SXSW 2007

Goldy is wearing Stef's stunnas in that one

Oh man SXSW this year went down so fucking official, never mind the bullshit that was our flight into Austin. We got fucked, were suppose to fly into Houston at 1 then connect to Austin so we could arrive at 3. Well instead of that the plane decided to circle around because the pilots were too scared to land in the rain because they were fucking pussies. We finally land in Houston at goddamn 5:30 and of course miss the connecting flight. They inform us that we are on stand by for the next Austin flight at motherfucking 8pm. Well thats nice but Stef had a fucking gig at 9pm that night. Instead of riding their bitchass plane we got together with some other folks who got fucked also and decided to get the fuck out of there and just rented a car. I hit Hwy 290 with a quickness and got us to Austin just in time to drop off the other two dudes at the hilton and get Stef to her gig, at 8:45 no less. I had to jet to check into our hotel and all that to make sure we didn't lose our reservation.

After that shit it was back to the club were I missed stef's whole set and it was time to bounce to hit the showcase at Visions were Devin the Dude and the Coffee Brothers were at. I wanted to catch K-Rino but we still had to get our badges and wristbands. I considered saying fuck it and hitting the club but looked like there was a bitch of a line so we hit the convention center where we ran into the homie Skratch Bastid. He hit the Devin show with us which turned out to be awesome. We got there like half way through Evidence's set, which I didn't really give a fuck about so bastid and I just yelled in rapid ric's ear in the outdoor area. Saw Bavu Blakes chillin, I'm still pissed I didn't get to see him rap this year. This turned out to be a bad move because the rent-a-cops didn't want to let anyone back in. We eventually snuck back in via the bathrooms just in time to catch Blind Rob murder that shit. Devin was on point as suspected but man Dj Domo was coming hella sharp with the cuts, dude's got skills. Saw a bunch of folks that first night but man was I glad to finally hit the motherfucking bed, was tired as fuck and knew thursday was going to be a motherfucker.


skratch bastid and rapid ric


one hand two bottles, what you know


devin



the night ended with fajitas, they were ok, definitely not bad ass though


man the next day Stef and me hit up Curras for some dope ass migas, she got some veggie shit and I got some chorizo. Afterwards we up The Compound day party to hear some new Devin raps then rolled over to the urb puma thing cause we were trying to see Platurn of the Oakland Faders drop some shit. We didn't catch him but did run into Cadence Weapon and saw Them Jeans, DJ Mel, and Atrak spin. Also met the Smalltown Dj's and apologized for smashing Pete's beer in my attempt to describe how awesome Burn It Down is, fortunately he didn't remember me crushing his heiniken with my fist. Then I saw one of the best shows of the week. Motherfucking Federation came on and destroyed the fuck out of that place. For reals man if you rap you need to watch these dudes perform because they get live as fuck. My mind was blown for reals. Shit went so hard, only half an hour but they did a little encore with Hyphy and man I started bucking like a motherfucker, straight smashing on fools. My whole back was covered in other people's drinks and shit.


all those hats with dumb ass colors got a taste of sergdun ruckus.

anyways after that incredible shit it was off to the fader party to collect more wristbands. Saw the Rub dudes, Kingmost, 215 Kids, drank free beer and gave away hella Hard As Fuck 3 cds. After the Fader joint we rallied some folks, specifically Bastid, Mike D and drunk as shit Kingmoist off to The Old Pecan for some food that we all needed. Then Bastid had to dj for Buck65, Kingmoist had to make drunk phone calls while Stef and I left for the UGK show. Saw Steve Austin from dallas but Stef wasn't feeling well so we bounced to the hotel so she could chill. I came back but missed KB's set although did get to see Willie D. That was dope until he brought up three garbage ass rappers from Huntsville, Texas who also go by the name Huntsville. Then I have a hazy memory of UGK performing.

Man the following day after eating and shit we hit up The Compound where I heard one of the best songs of my life. Basswood Lane hit the stage, I fuck with them because they have dope songs like So Pretty In The ATX which was a hook that amazed me when I heard last year. Anyway in between songs and one dude says "man, we on that ciabatta bread" and I thought to myself, wow he just said that? I figured it must be some east austin shit and something I quickly needed to work in to my vocab. THEN the fucking song started! They were rapping about how haters are trying to get on their ciabatta bread. My mind was melting. Then I look over and dude in the crowd is doing a fucking DANCE, it's kind of on some snap shit but he unravels an imaginary sandwich and bites the fuck out of it. That was it for me, the rest of the week I took any opportunity I could to yell ciabatta bread. That shit was next level. We left the compound and to catch El-p and Dibbs perform at the red eyed fly which was really dope. Heard a lot of new tracks and yelled nonsense about ciabatta bread.

