Two step mine us dj hoppa crack#
Mine+Us was one hell of a funny and entertaining performer, breaking into "filthy" renditions of the Running Man and the Roger Rabbit after one song and ranting about how folks could join him for the smoking of some crack rock in the back alley after the show. This was my first time seeing these dudes on their own, with my only other experience being a set with their group Broken Complex at Slim's in San Francisco, and they put on a really ill show for the tiny crowd of onlookers.
Sounded like some dope crunk shit from where I was sitting, looking forwarding to hearing the final product in full!īy the time my sister and I stepped back into the venue, Mine+Us & DJ Hoppa were on and were probably a few songs into their set. He told us about the songs where he channeled Prince and the songs where Nobody told him to rhyme like Young Jeezy. He even took us into the back of his van and played us some new songs from his upcoming album with Nobody, which he'd just gotten the master of and was excited to share. Since my sister and I were two of the only people who drove a distance specifically to see this rap show, 2Mex relayed a bunch of really entertaining tour and music stories to us before the thing started. Right off the bat, high marks go out to 2mex for being such a fun dude to chat with and vibe off of. I picked my sis up and we both rolled out to bear witness to an ill show that found the talented MCs in question rocking the spot for maybe 6 attentive listeners. This show took place at an event called El Social in a little Mexican bar known as Hermosillo Club, located in Northern LA a good distance from the spot my sister was staying at in Newport Beach. There was some sort of bad omen surrounding me during this trip where crazy shit would go down at everything I tried to attend, but in the case of the "Holograms on High" tour featuring 2Mex with Mine+Us & DJ Hoppa, the crazy shit was more of a source of amusement than frustration. (the only reason for this sidenote is that I highly suggest everyone get out to a part of the world where people don't talk English, and don't want to talk English) It's the year 2005 as I pen this stupid bio.Recently, I took a little musical holiday from my musical workplace to go hang out with some homies and see some shows out in the City of Lost Angels, Los Angeles CA. In 2004 I took some Uncle Sam spending money and went to Mexico City, Oaxaca, and Puerto Escondido. I traveled to Istanbul, Turkey (along with a detour to Amsterdam) in 2003. SIDE NOTE: I was privileged enough to realize that government loans have more educational uses than just buying books and herb. These weekends turned into months and then faded into years. Over the next few months I spent my weekends taking 2 hour bus trips to the valley and recording in a sweltering garage with DJ Hoppa. In the summer of 2002 I met a producer/dj/ cynical bastard named DJ Hoppa who also spent his days locked up in a dark room making music and art. Taking my financial aid loans and the money I saved up from dishwashing, I quit my job and spent the next year and a half concentrating solely on the progression of my art (whatever the fuck that means), tossing rocks through Gap windowdisplays at anti-war protests in the bay and repeatedly dropping out of more classes semester after semester. Friday and Saturday at Denny's, I decided to take a break. I wasted my days away writing screenplays, penning poetry, reading on the bus and recording my crappy rhymes. Within two weeks I was washing dishes next door at Denny's and by summers end I was attending LACC's film program. On the edge of Korea town in the city of Lost Angels.
With the help of my fam, I moved out to Los Angeles a month after receiving my shitty diploma and set up shop in a studio apt. Okay, so it's the year 2000 (or so they say) Hard liquor, blunts, art, and a microphone I stole from my RADIO/TV production class became my best friends.(posse) the seasons changed and I graduated from a public school cage very similar to yours. INTERMISSION: Damn, something about talking in the third person weirds me the fuck out. Around the same time he began to keep his feelings hidden in between the lines of his rhyme book and confining himself to weekend feasts of half ounces and foreign films for fun and started straying from the pop culture he once knew. This disgust grew into hatred for authoritative teachers and fake friendly smiles. Though as mine+us grew older he began to develop a secret distaste for society and it's oppressors. Like most American born kids he spent most of his time as a child listening to crappy pop tunes and being a good little consumer.
This spoken word poet/MC hails from a small Petri dish of a town in the neo-conservative state of Arizona.
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