I grabbed my cane; fuck it and jumped out the jeep. Porsche held her hand to her mouth like a southern women sneezing politely, “oh my god this is like what I was totally afraid of.” “By Carl.” My sister slammed the jeeps small door. “What’s up Mike?” But before I even look over he had walked away. With my cane in tow and new Adidas Carolina blue Adidas Sky Jackers with the powder blue slips, I was all of a sudden alone on the really tip. Reverting back to the animalistic detail that separated and defined me in many ways I climbed on top of Porsche’s Jeep (which I now wanted to key) and smiled, “Yeah boy! What’s up high -”

Instantly I was harshly interrupted by a bunch of nearby coffee drinking braided belt wearing pajama rocking senior football players, I didn’t think they started. Abjectly I looked down while contemplating my abjuration for I’ve never to this day had an affair with braided belts.

“Hey Carl, pipe down you fucking wiga!” A large laugh ensued. My soft spot drilled and everything fell silent. My confidence dropped through the floor.

Everyone had a soft spots and “wiga” was mine. If Magic was my best friend, Lamont was my brother. I’d watched the civil war films with my father after my accident. And Lamont gave me not only a brother from Dorchester but also a unique lense in which to see a very difficult reality continually absorbed. A reality that spawned a hundred questions that no one it seemed carried the confidence to honestly address. The guys in Pajama’s and or jeans with braided belts and Doc Maarten’s, they were racists. I’d hear them in the Hayden locker-room. And kids are kids and kids are like that but the legends we honored never were racist. And my heart was again pounding, a massive amount of adrenaline made eye contact, “what?” “Ha, ha, ha Carl fucking Easton in high school. He’s a (pause for game show effect) Wiga look at the fucking cane! Go home you retard!” “Fucken Wiga.” Another voice another chuckle. “Carl Easton, keep talken wiga!” Everyone lost it right away after that. And in fairness it was a relatively just off the press type of term at that point. My heart sunk.

I knew the last voice right away. Tyler Hodgkin. I know his fat mom too. He was wearing the aforementioned skids and Bart Simpson T-Shirt. Guys and girls laugh alike as the spotlight expanded. I was nervous and needed to get angry. I hate rich kids. I hate white people. And suddenly I was there. I could play comedy. “Hey Tyler, your weight belt at Hayden has fake girls in bikini’s on it, you have no neck and walk around with your arms out like you haven’t showered since the last bench press you benchwarmer!” I’d crossed the line, his eyes dropped down and towards each other, he was shocked, “What did you fucking say to me punk?” “Look at how fat your chin is boy!” I got my first high school crowd laugh. That was big. I was turning this thing around. “Yo, I see your mom and shit at the skating rink and her body isn’t medium it’s fucken large G!” A small and growing chuckle ensued. “Hey everyone look at Tyler’s gay champion sweatshirt and faggy braided belt! I only wear Adidas people!”

As I jumped back off the Jeep Tyler and two of his buddies accompany him to stomp out this public threat and retain the faith in there average upper class images on the very first day of their senior year. As a freshmen with theses clowns, I thought to myself, I have nothing to lose. After all there were hot girls with big boobs, bank accounts and zilla like tendencies everywhere watching, high school in Astori. They were probably wearing black sunglasses with curvy white signatures in the corner as well. I don’t give a fuck In the moment, I’m ready, it was a fast market and I now had the jitters. I forgot my books fuck

I laughed at ADD. I grinned slyly. I shrugged my shoulders. Suddenly Tyler stepped on my brand new Carolina blue Adidas Sky Jacker with the blue slips shaking his head and lightly salivating. Pointing his finger directly into my bone dominated nose his spit was crystal clear, “I’ll fucking break you in two. You little dysfunctional spaz.” As his friends laughed, I began mentally preparing my next statement. It’s just a movie. “Yo, I can see like you being mad n shit that I being a freshman gets up and just starts screaming stupid shit. I’m sorry yo. I had a rough morning with the family, you know.” I hit him so lightly on the shoulder, “ And I have bad ADD yo.” If you build it, it will come.

Miraculously no one had verbally intervened and I became pumped that an audience of this magnitude remained quiet while I spoke. Silence persisted another four seconds until I softly uttered, “Yo MO, Tyler, I was serious about what I said though?” Tyler responded tough cutting threw the cluttered silence. “What’s that?” A deep breath “your mom,” my voice slowly rising to a scream “has a serious fucking weight problem!” Immediately Tyler that of superior height and strength hang 10’d me with a double fist strangle lock. Oh fuck I was fucked, and boy was he angry. You could see it in his neck veins people were loving it. My face turned purple. I dropped my cane. I can’t breathe. Help Jesus. It was scary. Laughter was the only audio playing. Different colors appeared, hundreds of tears flowed down my face. I can’t breath. I can breath. I see Security. I was dropped. I was inhaling air so fast and furiously because air tasted so good on my gums. Better than oranges at halftime of youth soccer games on hot summer days. I lay feebly all alone on my knees emotionally shaken. I’m OK. I finally tune back into the real world. Anger rallied me to my feet and I quickly felt for the small butterfly knife I tucked inside my jeans this morning for a situation just like this. My first thought was to run up and put two-thirds of that blade in the back of his neck. Then I would feel better. I carry a “doink” to school because I’m an aspiring rap star. TR was so shocked the first time he saw that knife Freshman year. “Ain’t no half steppen” I’d tell him in all seriousness.

As I watched Tyler high five his dimwitted running mates a newly instated student parking lot security guard wanted answers. “What the hells the problem here kid?” I couldn’t believe that toy boy / women was actually asking belligerently what had happened with me when the true felons were just seconds away! “Yo, just step away cracka.” I love callen white people crackers I wiped the last tear from my eye, heard the bell ring, regrouped and thought, “dam.” Also I’m thinking that if my mother had ever just witnessed how I just acted during my first thirty seconds of high school? That might’ve been it. I promised her on my grave this morning that I would be good this year, a whole new Carl I’ve moderately breached. An older girl walked by and I shouted, “yo Erica!” She stopped and thankfully responded, “yes Carl?” I seriously counter with terse quickness. “Yo chunks where am I supposed to go yo?” I was trying to regain my toughness on a fat girl that was friends with my sister in the 4th grade. “Homeroom loser.” She flew around and walked away trying to look mad at me. I wonder what that snotty little face would look like with moms Kawasaki high speed massager between her legs.

