and everybodys coming. push it the limit miami chapter as well as new york, LA and the london chapter whom i havent met yet. things will be broken, tvs will be thrown and limits will be pushed. get involved. dont say i didnt warn you. come.
i was gonna do a james brown post but had no internet on christmas. anyway, hes dead. for like a year now. growing up this song got alot of burn at my house. i really like this song.
so my internet is out again. i would venture over to my nieghbor sahrifs house again but hes away on vacation. its gotten so bad last night i sat on his stoop stealing his internet at 3 in the morning so i could answser emails and myspace messages. unfortunately i couldnt bring myself to blog there too because my fingures were getting cold. anyway, be right back.
i cant remember the last time i had so much fun. lost my wallet tonight which means until i get a new id and credit card this 150 dollars is all i have to live with. i should be mad but im so not. tonight was too great so leave on a sore note. thanks to everyone who came out. if i could hug you all i would with both arms and legs. bug fun is my muse, my long term goal and a good excuse to see my friends. if you missed this one dont worry there will be others. when? im not sure but when i find out youll be the first to know. come and say you were there in the beginning. ha. thank you thank you thank you. for with out you it would be physically impossible to have the the biggest fun. im getting misty eyed just thinking about it. fuck yeah new york. i know im not alone when i say this but 08 is gonna be huge and by huge i mean really really really huge! youre either in or out next year. get involved. yay!
always, unemployed lloyd
pics and video coming soon.
ps. house warming/christmas party at the crib tonight (friday). get at me djlloydski@gmail.com...but only if you know me. im whipping out the fog machine and lights for this one. letssss goooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!
so ive got a bunch of sound effect mp3's on my itunes. my plan was to compile what i had and make a cd for tonight. unfortunately i was thrown off guard when i stumbled upon some of andy/roctakons old drops. i think stretch made them. so good.
i did a christmas party for some company. was kind of whatever but me and thier office black guy kicked it mad hard. he went on and on about how he hated white people and how i shouldnt sell out like he has. same shit.
however, fast forward an hour later youll find him doing the superman dance while his coworkers circle around him cheering him on....CLASSIC!!
i think his name was kevin. how do i know? because his coworkers were screaming "go kevin" over and over while he was dancing.
always, unemployed lloyd
ps. come to think of it i was the office black guy at turntable lab up until blu jemz came along. how bout that.
i alert the public that youve got a new movie coming out and it grosses just over 70 million dollars in its openning weekend. i go to see it last night (with my own money) and find out the movie is total shit. damn will, why didnt you call and tell me this the movie was gonna be shit? thats what the red phone in your house is for. the lloyd line, remember?
get there on time and have to wait in lines for what seems like hours only to get to your terminal on time and have to wait some more.
get there late and be escorted to the front of the security line then rushed to your terminal where the plane, passengers and crew will be waiting for you. why? because the lady at the ticket counter made them. Ha!
considering its like 20 degrees in new york right now (-5 on a bike) im so not mad at miami right now. the weather peaked at 83 degrees today. someone mentioned there was a cold front coming through on monday. i asked how cold and someone replied 53. i chuckled. i was gonna catch an early flight today for no reason what so ever. im glad i didnt. because if i had left...i wouldnt have signed my first autograph. lost my legsate the most amazing burger touched a dead or alive 12" (bon jovi)made plans to hang out beat contra at connect four (hes good) and hung out with some of the better people ive met in some time. xavier too.