After that shit we broke out to try to catch X-clan and Public Enemy at auditorium shores. We got there in time to get in a big ass line and watch two xclan songs or something. We got some food, I rocked an Elgin Sandwich while everyone else got Turkey Legs. What is great about the Turkey leg is that you can eat like a caveman with a giant leg of meat. This resulted in Bastid yelling "AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!" as he bit the fuck out of turkey and scared the fucking shit out of small children. One kid broke into tears cried behind the curtain that was his mothers legs. She yelled "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU" as we laughed our asses off at her scared little boy. Her yelling simply made us laugh more so she stomped off to order some fucking candy for her scared ass little kid.

After that man it was off Zero Degrees to watch K-the-I and Bigg Jus before heading to the beauty bar where Saafir, Kirby Dominate, Cool Kids, Catchdubs, Federation, and The Pack were about to perform the greatest show I'd seen in YEARS. Catchdubs was dropping hella shit. Man I thought thursday was insane, fucking this shit was times a million. The whole show I just remember screaming and jumping. Just mobbing all over that front row. Shit was fucking incredible. I wish I had pictures but I don't. It was a fury of fists, with the pack and federation on stage at the same time just rocking that motherfucker like it was the end of the world. I swear I have not been that hype in years, the only memory that comes close is seeing MOP years ago.

Saturday I woke up hurting real bad with no voice, the destruction of the previous night was taking it's toll. But fuck it I manned up for Sabbath In The Park. Which was a glorious event full of awesome. If you ain't knowin it was just a bunch of folks getting together to drink mad beer and listen to some motherfucking Black Sabbath. I spent the early part of the day laying my ass in a mountain of hangover but at some point said fuck this, if the pain isn't going away I'm going to drink it away. It worked.


after Sabbath In The Park it was off to the Fader tent to catch Redman and the Rub murder that fucking place. Eleven was slaying them with the soul joints. Fucking ayres comes on and drops a gang of heat but man that fucker dropped Blow The Whistle and all the bay area folks rushed that shit. So much fun, shit just watch the video.



We peaced on that to get some mexican foods with morsecode, mike d, kingmoistest, and bastid. Hit up Mariscos where we were served beer in chalices which was a lovely touch. Then it was off to Silhouette where The Rub, Dj Mel, and Mike2600 were spinning for the Burlesque party. The plan was to hit that up and then roll to the Screwshop 10 year anniversary or the Dallas showcase but because of my lack of strength was just stayed and hung out with the homies. This turned out to be a night of celebration for DJ Day's birthday, a night of morsecode making laugh until I was hudled over in tears, a night of me punching ayres in the nuts for writing on my face, a night of kingmoist rubbing a condom all over ayres face, a night of awesome. While I'm sad I missed some texas rap I dearly wanted to see I'm not said for hanging out with a bunch of motherfuckers who make me smile a lot.

here is mike2600's youtubage.


man shouts to everyone I hung out with, shit was truly memorable this year and I'm still recovering from it. Some people go home to see family, I go to texas to see rap music and people who make my life not suck.
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Beer And Rap In Texas

Got into Austin around three thirty, scooped up some shiners and ate some mediocre as fuck Vietnamese food before heading out to the Backroom for some rap music. Got there and Steve Austin from Dallas was on stage with his hypeman and projector. It was karoake and shoutouts combined. The shit would flash lyrics and then random rap phrases to get the kids pumped. Most of stef's or possibly my pictures of steve austin sucked too much to post so fuck it here is bavu blakes on stage. Dude killed that shit with with Rhino and Charlie Boy backing him.


rhino, charlie boy in the back and mr blakes up front with rapid ric hiding behind his elbow




blakes handing steve austin the mic


Bavu and Walker. Walker sucks at everything.