I straightened my shirt, which was dope, picked up my cane, turned my chain, pull downed my jeans, and headed towards homeroom pissed. My head was down and shaking from side to side in unison with my strut. It may look funny to some but I warn everyone I will do something stupid to you for my rap career.

And GDD Song of the Day, rest in peace NateDog, a classic.

Happy Valentine's Day (Part 1 of 4). JQ !!! Great Hook.

From our house band the Retar Crew. And this is some JQ soloist, see the rest of the Retar's and there own personal ode's below...







GQ



Jackson...



PO and Weezy...




And of course their smash performance at the Double Door I personally filmed. Fuck me if it's all the same because I forgot my boom mike. But you get the gist, check em out tonight in Brooklyn, the Retar Crew Valentine's Day's shows rule the world! And check us out Thursday night in DC at Marx cafe, Fri in Annapolis. And stay tuned for live footage of our bowl off Friday afternoon at the White House. Who do you know like us.....


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And continious big shout's to Kate Upton, we;'ve loved you here @ GDD from the start, and now you are the cover girl for the SZI swimsuit issue. Smart move SI, way to go KU. You are, stand by got toungue tied

F the Drama. The Retar Crew. Wash DC Show 3 days !!



This is a gem, Jackon murders his verse, he's the really white dude. A great track from an ill crew, my favorite is when JQ laments on his / 3rd verse, "Fuck running shoes" before asking, "why they gotta be so ugly?"

Stay tuned for our new website aimed at our hometown of Lexington MA. Also we'll have a Super Bowl Champ in the house Thursday, look for some footage of us all bowling at the white house Friday. With these assholes.

I'm hoping to make some major announcements by the end of the month regarding our basketball movie, and no m,atter what, it's still early people. Keep that energy high, make it a great fucking year, 2012, h-h-h-h-holl A!

CEE

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Leg warmers - Back Up Dancers Wanted, you tube auditions. Here's our Hat :)

The Leg Warmers are local legends. And, and, I always wanted to be a back up dancer, let's help each other. Check out the other auditions via you tube. The Legwarmers, just so you know what we're dealing with...

Legendes, Story V. The 1st Day Of School (Astori)

Chapter V

The #1 Song In the Country @ the time: Sweet Sensation, Sept 9th, 1990

The first and last day of grade school, junior high, High school and college are all highly regarded events for young parents with cute little kids. Anticipation, crisp fall air and possibility. Dreams intact bound hope to chance, tied preparation to progression all before reality robbed many of their courage Before we kids ruined everything there was hope.

The first day of first grade in elementary school for almost every parent in all of America is quality. Of course it doesn’t always last but at least on that first day of the first grade everyone was batting a thousand. Inside America say in Washington DC more than half of the kids that you start grade 1 with will never see the end of high school. Another large segment will never see college. And half of those kids won’t see their kid’s own graduation from a higher institution of learning. Of course if you were black and a product of the inner city these numbers skyrocket. In Astori it was just accepted that everyone matriculated unless as aforementioned you were black. Those were just the numbers although the METCO program had a solid record of placing students in college they just not my friends.

Understanding my own behavior and how quickly once promising school years typically soured, my parents always celebrated the brief moment of delinquent celibacy, I hadn’t a blemish on my years record. It was just like opening day of baseball. So much hope at Fenway Park for that first matinee. And it was the same for my school year. I hadn’t won a game but I hadn’t lost. Just like the phony pony pictures of the curtain family’s in the towns paper.

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Throw in our next store seemingly perfect sisters Mercedes, Porsche and their brother John and on Dogwood drive, at least for that morning, the illusion had become real. After kick saving my Junior High career so late in the game my mother had a wide range of new concerns and serious doubts.

Junior High Flashback: “College?” She says it like Jim Mora while coaching the Colts in his classic sound bite, “Playoff’s?” “College, College.” Laughing to herself at the prospects before tossing out, “Carl your probably going to wind up serving prison time.” That would always get a good laugh out of her, my sister and father.

My mother was always supportive on the camera heavy first day of now high school. However just last night she’d mentioned how she had racked her brain fives hours yesterday and couldn’t think of one instance in my life where I had sat still. New clothes, your best gear, day one all on display, high school, the biggest deal yet in my life. I still had braces. I promised myself last night that toning it down was in our best interest. However looking down at my cane, new sneakers and skinny gold chain I stole from my sister five minutes ago it didn’t appear this was happening.

“Now Carl what is the very first thing your going to do when you get to school today?” My mother says gently but diligent seriously like a citizen of the world with a military background. And she said it in front of my three sisters Dana, Mercedes and Porsche, which made it the worst. We were all a year apart. Exhausted by the fact that we’ve gone over this a hundred times I’d muffle, “introduce myself to the nurse, tell her I’ll be back at noon.” “And make eye contact.” My dad dripped on eye contact for emphasis.

“Right Carl! That’s a good boy, wait, why the hell are you carrying a cane, your not going to school with that.” “Ma, my ankle hurts, basketball is my life, you can never be too cautious, it’s my career we’re talking about.” “I don’t know.” She rubbed her fingers together, suspicious. The cane had crashed her brain. During moments like that she knew in her quickest and deepest calculations it was a system crasher better to just move on and kick save the big first day. A Tuesday in the winter and we’d have something to talk about. Not on the first day. “Ok, whatever, give mommy a kiss, make me proud kiddo.”

So jolted by the dynamite fuel which is the end of my mothers first day of questioning I hug her off of her feet exclaiming sincerely “I love you! I’m going to knock em dead.” My dad looked over like a coach skeptically overseeing a young athlete getting ahead of himself “One day at a time bunky” he said with his hand on my shoulder of course citing yet another smart axiom. After the big concern of the day was dealt with, the “rents” got back to what this joyous day was really all about; pictures. Astori to me was all about pictures. We were very fortunate to have two “sisters” that lived next store to us to share in all our Mayhem and us theirs. However Twistisism in Astori, on paper, they looked perfect. I regularly had to beat down kids in Mercedes grade if they upset her. She’ s my kid sister bitch. I’d always had a violent allegiance to my three sisters based on the loyalty stemming from all of the time and days together watching General Hospital. We really grew up together. The cast breakdown on the age tip here was tightly laddered. Mercedes was the youngest; followed by me followed by Dana and finally Porsche. Next year we’d all be in high school together.

