im going hungry

see, this is why i try to avoid going go to my bodega on an empty stomach. when your appetite exceeds the size of your stomach you'll buy some dumb shit. look at this ridiculous spread. what was i thinking? while waiting for my sandwich to be made i got so antsy i started grabbing everything in sight. i even grabbed danishes. i dont even like danishes...or ice cream for that matter. and popsicles? i cant even eat those for like 4 hours. ha!

an appropriate song

always,
unemployed lloyd

a perfect song.

DONT GO LOSE IT BABY EDIT

always,
unemployed lloyd

one sunday night

no plans is the way to go. i randomly ended up at some loft party last night where newcleus was playing. id just made a long trek on my bike from prospect park so i was beat when i got there. in no mood to party whats so ever. then newcleus got on and played cyborg dance. i expected to hear jam on it or jam on it revenge but cyborg dance? i lost it. a rad night to say the least.



later that night my friend kate and i coined the term poo bag. its like a vomit bag but for poo. i thought the concept was kinda funny. i dunno. correct me if im wrong.

i still enjoy the weekend.

CYBORG DANCE HOMEMADE DUB

always,
unemployed lloyd

CHAIRS GONE WILD pt 2

enjoy.


always,
unemployed lloyd

ps. mundane mondays coming soon.

christmas in july

woke up this morning, opened my door and this was sitting outside of it. wow. my summer just went from zero to sixty in less then 3 seconds.

LEEEETS GET IT CRACKIN SON!

always,
unemployed lloyd

ps. its about to get crazy. i dont even know how to act right now.

natti's finest

ross used to have long dreadlocks. like more recently then he'd care to admit. hes always been cool but i dont think i fucked with him til he cut them off and became a brown baby. pase ive always fucked with. he's that dude. i like to refer to him as "the other black guy." first or second time we chilled i made out with some chick he was on a date with. all good because ive been getting his sloppy seconds ever since. i cant hook up with a chick in this city with out pase having something to say about it. i think its cus we're into the same type of girls. some people fuck white chicks, some like blacks, asian, *indy chicks, skinny, fat, tall ect ect. pase and i will fuck anyone. (kidding...ok, im not) maybe thats why we get along so well. hes got an album coming out on fully fitted records called "how to get game like lloyd." the title track is bananas.

always,
unemployed lloyd

"yo, how do you know so many white people jamal?" - unemployed lloyd

saturday.

went to a bbq during the day. did an opening set at lotus. went to hiro to see friends, 205 to drop off a birthday present then to love to see harvey play on his birthday. language was there...
so was jessica. shes rad
jamal was there too...


cruising.

always,
unemployed lloyd

"i dont need clean clothes. i got game nigga!" - unemployed lloyd

last night.

the strap on my record bag broke and my other bags are scattered around the city so i had to carry my serato and lap top in a big brown box. i must have looked like such a derelict cus when they made the announcement on the train to be "cautious of suspicious looking characters" every one kinda glanced in my direction. ha. a long night indeed. i was dead tired so its a good thing the club was fucking packed when i got there. the mannager saw me when i rolled up and gave me this "lets do this!" look. i was so pissed. i need that first hour to gather myself but i guess i didnt really have that option last night. oh, well. 6 hours and 304 songs later the club was still packed. id like to see an LA dj do that. ha. your pretty clever with your "make it rain" into "umbrella" megamix's LA dj. too bad no one cares. kidding...kinda

next stop, the weekend


always,
unemployed lloyd

the me and josh show

so me and josh got asked to cover small changes east village radio show yesterday. i was kinda whatever about the idea not knowing how much fun i might have. i wouldnt be suprised if it was the best show on evr ever to be honest. starts off kinda slow then picks up and stays up. the mixings whatever (shoulda brought headphones). however, the amount of shit talking josh and i do makes up for that. im so not mad.

i enjoy the radio

always,
unemployed lloyd

white people wednsday...

...on thursday

i adore telex.

BRAINWASH
RAISED BY SNAKES

always,
unemployed lloyd

press

so i was at the chunk shack with friends working on bikes one afternoon. my friend marko went down to the bodega on the corner of broadway and park for a #7. this is what he came back with instead. it was so random. its picture of me doing the six pack attack from bike kill a year ago. ha. shock magazine is like the poor mans national enquirer. like a page before my picture is an article on obese pets and the genetic break down of carrot tops grotesk body. im so not mad.

always,
unemployed lloyd

click

so i have a camera now. too bad for you i take pleasure in the mundane. it also shoots video. heres my first installment in a soon to be successful series called "CHAIRS GONE WILD"

enjoy.


