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I’m going to Camp. I’m going to Camp. And as a writer. A real paid writer. Can you believe it? It’s like Keith says, the universe delivers. Give and you shall receive. Dickie should see me now. I might not be making money like him… »
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A diverse cast of ten characters, living in New York, Miami, and San Francisco, make up the novel. In Headz, everyone comes together at a music festival in Chicago, where… »
The American music festival is not what it seems—not even Shakedown Street. You can’t have light without shadow. You can say the ideal music festival would go down a certain… »
An economy feeding on ganja gooballs has no need for Alan Greenspan. Besides, the unemployment rate at The Show’s a remarkable zero. There’s work. Not for the sixty thousand plus… »
Her name was Viviana Glass, my moms. She was born in Chicago, you know, raised in Oak Park, south of the city. My grandmother, Rosa Maria Contros, is Chilean. To… »
There’s nothing wrong with the taper sections. In the taper pits I get to sit around with old friends, people I’ve known for years. We catch up in the taper… »
Years ago, to celebrate our anniversary, I threw a three-day party for Sky. Only two people were invited, us. I called it the S.A.K.E.—Sky And Keith Everlasting—festival. Even made up… »
Keith and I were at the Legion of Honor museum. We were standing in the Rodin hall in front of The Mighty Hand. That statue says it all. It’s totally… »
Are you having fun? Yeah, I’m having fun. Sky’s bringing me down a little. What do you think of Chi-town? Chicago’s hella cool. I like the way the breeze rolls… »
Geri loves to sew—shortie’s always sewing. Tell me, sista—who taught you? Before I came to sewing I first started crocheting, back in the day, before I met Curtis. I was… »
I live in Berkeley Hills with my mom. My mom’s girlfriend lives there too. I’ll move out soon. I only need six more Natural Science credits to get an AA… »
It’s dope. Everyone bouncing around the room. Everyone running out-of-control, like antelopes. Getting down on the get down. I hate having to explain it. The music’s all sorts of sorts… »
Of all the rowmantic places for young loveaz to meet in New Yawk: the fifth flaw of the Whitknee like as soon as the ellavada opens, or buy-da win chimes… »
My moms grew up cultured. She and her two sisters were always around the theater. When offered a free ride no one acted surprised when she chose UCLA. Everyone pushed… »
Miami’s ill and all but what is it about South Floriduh? There must be something in the water cause everyone down there’s fucked up. Maybe they get too much sun… »
I came into being on the twentieth day of April, nineteen eighty-nine, at the Mad River Community Hospital in Humboldt County. I had no control over being born on Hitler’s… »
There’s no place like an American music festival. And to be in Chicago, right in the middle of the east and west, it’s so apropos. Soldier’s Field to boot—just the… »
After dippin Teflon I hit up 7B. My ass planned on flexin to the music festival and I had to set it straight with Hurricane Clout. Only Diamonds came through… »
Whatevs, whatevs, scalpers are not headz. They’re cockroaches. Bet they’d survive a nuclear holocaust and Shiite too. You know scalpers hustle tickets from headz. As cars are backed up trying… »
It looked good for the image of Byron Jones to have a wife and child. We settled near Detroit. Moms took care of me the first couple of years but… »
“You know why amethysts are purple?” Keith didn’t let her answer. “Because Bacchus, the god of wine, one day he was bent, you know, on a bender, probably with a… »
You know my breeding is impeccable. I come from money, good Manhattan Jewish money. I’ve had a good education. The best money can buy. Sometimes I don’t show it, talk… »
For sale or trade at the glassblower’s table are chillums, spoons, Sherlocks, and bubblers. Chillums are skinny funnel pipes smoked by placing the bottom of the tube between the index… »
That’s the way it is over there. Their steez could cripple a weaker nigga. It’s all-good though. I don’t hate them or nothin, just they love breakin balls, they like… »