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ttractive semblance heightens the tragedy it also accentuates the gold medal moment. It is of that consequence that pictures, flowed and bountiful hugs applied during the latest in our timeline of, first days of school. We had moved to Astori immediately after my accident with the riding lawnmower. And I was the kid that was run over by a riding lawnmower. I’d learned to revel in it rather than let it fuck with me. And my goal was to be known as a varsity basketball player and not a handicap.

Our first year in Astori we lived happily in a yellow split duplex until I almost burned the house down. I was playing with fire literally and soon, metaphorically. I set ablaze the green living room carpet. I cried and told my father who was for the one hundredth time in my life going to kill me, “I’m sorry dad I just scared to move again.” Even cognizant at nine years old that it was a pathetic line to cover up my own delinquency I still uttered without conscious. I was just satisfying my curiosity of matches and cleaning products.

The big man bought my desperate attempt at salvation hook line and sinker. Except that he made me keep the burned up rug from the old den in my brand new bedroom for the next fifteen years. It’s why we always loved at the end of Back to the Future when Marty Mcfly delivered this line to his then father at his senior prom which do to the miracle of Time travel he was able to attend.

“If you ever have kids and one accidentally sets fire to the living room rug, go easy on him.” Marty Mcfly “We’ll watch out for him, he’s got two older sisters.” Porsche placates mom. A remaining few congenialities and it was time to attend the one moment that I had looked forward to my whole life. Only Magic held an equal adrenaline rush because let’s face it, for everyone else it was still school. We’d been prepared in a different way.

And there was much competition amongst the two of us toed to an eternal understanding that basketball success would bring good things to us. Crawling inside the Jeep I was hit with a coldblooded fact, everyone was wearing dope sunglasses except me.

Jesus fucking Christ

With little white signatures cursively crafted in a corner I suddenly felt lost about an outfit that seconds ago I was so sure about. Jumping into Porsches new convertible Jeep the last thing I heard besides Jane Addiction and barking dogs was my mother screaming, “Carl you forgot your books!” Away we roared. Anyway high school meant freedom. The girls so wrapped up in their appearance matched in the same played brown leather coats that they didn’t hear my faint mothers screams which was good because the books cramped my style and didn’t vibe with the doper cane I was about to pull out. The girls of course deaf in their focus of having just the right song on missed my mother’s final attempt to get the first day off on the right foot.

Brewing with energy I was entering a bare-naked jungle where Hayden legends long since removed from high school could only protect me in aura. “They’re all going to laugh at you.” Adam Sandler “Carl do you like this song a little bit?” My sister looked back and breezily asked with that sincere diplomacy one harmoniously exudes anytime one tries to push electric guitar on a rap lover. “This song lights ass. Did you hear me too Porsche?” I wanted them both to always be clear on my musical standings. The fact was I simply hated guitars and or being around white suburban teenagers when they were playing loudly on their car stereo. For some reason the way I saw it was if you liked Heavy Metal a soft affection for slavery wasn’t too far off. Both of them now officially tuned me out by placing their hands momentarily in front of my face.

“Talk to the hand.” early nineties term.

Taking our first left out of our cul-de-sac, Dogwood circle a moment was a moment as I turned my attention towards the next exciting thing. Picking up our neighbor Mike. We were there in under thirty seconds. “Let’s go freshman, junior in the driveway!” Porsche yelled out. Porsche was saying the type of gay stuff that her and almost all of her friends were constantly guilty off.

“He’s so lucky to be riding with us. He better hurry up.” My sister impatiently chanted. “Your brother better not talk like he’s black in front of everyone,” Porsche added. Rolling my eyes I can’t believe my sister is jumping in on this. Magic is trying to get out of the door but his mother like my own at times was very nostalgic and trying it seemed to crawl inside his backpack. “You ready for day one Mizz, High school baby!” My sister’s comments appeared to apply more to a rock show than a first day of school. However inside Astori that’s exactly what it meant to mean.

Magic eschews any of this chatter and before jumping into the back of the seat with me can only shake his head when he first lays eyes on me. He couldn’t believe I was going through with the cane on the first day. It was the kind of headshake that reminded me that he was six months older. It was the exact same incredulous headshake my father would make when in batting practice I would step in the bucket or as he liked to call it “a fucking pile of shit.” The bucket is what you stepped in when you didn’t step directly towards the pitcher when swinging. Typically this causes balls to be shanked and not lined right back at the pitchers face which my father always said was the goal of every swing. My favorite Baseball Bunch episode all-time was Ted Williams.

“Had to bust it all out day one, wait.” Magic stopped, stunned and said sounding like his own father, “your not walking into school carrying that thing.” Monetarily Michael and I came from very similar backgrounds, that of the middle class meaning most of our family fights revolved around money. New clothes in a Beverly Hills town were important to everybody but especially to us. He’d been famous I’d been infamous for years we had to let players know we rocked the fly gear to compliment our dope hoop games. “We talked about this!” He says with the frustration of never getting through to me. “Yeah well I don’t give a fuck. I couldn’t wait, I slept with it.” “You slept with it?” Mike gave me the huge “Bart” eyes. Mike’s big thing with back to school clothes was to wait a few days, go strong casual, but don’t show the farm therefore you could bust out your new shit after everyone had already, busted out theirs. Be a week 2 standout other than a week one same-o. It sounded great in theory but as I’ll say many times throughout this text ADD is a hell of a nurse. I never had patience.

“Fuck off ho.” I resented the Bart eyes, and besides the cane was my thing. “Your officially retarded.” Magic said in leveled finality, “Oh yeah? Watch this boyee!” “Carl sit down!” I was so hyper. “C, remember when our bus got shot right on this road?” Of course I remembered. The bus was evacuated and the culprits apprehended. Our sole daily highlight in Junior High was the bus ride home but most specifically the ten seconds everyday we drove right by the high schools famed student parking lot. Getting a real time peek of the student parking lot and its after school festivities was a daily boner. We knew what went on in that parking lot like Henry Hills parent knew what was going on at the cabstand. Our bus getting shot corroborated everything we knew and re-instilled our dreams of high school as truly wild and completely out of control. Turning into the high school the girls scramble as their song ended and they now have an injection of real panic. They don’t have the right song on for this the biggest part of their drive, the bend into the main drag into the belly of the student parking lot. Mike sensing a retarded play grabs me, half rolling his head heavily rolling his eyes and says, “We’re almost there.”