Mattsoreal taking pictures of rap.


charlie boy


Balance came on after Bavu. I didn't catch the first part of his set but stef said he came out droppin heat over the tell me when to go beat. Texas didn't know shit about hyphy but they seemed to catch on to what he was doing. A couple dudes in the front were trying to shake them dreads by the end of the set. Oh man during the show I was handing out a bunch of my Pimp C stickers and I gave them to these two dudes who weren't exactly the wisest. You see the sticker says "sixty-four dollar cologne bitch!" and I guess these dudes didn't get it so they stared at it for a minute. After they kind of digested it they decided to fucking smell the stickers like some fucking geniuses. Anyways after Balance's set was the Gritboys set. You'll have to excuse the black and white photos, that's just what happens when I get drunk and think I'm artistic.


yung redd


Scooby


Gritboys


yeah I got aim and shit


I guess after the gritboys set I was starting to get a kind of drunk because I don't remember K-Rino's set at all. I suck but shit at least stef got a picture, at least I think she took this.


At some point I spotted Tum Tum and Big Tuck walking into the club. Tum Tum was rocking a fucking mullet. You can't really see in the picture but dude was on that business in the front and one hell of a party in the back. They had one of my favorite sets of the week. They broke the crowd off with Whoop Your Ass, Tussle and the greatest dope dealing wizard song ever, Southside Da Realest.




Then was chamillionaires set which seemed pretty tame considering DSR had just destroyed the place. I got this shitty picture, if you look really hard you might see his face.


The next day we woke up, grab some taco's with walker and his girl then rolled over the fader party to start filling up on redstripe, and hear some rap in between sets of a bunch of bands that I will never give a fuck about. It was at the fader party that I discovered that some dudes look like so much of a bitch that they have to be from new york. This was a theme that would carry on through out the sxsw weekend.


beer


cosmo baker and major taylor


Catchdubs and Ross Hogg discussing their love for repetive pattern clothing


I look sweet in this picture

after that fader shit it was back to the hotel to get stef's records for her and I guess my showcase at Club One 15. I was suppose to host but considering not to many people were their early on I decided to drink as that was sure to help my big upping of short white dj's from new york who play with computers. And you know what? it sure did. As a host I was pretty awesome but apparently the people running the club did not appreciate me swearing all the time and they actually asked me to stop. Well we hung around for about half of Ross Hogg's set before we decided to just get the fuck out of there and go to the Devin the Dude showcase were swearing would be embraced.


stef


me "hosting" and roxy on the tables


roxy


everyone laughing at catchdub's computer dj skills or maybe it was the atari figures on his shirt. Actually I think I talked some shit about that during my hosting. Dude kind of got the most of my shit talking but that's cause he dj'ed when I was at my prime beer induced shit talking time so it's his own damn fault.


ross hogg on the 0's and 1's

After Club One 15 we rolled over the Backroom and caught the end of Chingo Blings set.


After Chingo was Blowfly but just before his set Despot of Defjux came out and did two songs. I don't think the crowd knew what the fuck was going on.


despot

If Despot wasn't weird enough for the Texas rap fans they had Blowfly come out just before Devin. I think an old black man rapping about his twelve ft long dick is really what the crowd needed to hear. It was fucking great.






I don't have any pictures of Devin because this is the point where my idiot ass decided that I wanted to eat fucking tacos so I left to go find a taco truck. This is also the point at which I lost my fucking cell phone and all the numbers that I needed. Goddamn I'm smart. The next day I woke up feeling like a true winner, especially after having to go to the Nextel store and get a new phone like a dumbass. After I got that bullshit squared away we headed over to Vice's day party for cheap lone stars and caught Cadence Weapon's set which hilarious and dope. Dude was on some spazzy ass punk rock rap shit. It may have been on the sparks he was drinking but his set was great.



After that shit we hit up this Party Ceeplus put together at Factory People, this expensive ass streetwear store on south congress. I was a pumped to find all kinds of crap. The rub dj's were there and they had free sapporo so I was fucking with it. On the way there I came across Christ's Workshop so that just about made my day. After the party I agreed to go to the Rhymesayers showcase which had some moments but at that point I was too tired to deal with all the kids so we ended up cutting out around 11 to get sleep.