i think its funny that i waited to make a post about my last trip to miami while documenting my current one. however, my last trip was too good not to write about so fuck it. besides, everyone ive run into has been asking about it since i landed. game on.this is jake jefferson (above). it was his and pres's birthday and for it he flew me down to "host" a sweater/birthday party. it was the re opening of their poplife party at a new club downtown called the white room. if you get a chance go.induce.me and jessy. shes rad. malibu. he can shoot lazers from his palms. i asked to borrow this guys wig so i could pretend to be the guy from last nights party. he wasnt having it. it was clearly his thunder. he probably thought id steal it. pres doing it the only way he knows how. BIG!in miami it doesnt stop when the lights go out, the bottles get wrapped and the gate goes down. after parties are a must here. everyone in my crew was going on and on about how contra was staying in a warehouse by the ft laudedale airport and about how the night before i arrived they all hung out there and shot gunned beers everytime a plane flew over. i thought they were lying so i was like fuck it, lets go there. it turns out they were lying. it wasnt a warehouse by the airport but a storage unit by the airport instead. probably the most derelict situation ive ever been in. not kidding. i passed out about 30 minutes into being there. probably from having too much fun. ha. i was the first up which is something i cant remember ever happening. this is what i saw. jake. sid (on concrete floor) contra (whom i watched mo money with that afternoon while verone else slept)benington and matt cash who went missing at first. we looked for him for an hour assuming hed taken beningtons car and bounced. he hadnt. ive never seen someone look more uncomfortable. not to mention the scorching sun and planes flying overhead. ouch.the next night i found myself at the most depressing karaoke bar ever. my friend ryan told me he was going to some karaoke party a friend of his was throwing. i had no plans to sing but im always down to check stuff out. i was pretty fired up when i got there. not so much when we left tho. it wasnt the singing or the sappy songs but more or less the enviornment and this guy above. this guy reaked of despiration. it was so sad to watch.damn. 15 more minutes and i would have wanted to kill myself. so we left, headed back to purty lounge and eventually to the storage unit by the airport again. yay.
i told myself i wouldnt leave my apt to blog but my internet like alot of peoples in brooklyn is out right now so im blogging from my neighbors house. sharif (my neighbor/friend) is rad. hes a computer programer who works long hours at home so its always my pleasure to stop by and lie about all the pussy i get. im over here eating dumplings, drinking his roomates wine and blogging. it kinda rules over here. i just deaded my flask so i might do a refill while im here too. now that i think of if its so much better blogging here then at my house. jeah. an apporpriate song. arent you glad im back?
ALOT. probably almost as much as you think you hate him. get over yourselves. will kills it. i dare you to say hitch wasnt the best movie youve seen in a long time. the man is flawless, graceful and everything i hope to be. hes gotta a new movie coming out. go see it. i know i will (no pun intended).
i just realized what the line in kanye's "cant tell me nothing" was referring to. at first i thought he was referencing real magic which left me a bit confused and made m augh alittle. anyway, this was the poster that set the light bulb off. it was definitely one of those "hey, wait a minute!" moments. the line is kinda true when you think about it. he is kinda killing it still. more then a decade of hits!!!me riding the whopper express. there was a 13 whopper for 13 dollar deal in miami that night. contra ate 7. me 6. 13 for 13 baby!
so last monday night after having a drink at sway blu jemz and we decide to walk instead of cab to 205. so we're chatting it up and talking shit per usual when at not even 10 minutes into the walk jemz spots a poster on the wall and yells "yo, is that my cousin?!". at first glance i im like no. i mean why would it be? the closer i get the more i realize its totally a wheat pasted poster of jemz's cousin and once it dawns on me i die laughing. so random. i was laughing to hard i couldnt keep the camera still to take a picture. i had to tape it instead. trust me, if you new his cousin you'd be laughing too. so random. almost as random as walking into 205 and this being the first thing i see. this guy standing on the bar singing word up by cameo, ha.push it to the limit.
because i havent had internet in some time ive been unable to put up the pictures from the last time i was there. im in the process of uploading now and plan to put up a proper post in the next day or two. it was a fun trip. all the homies showed up and half of them had birthdays while i was in town. i "hosted" the poplife party at the white room which went off. it was achristmas themed sweater party contest and of corse being miami only a handful of people actually came in sweaters. this is what mine looked like. more pictures coming. including a storage unit by the airport and the most depressing karaoke ever.
atleast for today(i think). appologies for the hiatus. i could have gone to an internet cafe or library to blog but blogging's bad enough. leaveing your house to do it is like a double whammy. so yea, im gonna try to knock out a couple posts today while my internets alive.
NERD ALERT!!! i always wondered how dj's and producers used to re edit and remix songs back in the day using reel to reels. i assumed it went something like this but couldnt quite rap my head around the idea until i saw this clip. wow. take that abelton.
my internets been been off for the past couple days. sucks because ive taken lots of pictures over the last week. anyway, im gonna work out the kinks and get back to you all shortly. pinky swear !!!
always, unemployed lloyd
ps. this pic is for all the people who thought i was lying when i said i worked for the CIA in the navy yard a couple weeks back,
click for bigger image.