As Brooke scrambled Porsche was acting like her lost children were burning in a school fire fanning her on the arm with peppered smacks, “Hurry up, I don’t know Guns and Roses!” “That’s like so old.” “Put on Bobby Brown yo!” “Carl” In unison, “shut the fuck up!” is the last thing I heard as we slowly rolled over the last speed bump and unearthed ourselves into the heart of everything in life. The football field sized “students” parking lot, as Magic and I sit transfixed I can on the Luke Lei tip realize the anxiety in my sister’s mind. Not so much in Porsche but when magnanimity of a moment is at such a colossal order, senses become enhanced as if you had actually lost one.

Sunday brunch with our Chief Market Analyst. the "O"

Sunday Brunch is Not the place to interrogate your chief market analyst. Please leave that shit at the office. I feel like he was saying... hahahahah 1

Friday, February 10, 2012

Fri $ rally vs. EURO + What if Vince and Ocho were....



OK. We've already gotten some nose hair complaints, clippers in full effect. I first discovered nose hair clippers in Scully's dad medicines cabinet. And we quickly learned a true purpose for nose hair clippers. I could shave, easily, and refined, three stripes in my eye brow on top of the occassional "C" in the back of my flat top.

When my father went to the Barba as a kid, he said only two words for tern years, "flat top." Easy breezy. Also editors note. At ending, it's kids don't buy drugs.

Anyway, happy Friday it's the best, and if your unemployed there will be a shit ton of peeps to kick it with in about seven, eight hours, hang in there! We've all been there.

Crushing loss to the Lakers last night, I can't stress it. Big couple weeks coming up. And remember all jobs have three parts, setting up, doing and cleaning up. I never hit the trifecta. And much love to (burp) yes, facebook, the Lexington basketbal community is coming up, posting gem after gem of all photo's, we'll need them
ciao.
CP PS: I've always dreamed that one day my bed where I sleep, had a roll over tunnel that connected me to a water slide into a body of water, wow.

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

Evening Edition. Wed. Gorilla . If You Fall Get Up.

A New Year.

The only option is to rally. Art is longer a choice. Take it all back. Know your team. Back up your work. If you fall get up. IN fact life might be how quickly you get up after being hit the hardest. If your punching walls still, your losing. Twenty four hours a day is allot. Practice makes permanent. I stopped drinking for the month of January however poolside in LA proved too much and I was derailed. Concurrently my computer back in DC melted. The blue screen of death.

Back up your work, the fact that my company and notes as a broker, the life line to my bottom line was not backed up on a national server was enough to relapse down, down, down the tubes. But I couldn't, it was a killer, but I I have to rally. And I will. A greater challenge. I snapped back quicker than I ever could have at any other point given the gravity of information lost. I have a movie to finish, a book to finish, GDD is bowling at the white house a week from Friday. The stories never stop and now I can film them from my phone. Where was twitter when Summer was fashioning lingerie, I often prayed for something like that back then.

I've envisioned how the high school hoops doc about Lexington basketball will unfold. And I'm excited to get this finished. And right a few wrongs along the way and give back like only GDD and the YG foundation does because after all, anyone can. That's not the question. I'll take wisdom over knowledge. I need to listen. And always be excited.

Chucky P vernacular. Cajun = hot cause frankly no one should be saying hot these days unless it's in reference to the weather. Vinyl replaces the record for official statements. Choppers are teeth and lettuce is hair. Just a few for tonight's evening edition. Please be on the lookout for our new segment google news, a quick, zillarific rundown of a pages worth of the latest google news with your host Mr. Paradise.

Also Rumor of the week. This is for the year actually, so far, but Khloe Kardashian is the bastard child of OJ Simpson hands down leads the wolves here. I hope it's true. Gorilla Dunk Song of the day. from Black Milk, so cajun. I need to freestyle to this sooner than later. OK, sooner. And our newer, newy segment entitled. The In Living Color Skit Of the Week. This is honor of my favorite show of all times glorious fall return to Network Television. So funny and packs a lesson at the end just like the best athletes somehow transcend, the best entertainment carries a lesson. C Ya'll manana. I miss Mendoza. $ / EURO. I expect the EURO continues to strengthen as long as it takes this Greek deal to get done. I mean obviously the markets do not care about deadlines as it relates to this Greek / EU bailout. And, and when it finally does get done, tomorrow, Friday, next week, whenever look for a classic buy the rumore sell the fact to take place. The EURO will shine that downside bias once it does finally get done. markets will digest and quickly be filled with an acute indigestion that will cause trades to vomit out these long positions. This will lead the single currency vulnerable to the downside. PPS: These two assholes pictured above are going to make a classic. Prop's to the Boston Mass Appeal team, Mizzle + the Jerk, c-ya'll a week from Friday as GDD reports live from Boston and Billerica and the lab, i.e video production studio where the majority of production on our first film project will take place. Thanks for following and being early, watch this go. Much love to the Gorilla family, those 60 hits a day hit like the chronic, and we are just getting started. Movie, Book, more YG Foundation events, Retar Crew's new album and new play! Othello, hip hop and Shakespeare, what we do. Stay tuned to the tighest underground family of gorillas free in the wild. 1

Getting Over The Hump (Day) and Pat's

It's still America Sargeant! And now's it's Feb. 1month down in 2012, what kind of a year are you going to have? Will you GorillaDunktoday?

I'm Back baby!

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Without lamps, There would be no light.



Sometimes it's the simple things that help bring you back after giftwrapping the Super Bowl to a New York QB with down syndrome. My favorite quote from the Breakfast Club. it's helping, it's helping.

In any event this is after they got stoned and are going through what they did that landed them in Saturday detention. Brian discloses he took shop for an easy "A" to keep his pristine GPA fully in tact. Bender asks him why he thought taking shop would be easy. And Brian replies, "Have you seen some of the dopes that take shop?" And Bender replies, "I take shop" and Brian gets testy, and walks Bender into the line of all lines giving the nerd something to think about over the weekend besides the fact that he was unable to succesfully kill himself with a flare gun.


A real winner.

Brian: "What do you know about Trigonometry?"
Bender: "I could care less about Trigonometry"
Brian: "Without Trigonometry there'd be no engineering."
Bender: "Without lamps there'd be no lights."

CLASSIC.

