Antonio Ansaldi and I saluted each other. Yukonn greeted me on some gay shit. A dude that used to write my radio show from behind the wall told me he came thru on the stremf of wanting to meet me. J The S was elated certain P.E. joints dropped. Trees reported that people were stealing copies of 99 nights. Amalgam Digital Ceo DJ Next told my homey he can get a high quality music video for $1000. Leeds was in attendance fresh off the Jim Jones debacle. Uno The Prophet told me he’s bringing Last Poets to town. I discussed a JTTS radio show with dude from Unregular Radio. Marty was well behaved and demure as always. I dropped an hour long break beat set while dusting off a bottle of red wine and five beers. Knife turned the volume down 12 times – as promised. Oh, I also dropped a blend of Janis Joplins Mr. Mcghee/Cappadonna ’97 Mentality. No one cared. I shouted out Karmaloops Red Foxx only to be told it was some other red headed fgt.
All in all, good times were had by all. Snow and biting Boston winds couldn’t keep Faraone’s fans and friends away. Dude has looked out for numerous people over the years, and the dope turnout was a testament to that. 99 Nights was sellin like Newports in the yard.
Now to JKFGT. We had a good convo. It reminded me of past drunken nonsensical discussions I had with my other son, Van Stylez. He’s telling me I like old hip hop and he likes new hip hop. I ask him who I like and he says Dipset. I criticize him for not maintaining eye contact. Regardless, he’s a good kid who hasn’t figured out his way in a mans world, and I can’t be mad at him for that. But Christ, Jeremy…or Justin… don’t let people refer to you as JKFGT any longer. Your road to manhood starts there, my friend. Your name is your identity. Can you imagine years from now your son runs into mine, and they realize their dads once crossed paths?
“Who was your dad?”, your swagless son sez to mine.
“DJ ON&ON…in all caps…who was your dad?”
With danger levels of shame streaming out of his pores…”My dad was JK Faggut.”
We’re on the same team J. Let’s figure this out. Next staff meeting, we’re picking a new moniker for Jason.
Bottom line is, I’m proud of my skwods efforts last night. Book writers, Beer Salesmen, Soccer fans, Yukonns and FGTS alike. We da best. Who? We.
UPDATE: NOW WITH PHOTOS JACKED OFF FACEBOOK
@fara1
Boston street legend Anotonio Ansaldi
The JTTS art tent.. which was later occupied by real hippies!
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Faraone in front of his Art Tent holding his book.
slaine somehow stealing the spotlight from the JTTS / Occupy Faraone art tent.