It’s a conversation starter—you might hear me say, yo, holmes, who blew this? And if the pipe was a Snoddie or blown by an apprentice of Snoddie, it’s like Louie… »
“So tell me about your friend,” KC said. “Sky?” Keith looked nervous. “She’s into politics. She cares about things.” “You two know each other long?” asked KC. “Oh, yeah, years…. »
Thelonious looked around the hip-hop scene. A few backpackers assembled on the outskirts of the area. These locals stood locked and loaded with EP demos, tapes and fliers promoting after… »
THELONIOUS HOROWITZ A big hole in Rasta ideology is Haile Selassie. How can anyone make a man divine in the sense of a black liberator who first of all never… »
Beer venders are scattered all over Shakedown. One head perches on the side of the aisle, a huge red cooler wide open. Another beer vender works up the aisle a… »
Whatevs—I got a question and it’s as serious as cancer—Erik B and Rakim’s I-Ain’t-No-Joke—I can still hear that tight-ass horn sample in my head. I’d bet my last ducat if… »
Keith: The idea that nitrous oxide is referred to as laughing gas. What’s so funny about it? Headz are flopping around on the floor like fresh salmon out of the… »
Accidental overdoses like Bradley Nowell, Jimmy Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, River Phoenix, Sid Vicious, Lenny Bruce, Heath Ledger, and Mitch Hedberg. We ain’t going out like that. We ain’t… »
I’m Teflon Jones. The kid who could’ve had the world: fame, money, glamour, pussy. The kid who walked away from what thousands of athlete’s dream of. For a large part… »
Someone might ask me what a head is. I’d reply someone who is willing to take the leap. What is the leap? It’s the leap of discovery, of adventure, of… »
Comedians, amateurs even. Los Federales, more delirious than Eddie Murphy, almost retarded like a Carlos Mencia bit. For the most part Los Federales are a big fucking joke. There—I said… »
The baggage thing is a quasi-interesting story, dude. On the flight from San Francisco I came to the simple conclusion that all I needed was a T-shirt and a pair… »
AN UNREVISED POEM IN KC’S MEAD NOTEBOOK (written on the drive from South Bend, IN to Chicago, IL, while Shore Morris was driving, the day before the show, a day… »
Good-bye, like the computerized voice when you log off of AOL. You’re out, logged off, unplugged. It’s the kind of out that will let you in. You’re on your way…. »
Last minute steez. That’s how we do it. Wake up in the morning and your day is your day then somewhere along the line you’re Audi five-thousand. I’m not saying… »
Kristen Chastity: “Car window down looking in the rearview mirror—that’s what it means to me.” Sky Tyler: “It’s all about letting a different part of the jet stream tickle your… »
“Rainbow gatherings occur in the middle of the woods on National Park land.” “How many people gather?” The Princess asked. “I’d say the number could swell to ten thousand during… »
Two things about the scene: hugs and nugs. The way headz embrace, yo. A long full chest to chest clasp. Long enough to let-it-flow. Tight too. Word is bond. Hug… »
At the S.A.K.E. festival, with henna in a plastic squeeze bottle applicator, Keith drew outlines of his hand all over my body. In the middle of his outlined hand he… »
I Love New York, I do, that’s why I had to get the fuck out of dodge immediately, if not sooner. Man I’m born and raised in that motherfucker and… »
Shakedown Street is the heart of town, a-i-i-ght? Let me break it down. Town is the parking lot outside of a music festival. We call it The Lot and its… »
The whole system kills me. The American policy on drugs. Don’t buy em on the street. For heaven’s sake, no. Arrest the motherfuckers that buy drugs on the street. Lock-em… »
Day two of the S.A.K.E. fest we danced a lot. We danced to Indian sageet music; beautiful sounds pushed by the seventeen-string sitar and the bell-like tabla drums. I know… »
The Shore Morris story. You want to know the Shore Morris story? My story’s just like everyone else’s story, I’ll tell you that. There’s nothing special about my story. Nothing… »
I recently read this story. It’s a work of Fiction. I like it a lot. It’s called “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love.” You know I always… »