Monday, February 06, 2012

Legendes, Chapter III . Blame it on the Rain

Chapter III Blame It On The Rain
November 25th 1989 “I’m not going to tell the story the way it happened, I’m going to tell the story the way I remember it.” Great Expectations After my lawnmower accident we moved back to my fathers hometown of Astori. And at that point I still thought everybody had one side of a family on their fathers side. I had just turned seven before my accident and four months later we moved. And after five moves in 7 years this would be our last stop. After my accident I felt reborn and whether or not that was the reason I was hyper I don’t know. Regardless my hyper activity soon garnered me many a meeting it was clear others sought to avoid. And then came Ritalin a drug I’d soon help usher in I was a face. From the teachers that complained to the therapists whose job it was to listen, to the specialists and finally psychiatrists that pioneered the drug that caught a country, I corroborated this vital new research. I was the kid. And searching for answers my parents like any listened to the doctors. Doctors with advanced degrees in this particular focus I was the classic problem. Alternatively my sister was the peoples champion figure skating soloist in town. I loved her for that and I loved my family. We all loved despite the fact we were all being torn apart. This particular Thanksgiving was hopefully going to be my last while attending Junior High School. My behavioral problems and grades had put me on a short list potentially to be held back. It was nineteen eighty nine, the last year of a decade that in itself ended a gilded era to be revered by Wall St. and disdained by pretty much everyone else outside of white America. The recent falling of the Berlin wall represented what would soon become the fall of communism in Eastern Europe. Yet another four years of Republican rule was about to be inaugurated into the White House cementing the fundamental policies that would ensure a recessive climate that encapsulates the times of this story. Soon a “Desert Storm” would be launched and foreshadow grave grievances to come. But I was in the eighth grade, the king of Junior High and all day long the holiday conversation set around the fact that Hancock Junior High was strongly considering holding me back. I don’t blame them. “You know I’m pretty upset about this too.” “Shhhh you better bang the books like you’ve promised Bunky. They are going to hold you back! This is serious business” I was upset with the revelation. There was however a side of me that rationalized this a good thing. Seeing as I was one of the smaller eighth graders in the galaxy whispers of holding me back held an athletic upside. Basketball was my love, fucking racist Hockey players are the only cheaters that stay back. “This is crap Carl! His voice fighting for breath went higher and higher, “Awful!” The king of the castle decreed and posed a question to the kid that had an answer for everything. “Hey Mr. Know it all, how the hell do you get a D + in math?!” “Just blessed.” I answered defensibly like I’d never fail. “You are cruising for a bruising, D +?” He appeared to be experiencing a painful migraine.
“D+ ? It’s not even pre Algebra!” He screamed, I thought, this is why I didn’t want to bring it home. I could’ve conveniently lost it and stuck to my story. He’s beginning to sweat the more he eyes that god dam grade sheet My report card was the anchor among other factors colluding in conspiracy to hold me back in the 8th grade. My dad was a strikingly honest man in a tough situation with one foot out of the door. “Yo dad look” I race to defend myself but as usual am cut off before I can muster a gist of defense. “Don’t you yo me Mr. Mouth. Is that what you say when they call on you in math class? You’re a mouth. Don’t you yo me!” “Yo yo yo yo baby pop!” I grabbed my face as I’m backslapped across it. It was deserved. I loved pushing people. I’d pushed once again on a holiday. I tried to back peddle but not in time. I realized briefly the difficulty of me not saying “yo.” I licked the fragment of blood off my lip partially to tend the wound but more poignantly I stare softly at my mother hoping this moment would resonate, I’m the victim. We played the politics of sympathy just like everyone else. “Don’t you start that shit with me my therapist says I’m the victim.” My mother chimed. "Oh really?" I replied sarcastically “You’re a wise little shit.” The tactful ploy of my hamming it up over a minor wound had paid no dividends in the game of emotional reversal. Seconds later my Denzel Glory like leashing continued. And for my old man, the old Harvard graduate could quite compute a D + in math. “But Carl they give you a C just for showing up.” He stated like a coach of an underachieving football team. “You have to really work at being a schmucko to get a D+ mouth.” Calling me mouth was his favorite thing to call me besides Bunky on a brighter note and barn breath on a sour one. Of course his favorite thing to say to me was “zip it.” Zip it he got from our host family Lamont. And Zip it he could run in tandem with any of his three favorites. “Zip it barn breath!”
Once my father had brought the funny name calling into the fracas my mother wanted in. And according to script my mother jumped into the ring off the top rope, elbow drop. “Dad your son is a lyer! Show up? Did you say show up?” It appeared she might go on a roll. “I can’t believe she gets to take Zanex and I have to take god dam Ritalin.” I grumbled under my breath “What?” My mother snapped back ala Mel Gibson “I was just joking.” This was my go to phrase. “OK, let’s just run down the list shall we?” My Dad rolled his eyes “One, this kid refuses to take his medicine, Two, he never gets invited those Jewish things, 3, he steals, he –“ “Please stop.” My father begged with folded hands. It wasn’t that easy “Normal kids can’t stand him. Can you believe what he puts us through? No other parent in America deals with this shit, number three, you know what, I’ll stop there because I just don’t have the strength to list anymore.” “thank you.” And after a momentary silence my mother said, “just one more” and crippled all of my defenses with her ace in the hole. “No respectable girl in town would be caught dead with him at the movies.” “Mom!!!” My test proven veneer vanished instantly when mother played blind spots. She’s right If I break and cry they’d win and since I was stubborn on their grandest point, that so much was my fault, I wouldn’t let it happen. I prayed to Jesus not to cry. It was my only mental thought. My dad becomes cognizant of my condition as well as my mothers verbal leashing and subsequently intervened on my behalf. He loved to blame things on my mother. He might even blame this whole fight on her but later in therapy it will be decided that I being the demented one pitted them against each other again. Thanks for your support! We will be posting the entire first novella, memior here exclusively on GDD! Also huge five days coming up for the production of our first feature length documentary, Where Defense Began. And lastly for your absolute viewing pleasure check the funniest thing out on the web overnight, share this bitch !