Saturday we mobbed back out to the Fader party to see some of the rap. Rapid Ric was djing when we got there. Some shitty folky group that I kept calling Lavender Dion was performing at first so we decided to go around the corner and see if big daddy kane was going to perform. We found no big daddy kane. Instead we found cheap henikens, jello shots and heniken lights? I didn't know they made that shit, but I guess they are just trying to break it because amstel light isn't as popular as they wish it was. Hung out for a minute and then went back to the Fader shit to catch Devin and Micheal Watts djing.


rapid ric


midget ass female rapper with an accent


micheal watts


The Dude




Rhino


kottonmouth of the rallyboys


PSC with plastic levis' bags on his shoes


walker and chris


me and chris yelling because we're drunk


cadence weapon, walker and me being drunk


cadence weapon and dj weazel at carribean lights


that dude Mattsoreal

On sunday we left austin for Houston where we kicked it with matt's family. Monday morning we met up with these UK dudes, Dj Greenpeace, Sway and Turk, at Spanish Flowers where I had some kick ass carnitas. After that Matt took us up to the Gritboys' studio so Sway could see about doing a track with them. While Sway was working out his shit Matt took Stef, Greenpeace and me over to the Rap-A-Lot offices. Turns out that it was cleaning day and they were getting rid of a bunch of shit. They let us go through a couple piles of promos and take whatever records we wanted. I took as much shit as I could fit in my bag, came up on some dope cuts than never really made it west of el paso.




got that pork on my fork


Sway, Pretty Todd, and Turk at the Gridiron










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SXSW 2006

Matt's got the whole hiphop line up on his blog, should be good times.
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SXSW 2005

This is my cutesy little SXSW write up of shit so it's kind of long but if you care about reading this shit well then go ahead. Oh and I think the funniest part of the whole trip was when I decided to light a miller light promo girl's hair on fire.

Day 1:

Wednesday morning I got up at about 4 am and hopped on a plane to Houston. We got there about 2pm or so; picked up the car and busted out to Austin. We refueled on some Vietnamese food from some spot next too our hotel called Saigon Kitchen where I decided the most appropriate meal was the Bun Bi. I called up some homies from Texas then the next plan of action was to mob up to the BackRoom were Matt Sonzala was throwing his first SXSW showcase of the week.

We missed some of the opening acts because I had to wait for two hours trying to get my SXSW pass but we got there just in time to see the group with the best name ever, Abstraq Da Grindologist. I thought they were a group but turns out Abstraq is just one dude who happens to have a whole crew on stage with him who rapped about haters and getting hated on. The name was probably the most outstanding thing about them. I would have thought that name would go to some generic LA rapper who loves 4 elements and outer space but I guess they kept it Texas with the term "grindologist." They were followed by Basswood Lane, who performed the best song I heard all fucking week. The song was for the ladies and was titled "I'm So Pretty." Well at least I think it was, whatever though the important part was that they had about 15 dudes on stage screaming "I'M SO PRETTY IN THE ATX!!" Honestly I felt so pretty in the ATX just because these dudes where screaming that shit so fucking hard. Oh and to top of their performance they didn't have instrumentals so they just rapped over their CD which works if you got no other choices but shit at least try to make it look like you're rapping. They had a couple dudes up there mouthing the lyrics but holding the mic to their stomach as if no one would notice that shit.

After Basswood it was time for some of the bigger dudes to step up, first came Play-n-Skills doing their shit. I probably should have paid more attention but shit after Basswood lane I was concentrating on how pretty I was. Anyways they ran through some of their material and then Chops hit the stage. I'd heard some of Chops remixes on Rapid Rick's CD so I was surprised that the guy who I first heard on J-rocc and Rhettmatic's old Dynamic Duo tape was now dropping remixes for Texas artists. I was very interested in seeing what he would actually do on stage. Chops broke out his keyboard and got to jamming out on that piece. He mostly played a bunch of beats on the keyboard but he did do a little rapping. After Chops Paul Wall came out and had the Gritboys and H$E on hypeman duties. I missed H$E's performance earlier that night which sucked because I really wanted to see those dudes. Paul Wall tore through his set which I enjoyed mostly because it was my first time ever seeing that guy on stage. But the best performance was yet to come.