(not james brown)
so ive got a bunch of sound effect mp3's on my itunes. my plan was to compile what i had and make a cd for tonight. unfortunately i was thrown off guard when i stumbled upon some of andy/roctakons old drops. i think stretch made them. so good. 
i did a christmas party for some company. was kind of whatever but me and thier office black guy kicked it mad hard. he went on and on about how he hated white people and how i shouldnt sell out like he has. same shit.
i alert the public that youve got a new movie coming out and it grosses just over 70 million dollars in its openning weekend. i go to see it last night (with my own money) and find out the movie is total shit. damn will, why didnt you call and tell me this the movie was gonna be shit? thats what the red phone in your house is for. the lloyd line, remember? 
i wouldnt have signed my first autograph.
ate the most amazing burger
made plans to hang out
beat contra at connect four (hes good)
and hung out with some of the better people ive met in some time.
xavier too.
this is jake jefferson (above). it was his and pres's birthday and for it he flew me down to "host" a sweater/birthday party. it was the re opening of their poplife party at a new club downtown called the white room. if you get a chance go.
induce.
me and jessy. shes rad.
malibu. he can shoot lazers from his palms.
i asked to borrow this guys wig so i could pretend to be the guy from last nights party. he wasnt having it. it was clearly his thunder. he probably thought id steal it. 
pres doing it the only way he knows how. BIG!
in miami it doesnt stop when the lights go out, the bottles get wrapped and the gate goes down. after parties are a must here. everyone in my crew was going on and on about how contra was staying in a warehouse by the ft laudedale airport and about how the night before i arrived they all hung out there and shot gunned beers everytime a plane flew over. i thought they were lying so i was like fuck it, lets go there. it turns out they were lying. it wasnt a warehouse by the airport but a storage unit by the airport instead. probably the most derelict situation ive ever been in. not kidding. i passed out about 30 minutes into being there. probably from having too much fun. ha.
i was the first up which is something i cant remember ever happening. this is what i saw.
jake.
sid (on concrete floor)
contra (whom i watched mo money with that afternoon while verone else slept)
benington
and matt cash who went missing at first. we looked for him for an hour assuming hed taken beningtons car and bounced. he hadnt. ive never seen someone look more uncomfortable. not to mention the scorching sun and planes flying overhead. ouch.
the next night i found myself at the most depressing karaoke bar ever. my friend ryan told me he was going to some karaoke party a friend of his was throwing. i had no plans to sing but im always down to check stuff out. i was pretty fired up when i got there. not so much when we left tho. it wasnt the singing or the sappy songs but more or less the enviornment and this guy above. this guy reaked of despiration. it was so sad to watch.damn.
15 more minutes and i would have wanted to kill myself. so we left, headed back to purty lounge and eventually to the storage unit by the airport again. yay.
i told myself i wouldnt leave my apt to blog but my internet like alot of peoples in brooklyn is out right now so im blogging from my neighbors house. sharif (my neighbor/friend) is rad. hes a computer programer who works long hours at home so its always my pleasure to stop by and lie about all the pussy i get. im over here eating dumplings, drinking his roomates wine and blogging. it kinda rules over here. i just deaded my flask so i might do a refill while im here too. now that i think of if its so much better blogging here then at my house. jeah. 
i just realized what the line in kanye's "cant tell me nothing" was referring to. at first i thought he was referencing real magic which left me a bit confused and made m augh alittle. anyway, this was the poster that set the light bulb off. it was definitely one of those "hey, wait a minute!" moments. the line is kinda true when you think about it. he is kinda killing it still. more then a decade of hits!!!
me riding the whopper express. there was a 13 whopper for 13 dollar deal in miami that night. contra ate 7. me 6. 13 for 13 baby!
push it to the limit.
more pictures coming. including a storage unit by the airport and the most depressing karaoke ever. 
this time it wont matter if i loose my voice and come off sounding like a pre teen all weekend cause im djing this time. get envolved miami.