Somber Monday / Finding Kate Upton

= The Giant’s win, Eli beats Brady, second ring, kills us again, just like Andrew Tony used to be called the Boston Strangler is his days with the 76’s maybe Eli is the latest incarnation of. It was tough, a killer. However there are some bright spots. First and foremost are the 3 rings of the Brady / BB era, and along the way a Celtics ring, bruins and two, count em, two Red Sox World Series. It was a miracle we made it this far. A miracle, we’ve never re-built, that’s big. We have 5 draft choices in the first two rounds again! Draft defense, tight ends come back, we’re still so money. I wish it wasn’t New York, I wish it wasn’t Eli, really, but they earned it. The trip to the Super Bowl that is, as they were equally fortuitous on Sunday earning little rather watching the pat’s uncharacteristically give it away. And sometimes the ball just doesn’t bounce your way. 3 forced fumbles and no recoveries, I’m omitting the 12th man on the field 1. I can’t believe I didn’t emotionally hedge, this stings. If I put a G on the Giant’s this morning I wouldn’t feel so bad. And equally if the pat’s won and I paid for the victory, so be it. That’s what the markets are there for we should all use them in this way to mitigate the suicidal thoughts I’m having right now. Maybe we shouldn't have cut this guy so close to the Big Game....
Watch Your Step Best treat from the Super Bowl party at Uncle Pat's.
AND PERHAPS THE ONLY THING THAT CAN MAKE US HERE AT GDD FEEL ANY BETTER TODAY. THAT'S RIGHT, KATE UPTON TOPLESS, RARE FIND