coughee brothaz


devin the dude

Fucking Devin The Motherfucking Dude came out and rocked that shit so hard. It took a while for him to actually get on stage though but in the mean time I got to see Matt yell at all the rapstar sidekicks who like to pretend they are mannequins when he's yelling at them to get out of the area by the stage. The Coughee Brothaz came out and opened the set for Devin which was a relief after waiting so long for people to yell at. My friend Walker from Austin began to have doubts that Devin would actually show but then we saw Devin walking around backstage and our confidence was restored. Devin came out and rocked that shit for a good forty-five minutes or so. He went a number of songs such as "Do What You Wanna Do," "Like a Sweet," "Boo Boo'n," "Doobie Ashtray," "Fuck Faces," "Fuck You," "Fa Sho," "Just Tryna Live," "Too Cute," and "Anything" Jugg Mugg and Rob Quest came out and did "Fa Sho" and "Just Tryna Live" with Devin to give the crowd some of that Odd Squad flavor. Devin had Erica Marlin join him on "Too Cute." ""Anything" was my favorite part of the set, devin just killed it with that and had the whole crowd singing along. It was fucking great. After Devin was Bun B and the MDDLFNGZ who although their performance was good it just didn't top Devin's. It consisted of mostly MddlFngz material that they rocked all the way up to 2am when the soundman tried to shut them down. I'd never seen any of the MDDLFNGZ guys in person by my god that one big dude is like the Andre The Giant of rap just towering over motherfuckers. He hadn't even picked up a mic and I was in awe.


shitty matt sonzala yelling at people to get the fuck out of the backstage area


bun b

After that show we piled up in the rental car and broke out. I had been up since 4am that day but man was I fucking pumped. If that first night was any indicator of the things to come I was ready to fucking rock.




Day 2:

Roll out of bed around noon or so and brush the hangover out of my mouth. Stef and I decide to hit up The Kettle because it's America's kitchen. After some catfish sandwich for breakfast we mob out to have a look at Austin. I drive around and show her some spots around town that I use to hit up when I lived there. I drove up to 33 degrees because I wanted to see if they still carried Italian cop show and porn music records but instead I found out they had gone out of business so that sucked. Instead we hit up Music Mania and I copped me some southern albums I'd been meaning to buy for a minute and got some new shit like that new Trae joint. On the way back to the hotel I found out there Fader has a daily party with free Red Stripe so Stef and I decided that would be the best place to throw down on some pregame action. Props to Catchdubs for hooking up the RSVP on that shit it definitely eased some of the hurt on my wallet.

Left the Fader party to get some food and ended up running into Subtitle and some folks. He was rolling with some dudes from the Unicorns and some label dudes who ended up buying us dinner with Interscope picking up the tab. After that we parted ways and hit up Zero Degrees to catch a bunch of dj's throw down. Here is where shit got a little fucked up but not until after we say DJ Fingathing and Dj Panko rock some shit. I was throwing down some lone stars the whole time and getting a little handsome with it. At some point these Miller Light promo girls came by to hand out all kinds of useless bullshit that I was sick of holding so when they gave me a lighter I decided that the best way to use it was to light the woman's hair on fire. I turn to this dude, Jeremy, who I was bullshitting with and said "Watch this shit." I then went to light this girl's hair with the lighter she just gave me, the first time I didn't light it though but Jeremy was like "OH SHIT." I guess him bugging out made me want to really light her shit so I tried again and this time her shit went up in a blaze of glory to which I responded with a "OH FUCK!" as Jeremy smacked the back of her head to put the fire out. The woman turns around and asks "Did ya'll light my hair on fire?" I replied "no" and act like nothing happened even through that whole area smells like burnt shit. After a short moment of awkwardness I just told her "it was that guy" and pointed at no one. She finally walked away and I went to watch Rapid Rick throw down an all screwed set that was fierce as fuck. He also brought Magno and Charli Boy on stage to get cute with it.


rapid rick


charli boy, magno, a white tee

After their set Diplo came on and things started to get fuzzy for me. Well before Diplo we actually cut out to hit up The Vibe to see some live band hiphop I was hoping to catch Bavu Blakes' set but ended up watching Mojoe set up their sound for about half an hour before we said fuck it and went back to Zero Degrees to watch Diplo. He threw down his shit while I got drunk but I did get pictures and I remember having fun. I think after that we cut out because I was on bad news status and after lighting that girl's hair on fire I don't think my girlfriend really wanted me to be around the public much longer. We got home and I threw up on the hotel's lawn.


diplo

Day 3:

I woke up around 3pm feeling like a motherfucking champion. Stef was feeling like total shit and stayed in bed till around 8pm. During that time I ate some shitty subway sandwiches and then rolled over to my friend Walker's house to drink some beers. I ended up missing Bun B's little birthday celebration at the Fader party but word on the street is that shit was hot. Around 9 I went to pick up Stef and we mobbed out to catch the Shapeshifters at Flamingo Cantina where I ran into my old roomate from UT who I hadn't seen in about 5 years. The last time I partied him I was drunk in Austin throwing up and peeing in a toilet at the same time, I'm so fucking suave. Anyways we caught the Shapeshifters set then rolled over to Zero Degrees again to watch Grand Buffet do it up. They had Bluebird from Florida get on stage and do some song that I don't remember but they jumped around a lot. After a few songs I decided it was time to break out as roll to the Fox & Hound to hear some Texas shit go down.


shapeshifters


grand buffet and bluebird

We walked in right as Trae, Z-Ro and about 30 other people hit the stage. I saw the GRIT boys in the background along with a bunch of dudes throwing up crip signs. Trae only did a few songs but it was great to see him just wreck it. I didn't think Z-Ro would make an appearance but he did and just flowed on a couple tracks.


trae


zero

After they performed the crowd kept screaming "Z-Ro! Z-Ro!" but then Dj Chill announced Chingo was up next and they started chanting "Chingo Chingo!!" Now I've never been the biggest Chingo Bling fan. He's funny and all but shit came off more like a novelty act with some la migra jokes tossed in so I wasn't really expecting all that much from his performance. I was so wrong about Chingo. Him and Stunna came out and fucking killed that shit. They definitely had the best performance of the night. Chingo just tearing through his songs cracking jokes and dancing while staying on point as fuck. I have a new respect for that motherfucker. Peep the picture I got of him holding up some girl's homemade sign.


chingo bling

In the grade school I use to get notes from girls who wrote just like that, goddamn hearts and bullshit all over the goddamn notebook paper asking me to check a box if I didn't think they had a shitgrill. After his performance people once again chanted his name but didn't get anywhere with that because it was time for some Boss Hogg action.

First to step on stage was Killa Kyleon who came out and got kids hyped up until Slim Thug came out to do his thing showing why he's the boss. Diplo blowing his fucking raver whistle and jumping around in the front row while Slim tells kids he knows they bootlegged his album but he ain't mad cause the new one is dropping in may and its all different. Slim had a dope set but the best part of it was then end when everyone had walked off except for Kyleon. Kyleon stayed on stage and did two free styles and just ripped the motherfucker then just dropped the mic and walked off.


kyleon


slim thug


kyleon with too much flash in his grill



slim thug

Day 4:

Woke up Saturday feeling better than the previous day so we hit up some breakfast and then some record stores. Afterwards we once again rolled through the fader party to get some beers. We ran into the Hanger18 boys there. They were performing at Emo's later that night. We hung out and drank. At some point I'm standing inline to pee and some short motherfucker comes up like he's going to piss in a portapotty pauses and asks me, "is this the line for the bathroom?" I tell him, "yeah, go to the end, back there." After he walks away I start wondering why he looked so familiar and then it hits me, he was that little motherfucker from goddamn Lord Of The Rings. I end up asking the dude next to me, what's that hobbit motherfuckers name and he informs me that dude is Elijah Woods so yeah that was my dumb celebrity story.


hanger18 and dj stef

Anyways after that shit we hit up some food and then Emo's for some indie rap action. Some fucking girl band that I don't know shit about opened. The girl on bass had a Kriss Kross shirt on but that was pretty much all I bothered to remember. After them Buck65 came on and did his shit doing a mostly new material and remixed versions of his older stuff. Buck was followed by Saul Williams performing with Thavius Beck and some girl on a violin. I've never been to big on Saul Williams, his delivery is my biggest problem but his set wasn't bad at all. I'm not rushing to pick up his shit but I'll definitely peep it. After that it was time for them Def Jux boys starting with Rob Sonic and then Hanger 18 coming in. Word around Emo's was that MF Doom, the headliner, had canceled so what was suppose to be some short 15 minutes sets by the def jux guys turned into 30-45 minute sets. I don't know what it was but I started feeling shit and ended up peacing out after Hanger18's set.


buck65 being :(

so yeah that was my sxsw experience as far as music goes. On Sunday we decided to roll up to Houston and just hang out. On the way there we made a pitstop in Bryan, Texas cause I felt like showing my girlfriend where I grew up. I won't bother posting all that shit but I'll throw up some pictures.



MLK and Main in Bryan



old feed spot



dj bull's hip-hop shop on texas ave


this use to be some woods next to my house where I built booby traps and shit

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