always,
unemployed lloyd

freeeeeez

alot of people might say freeez's career began and ended after IOU. thats just not the case at all. led by producer john rocca, freeez had a string of early brit funk hits before hitting it big with IOU. freeez made slap bass sexy. i went through an ill brit groove/funk phase when i first moved to new york. although obvious these are some of my favorites. fuck yeah freeez. fuck yeah!

observe

SOUTHERN FREEEZ
KEEP IN TOUCH
ONE TO ONE

always,
unemployed lloyd

no homo

for cary.



btw. is there an expiration date on how long you have to use the term "no homo" after said gay sentence? just curious because i said some really gay shit last new years eve. like really really really gay! humor me. is 8 months too late?

always,
unemployed lloyd

"bumping dicks since 2006 (no homo)" - pase rock

its raining today.

never been a fan of the rain because limits your activity. however im sure id be as unproductive as im being now if it wasnt raining anyway, ha.

*i like this song alot

always,
unemployed lloyd

655,000 views so i dont doubt im the last to know about this. funny none the less. appropriate too. thanks rumor.

bikes, bbq & beer

probably one of the more mellow weekends in sometime. after friday night i think some mellow time was much needed. i cant put into words how much fun i had on friday. i bought about 20 whistles for friends and had no idea they would go over as well as they did. im so over the dj vrs the crowd mentality and i think the whistles were a good way of getting people more involved. im so not mad! next time everyone gets a whistle.
saturday was cool. i worked a check point for and bike race during the day and went home fully tan. im a darker shade of chocolate right now and im not happy about it. later that night i did my usual top 40 gig which i didnt mind so much. i dont think i cared because i was still riding the wave from friday night. my whole thing is i like 205 type gigs but i also like top 40. even playing what you want gets boring sometimes. i think having a good balance is key. who wants to be one type of dj? not me.sunday was cool too. my friend josh from re up magazine had a rooftop party in bushwick. the last time i was on this roof was labor day weekend and my 24th birthday. i rolled up with blu jemz, made a microphone using some headphones and a mixer and proceeded to talk shit, sing and joke over the loud speaker. i basically turned a relatively mellow bbq into my own 2 hour showcase. blu jemz said that was the day i became a legend. i couldnt agree with him more. it was an awesome afternoon and a lesson in life. an just what did i learn from that day? never go to a bbq rolling on exstasy.from the bbq i went to the chunk shack to fix a flat only to find my roomate paul assembling a ghost bike to be put at the end of the williamsburg bridge. ghost bikes are the white bikes you see around the city. theyre there to represent people that have past away riding their bikes. this one was to represent bronx john who past away last year i believe. there was already a bike in place for him but someone stole or removed it. no one knows. its not even pauls problem. hes just one of thoughs rad people that steps up no questions asked.

see? i enjoy the weekend

always,
unemployed lloyd

BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG FUN.

again, thanks to all who came out. it was one of the more funner nights ive had in sometime. i love you all.
thank you
thank you
thank you.

damn.

the straw in my cocktail glass went up my nose last night. this actually happens to me alot. however, it didnt start bleeding like the last couple times so it wasnt a total lost. the last time it happened i was on a plane from la. the straw went up my nose, my nose began to bleed, the girl sitting next to me freaked and being the nice guy that i am i got up and moved to the only available seat which was one row short of the bathroom. this sucked because everytime someone went to the bathroom they would bump me making it impossible for me to sleep. the smell i didnt really mind so much because i had two napkins lodged up both nostrils. i must have looked like such an idiot. oh well. i guess i should pay more attention next time.

always,
unemployed lloyd

ps. if you run into keith sweat today wish him a happy birthday.

"im heavy on the space nigga" - frog

mouse or man?

im a man with a mousey beard

i think i might shave. i was so handsome before

always,
unemployed lloyd

*205 pics tomorrow. thanks to all who came through.

yello

yello puts hair on youre chest.

LOST AGAIN RE EDIT
NO MORE WORDS

always,
unemployed lloyd

wilson sibara

wilson sibara was from south africa. when i met him he was 2 months into the states. we met at sports authority in rockville md where we both worked in the shoe dept. he was my mannager. i was 16 and he was 32. we had nothing in common. he had a wife and child he worked endless hours to provide for (between 3 jobs sometimes 30 hour shifts) and i had a tendency to "play too much". somehow we got along though and he eventually became my best friend. i think it was wilson that taught me good work ethic. i seen the guy start from nothing and over the corse of a year bring his wife to the states and put his child into private school. he would invite me over to dinner alot which i enjoyed cus i hardly ate home cooked meals. they got down at his house and i always left with a full stomache. i loved wilson. he was so rad. his english was terrible but we had no issues communicating. ill never forget one time when he caught me in the back of sports authority shooting bb guns at a co worker in the rollerblade section. in the middle of busy day he grabbed the gun out of my hand and screamed at the top of his lungs, "whats wrong with you rico? (explanation below) i should fuck your brains out for that!" i told you his english was bad. ha! anyway, i got fired that day and i saw wilson once or twice after. if your reading this i hope youre well wilson.

always,
unemployed lloyd

*i didnt like random customers calling me by my real name so i would put different aliases on my name tag. that day it read rico. i was such an asshole back then.

did no get an agenda.

i dont know whats more shocking. ricky gervias's new wave past or the fact that i randomly own this terrible terrible record.