Saturday, February 04, 2012

First Friday Of The Month = US Job’s Report + Wars and Your Vote

An important piece before all Super Bowl! First off, strong jobs number this morning. 2nd, great news for the president, the best part about this number? The economy is on the mend. The comic relief is that no matter if it’s good or bad Republicans will say the same thing. They have to say the same thing. It’s the president’s fault if it’s bad and he has nothing to do with it if it’s good. This makes no sense. Politics for many is about money and power, and what certain factions of voters believe where the “best” direction for America may lay. Lost in all of this ridiculous rhetoric are the independents. God bless you. And they will decide this election. If you are still a Republican, and I was once a recovering one that abandoned it all with W you have to at some point try and get real facts from spins. National defense is not about more guns more aggression and intimidation. Remember the board game Stratego? It was my favorite, the game Risk running a close second / silver medal. Commander in Chief: in the hail of so many different decisions military strikes top the charts. You have to be cagey. Many conservatives will say defending America is the #1 responsibility of our government. I agree. And for the far right, it doesn’t matter, no matter what he does, it won’t ever be right, never be enough never the right call. I can’t say it enough, Iraq was a systemic failure in strategy from the very top from the very beg. The war ended, our kids are coming home. This is both smart and overdue. Mccain wanted to double down! Romney wants to invade Iran. And if you think Newt Gingrich is fit to take the reigns of the hardest job in the world, you’re an extremist. And that’s something deeper than policy and division on health care or the environment or Wall St regulation going on. Forget the economy for a second we’ll get to that anyway, invade Iran, double down in Iraq eyeball N. Korea. Invasion, this trumps all other discourse, all other discussion of policy, war and as a democrat now, yes, I still believe defense is the most important function of government. So don’t pin me as a pigeon feathered tree-hugging homosexual liberal. And for what it’s worth the second most important function of government is to make people’s lives better. Truth and answers lie always in history. And here in America we have a tendency to race to escape the past. The first Iraq (Kuwait) war was started over economics. Not a threat directly to the US. The first and extremely more qualified president than the later mess of a presidency his son strung together (see F) GHB got us into Iraq. I’m not sure what this accomplished. But let’s take it back further, the Vietnam War. And so much we know now about that war so many years later with the benefit of hindsight. Dwight Eisenhower, a Republican president got us involved in Vietnam. Before fear of terrorism there was fear of fascism. And what a disgrace Vietnam proved to be. Giving back so much of the glory of World War II, Vietnam divided and almost destroyed the country. History has proven it was the wrong war, we stayed too long and things improved drastically when we finally left a sovereign nation to it’s own course and calculation.
You know when I get in hot water yes it still occasionally happens these days I make excuses. And some are warranted and I make a convincing case! But the bottom line is I made for whatever the real reason proved to be, the wrong decision. And that’s fine, my decisions are contained to those closet to me in our family. And I understand Dwight Eisenhower was a 5 star general, he ushered in the glory of WWII which at the end of the day probably had allot more to do with a couple scientists under bleachers in the windy city one night then all of the sergeants, generals, grenades, guns, ships, Col, etc. And I get it, but anyone in America can run for president, and your elected because out of everyone in the country we believe when the pressure is on, I mean really on you are the best equipped person in the country to handle the huge decisions of which you are faced. What a bad war. And thankfully JFK that liberal from MA a war hero from Korea squeaked out a big win for America against a popular 2 term president’s vice, Richard Nixon. And JFK symbolized the 60’s. He was a president that scaled back operations in Vietnam. And at the time of his assassination had policy’s in place to effectively end our involvement in a conflict half way around the world that had nothing to do with us. And JFK was progressive! Vietnam made no sense. Yes he ordered the Bay of Pigs but also managed us out of the Cuban missle crisis. He wasn’t soft. He facilitated as president the civil right’s movement, which in a country like America with the birth defect of slavery didn’t sit so well in those rural Republican bastions. Listen, you never want to be on the side of an argument that history proves utterly ridiculous. And it’s the Jedi that get’s out in front of it. It’s in conflict with the status quo predicated purely on your biggest fears. Change is the only constant. Don’t be against gay rights. History will prove you wrong. And if you were against civil rights, so many were, you were wrong. Half a vote, half a man or how about women are inferior to men. You have to dare yourself to be progressive and don’t let the shackles of fear protect the impossible. And that is a world devoid of change. JFK got tough on the mob, tossed Jim Crow, all of these ruffled forces conspired to succeed in carrying out the crime of the century.
Abraham Lincoln ruffled some feathers and his brain was scrambled. He was a great man a great president. The status Quo does not want to be ruffled regardless of injustices surrounding them and their families. You can’t displace ten billion dollars of real labor back in the 1800’s or even today without someone being dropped. Lincoln was assassinated because he freed the slaves. That’s the reason. I surprised his whole cabinet wasn’t dropped. Remember the power of your vote and the sacrifices that took place not so long ago to afford us this unalienable right of our US birth. Question the answers! For that is what being an American is all about loved one. And JFK was gone and his vice came into power and Texas came back to haunt us again. Lyndon Johnson (Texas) reversed almost immediately the policies in place to begin US troop withdrawal in Vietnam. Next came Nixon he doubled down, sound familiar? Nixon was akin to W Bush most closely and only a sick puppy would get excited about that. The biggest commonality between W Bush and Nixon was a massive insecurity incidentally the very last thing you want in your commander in chief. Nixon needed constant affirmation that he was the man. That he delivered an outstanding speech on whatever. That he was doing a great job. And so much of this he got from a man forty years his junior, Kissinger. Bush was insecure, he reminded me at times of a 13 year old girl more than the president of the United States. Kissinger was deferred to just like Dick Cheney. I believe if Kissinger hadn’t escaped Nazi occupation only to return as a free American and witness first hand the death camps and genocide of his own people Vietnam would never have been the stubborn withdrawal it came to be. It was too personal not empirical enough just like Iraq and Bush. The similarities are striking. And I was always surprised there wasn’t more discourse on these parallels of failed American war policy. It hurts when so many young lives are lost and the reason isn’t clear. And the party at fault in both recent cases historically speaking were the Republicans. American’s were misled on both occasions manipulating the press and ultimately deceiving the people. Nixon just could not let go of Vietnam. And Kissinger as recently as this year still believes they should’ve never left. It was just about to break he says. There is a tendency with conservatives regarding foreign policy to attack. Play offense when dynasties are built on defense. Trading currencies the best lesson to learn is when to cut a losing trade and not surprisingly the best lessons learned come from losses. Here you can apply what you’ve learned so it won’t happen again. But people must realize, men are men and there is no greater consequence for our planet and life than war. And admissions in decisions like that do not come easy. Eisenhower, Nixon, they had Hitler, Bush and Cheney had Bin Laden and the stinging horror show that was the towers crumbling down. They both attacked the wrong countries, they both lied and profited from the losses of American lives however it’s worth mentioning Bush / Cheney and their Texas cronies far more than the prior mentioned administrations. They both lied to our faces. The point in all of this is that history is our compass. The point is that foreign policy now with the proliferation of nuclear weapons is more important than ever, the #1 issue, yes ahead of the economy. What good is that 500K in your 401K (stock market again beg to roar under Obama) if your not around to spend it. The point is that other hostile nations after Iran will 1 day have the capability to make a nuclear device. It’s how we handle this now that will protect us against future threats. Let us not act hasty. The Internet will continue to change everything for the better and as far as nuclear proliferation, the worst let’s not be naïve Kay. Bush emboldened Al Queda ballooned its numbers and never cut the head of the snake. President Obama cut down Bin Laden, ended the war and continues to mow down its affiliates. The right would’ve never seen Pakistan, history shows us a Republican would’ve doubled down in Iraq. Bin Laden would still be alive which is a direct link to greater odds of another attack on US soil. Attack Iran? It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. And the war mongers that still haven’t had enough after ten years of war and debt need to have their first amendment revoked. They will eventually figure it out. Please consider this when discussing your own political priorities you have with a candidate. One thing I’ve learned at my old age of 35 is that in order to discuss foreign policy you must have left America, a few times. Because if you haven’t you just don’t know. Your confided to TV, perceptions, familial influences that are not based on your own opinion nor absolute reality after seeing different things and cultures for your own. Your own hearts direction is the deciding factor not opinions from impassioned family members. Example, George W. Bush knew not the difference between a Sunni and a Shite in advance of the Iraq invasion. This is a big point in a huge country that has for the vinyl been around thousands of years longer than our dear United States. He did not. In fact he had never left the United States with the exception of a trip to Israel with his father a few years prior. That is unacceptable the world is flat and shrinking. He was the president and as far as Iraq on his watch, that is akin to the Italian cruise commander, the blunders, excuses laced with awful execution. And it changed the world as we knew it. I doubt Nixon had ever traveled to Vietnam and the same can probably be said of Dwight Eisenhower. I just think a good general rule should be to visit a country before you invade it. These are the wars that stand out in our recent American history. We are compelled to not forget and stake some sort of accountability. Too many lies, too many lives lost, too much money.
I believe both recent Republican war administrations highlight underlying fault lines with a party I believe will change dynamically and in ways never perceived over the course of the next 25 years. And in some ways it has, it’s just that people haven’t caught on, stuck in the 80’s, pinned to an ideology handed down by their grandfathers from a bygone era it’s tough to go against the grain. The status quo is comfortable and many, many are not willing to try and step out of their comfort zone which often can effectively change lives. So many get caught up on health care. War will always be the main issue. There has to be accountability both for president and party, and that’s the genesis of this thread. It is an election year, history is our compass, and safety of citizens is the government’s first priority. In all of this, during the 60’s and two thousand how odd it is that we make calculated errors costing young lives and trillions of dollars and move to cut city schools, teachers, music and our manufacturing base. It’s a shame and the exact opposite of what it means to be a proud American. I believe our president will explain this change, I believe Americans with an open mind will see this right wing agenda / ideology as outdated. And this brings me to the economy, and this is really where the President has an opportunity to drive a stake threw the ideas that led us down this dark road once and forever. George W. Bush was a myopic failure on every single level of government. He is a good man, just way behind the times carrying an intellect that was too weak to identify this. For Dick Cheney it’s easy to puppet ideas to the front man. He got rich, his people got rich. Companies he cared and invested in down in Texas got rich. So many Iraq contracts, so much money, Texas was happy, so far away from the bombs deriving from Sunni’s and Shite. The absolute last hornets nest to open up and start a war with. Checks and balances, crisis and crosses, an antidote here an obtuse confusing explanation there, you never knew what to believe. But know this, ultimately the president doesn’t have that much to do with the economy. When Bill Clinton in his 2nd term with no room for the right to off handily give credit to a past presidents policy’s for the current economy’s success presided over the biggest economic expansion in the history of our great country they said… A president has nothing to do with the economy. He’s just lucky the Internet came along in his term. That’s what they said. They wanted their golden tax cuts to support their biggest donors. And then when Obama inherited the great Recession and the economy didn’t snap back immediately after eight years of war and tax cuts (it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand that equation fails) it’s his fault. You can’t have it both ways. But often this is about power and the status quo so whatever it takes it’s going to take. And besides who doesn’t want to be president, pretty cool. You do what you must do. Say what your base wants to hear, and switch up when that mood changes. But you cannot argue our president hasn’t had a hell of a first term. And yes, he’s black, in America, we built the worlds #1 economy on the back of slaves, so it’s a big deal. Lincoln was killed for freeing black slaves in America with a constitution guaranteeing equal rights for all.
Remember, never be on a side of an argument that will be a non issue in your lifetime. Dare to have foresight, go Obama, we must take it back further righting all past injustices of the last administration. It set us back, and the stakes are high. Today’s Solution. Take every incarcerated Crip and every Blood serving in Cali right now and enroll them in the military. Yes there would be some road bumps on the road initially but then again anything worth doing typically carries this caveat. It would change the nature of war, and crime especially for younger first or second time violent offenders. A second, third or last chance for others, it’s brilliant. Life is life and there are consequences for your behavior and despite popular opinion every kid doesn’t get a trophy. Lastly on right wing politics it’s a curious case this party that lately can’t get out of it’s own way, they begrudge Mitt Romney for his success in the private sector. Obviously this party needs to figure some things out here of chief concern, identity. War can sometimes be like gun control, if you don’t see it, if it has no impact on your day to day life whatsoever it’s easy to get your eye off the ball in the pro stance argument. Namely more war and more guns it’s important to identify political discussion and far another thing for it to be your identity. After all they are just issues. And we need to think long and hard, we need facts and an open mind. OK, I’m fried. Go Patriot’s!!! Happy Saturday morning my gorilla’s ! Go Patriot’s. GO, Lex, Go, GO, G-O Lex Go. Carl Eric Easton filling in for Charlie Paradise whose in Indianapolis for the Super Bowl with GQ from the Retar Crew And always, always remember, This is Bert Haley singing !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, February 03, 2012

GorillaDunk Of The Day: Savalace Townsend Of Arkansas Pine Bluff Dunks On Grambling St Player

Belichick - Do it right, for once



Sunday. EVERYONE JUST DO THEIR JOB THIS WEEKEND. LET'S GET EM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


“Coaches who can outline plays on a black board are a dime a dozen. The ones who win get inside their player and motivate.” - Vince Lombardi

And my personal favorite, "if winning doesn't matter, why do we keep score?" - Vince Lombardi

Retar Crew Announes East Coast Tour: Dates + Spots Are Here!! Must C

INTRODUCING THE EXCLUSIVE, VERBALLY ABUSIVE SHARP YOUNG TITANS THAT THE CRTICS ARE INVITING, YES! THE 1 AND ONLY, MY DUDES, THE MUTHA FUCKEN RETAR CREW. First off, I'm sorry Boston, the Retar Crew could not make it out this go around. I Blame the Monster Lavalle and our home spot the Good Life asleep at the wheel. I could've done more but locked in my own fox hole, hunting bitch! As many of you know, Charlie paradise has two favorite groups. Split Endz (from the 80's) followed closely by the Retar Crew. At some point I will write their story, a tell all, YIKES! Talent is born. And these are born performers, THE ONLY RAPPERS ON THE PLANET WHOSE LIVE SHOWS OUR BETTER THAN THE I POD. IT'S NOT EVEN CLOSE. PLEASE GET OUT! YOU'LL BE GLAD YOU DID, EXAMINE THESE DATES, WAKE, BAKE AND... ACTIVATE!! Description That's right y'all, The Retar Crew will be coming soon to a city near you! It's our East Coast Tar Tour! Admission to All venues are FREE! (except Annapolis, MD) To celebrate our newly released concept EP, 'Koalas In The Struggle', written and recorded in New South Wale...s, Australia and which tells the story of our time in OZ, we have booked an east coast tour to bring our dirty rapping boy band antics to you, the Retarnation. Download the ‘Koalas In The Struggle’ FREE @ www.theretarcrew.com and shake your rumps at the show. We’d like to thank Buffalo Trace Bourbon for being a tour sponsor. We pledge to continue to drink copious amounts of B-Trace! Come out to see us and party with us before, during & after the shows. Venues and details below: 2/6 - Monday @ The Recoup Lounge (LES, NYC) 10pm. Admission FREE (smaller show) 210 Rivington St New York, NY 10002 (917) 407-6819 http://www.recouploungenyc.com/ *this night is also our beloved G-Tar's Birthday Celebration!...G’s gettin’ old.* 2/10 - Friday @ Stash's Cafe (New London, CT) 9pm. Admission FREE 95 Pequot Avenue New London, CT 06320 (860) 443-1095 http://www.facebook.com/pages/Stashs-Cafe-New-London-CT/190656512471?sk=wall 2/11 - Saturday @ Root's Cafe (Providence, RI) 7pm. Admission FREE 276 Westminster Street Providence, RI 02903 (401) 272-7422 http://www.rootscafeprovidence.com/ 2/12 - Sunday @ Stella Blues Bar (New Haven, CT) 9pm. Admission FREE 204 Crown St. New Haven CT 06510 (203)752.9764 http://stellabluesbar.com/events.asp 2/14 - Tuesday @ The Way Station's 'Fuck V-Day' Party (BK, NY) 9pm. Admission FREE 683 Washington Avenue (Prospect Heights) Brooklyn, NY 11238 (917) 279-5412 http://waystationbk.blogspot.com/ 2/15 - Wednesday @ Hank's Saloon (BK, NY) 9pm. Admission FREE 46 3rd Avenue (Boerum Hill) Brooklyn, NY 11217 (718) 625-8003 http://hankssaloon.com/hankssaloon/index.html 2/16 - Thursday @ Marx Cafe (Washington, DC) 10pm. Admission FREE 3203 Mt Pleasant St NW Washington, DC 20010 (202) 518-7600 http://marxcafemtp.com/index.php 2/17 - Friday @ The Whiskey (Annapolis, MD) Midnight! Admission $10 1803 West Street Annapolis, MD 21401 (410) 626-6022 http://thewhiskeyannapolis.com/events/the-grilled-lincolns *this night will be truly awesome, as we’ll be hosted by our brethren and fellow Tars, The Grilled Lincolns. Not to be missed! - www.grilledlincolns.com* Big shout to our girl Jess Healy @ Buffalo Trace, The Grilled Lincolns and our mans FRANK ORLANDO...and of course, the mahf*ckin’ Retarnation! See you at the shows. http://youtu.be/gIZnXeBAkW4 Hugs & Kisses...w/ tongue Jax, G, J, and PO [The Tars]