SEONA DANCING

always,
unemployed lloyd

help.

still dont have a camera (or a phone for that matter) so im putting the word out again. i feel borrowing someones camera is a bit foolish so instead i offer you the opportunity of a life time. intern for me. its easy. all you have to do is follow me around, take pictures and document my daily travels/adventures...that is unless you have something better to do. think of it as investment. you rub my back and when i make some dough ill make it rain all over your college tuition, morgages, dental and heatlh insurance, car notes, vactions, kids, weddings ect ect. its a win win.

four things.
1. must be trained in photography.
2. must have a bike
3. must be willing to pay for everything (me, you, my friends, cabs, food, ect ect)
4. no women

always,
unemployed lloyd

"aint no shame in borrowing money from your intern" - unemployed lloyd

wopper express

got a flat this morning so i took the train instead of riding my bike. i dont like the train. it stinks, its hot, its slow, its late, its packed, its lame.

two things.
* if your getting on the train wait until the people get off and if your getting off the train, hurry the fuck up.

always,
unemployed lloyd

a different kind of train

"bust a nut on a cloud, and shout out loud" - la woodman

a quik tip.

want to know if your breath stinks? lick the back of your hand and smell it. if it stinks so does your breath.

always,
unemployed lloyd

white people wednsday.

why (extended)
why (inst)

dont sleep on white people.

always,
unemployed lloyd

"life is short, smoke a newport and keep it moving" - unemployed lloyd

*EDIT. STACHE IS A NERD!!!!!

mr postman.

dont you hate when the mail man wakes you up? you throw on whatever you have laying on the floor, stumble to the door, open it and try to act like you werent just sleeping at 1 in the afternoon by acting way too professional. well thats happened to me this morning. i could usualy care less whos at my door when im sleep but i ordered records some time ago so i had to answer it. my room hardly gets sunlight so its pitch black during the day, you can hardly see anything (i like to refer to it as the whomb). anyway, i hear the doorbell ring, hop out of bed, grab off the floor and put on what i assumed was a hoodie and some regular shorts. how wrong i was. i was at my door by the time i realized what id grabbed so it was too late to go back and change. basically i ended up answering the door wearing my cut off shorts and a gray blazer with no shirt underneath. i looked ridiculous. to my suprise the mail man kinda gave me a quik glance and went about his business. must happen alot. ha!

always,
unemployed lloyd

ps. i fixed it so you dont have to have a gmail account to post in the comment section. sorry about that.

snap crackle pac

alot of people say they dont give fuck. tupac actually doesnt. i was talking to eli tonight and we both agreed this was one of the illest scenes of the last 30 years. im not mad.

always,
unemployd lloyd

ps. i guess i should start putting up music again huh? fuck that!

friday.

not to sound like an asshole but my body is in better shape then its been in in a long time. i might take my shirt off on friday. come see my body.

winehouzen.

winehouse. its not my thing but i cant deny the fact that she makes good songs, shes talented, and can sing. pr chicks and cocktail waitresses love her so she muct be good. ha! anyway, its the spiraling out of control "image" i cant stand. its so lame. so lame it takes away from what ever potential she might have. how old are we? image shouldnt mean anything but unfortunately it does and as far as im concerned your lifestyle plays as much of a part as your music does. i dunno. correct me if im wrong. i mean, you wouldnt support an artist if he had sex with underage girls, videotaped it then leaked it to the public would you? yeah. me niether!


always,
unemployed lloyd

dammit man.

something about people on the train on their laptops drives me up the fucking wall. i almost want to rob them out of spite. there was some dude on the 3 today in the middle of a packed train playing video games on his pc. it pissed me off to where i wanted to get up and switch cars. i dont know why but theres something very rude about it. that and it forces you to acknowledge the fact that new york has gotten way soft if you can sit on a train with a 1500 dollar laptop and not get robbed. i still carry mine in the same orange jansport ive used since the ninth grade just to be safe. new york has always been safe. safe i like. soft i cant stand. now im not from here so i cant really claim seniority on the issue but id atleast like to think i might get robbed if i whip my laptop out on the train. however, in all honesty that probably wont happen anymore. welcome to candyland, where the roads are made of chocolate and the water tastes like fruit punch. whatever, atleast theres still port authority.

always,
unemployed lloyd