IT'S GOIN DOWN! Time to hate on whack Radio DJ's.....

First and foremost, if you haven't fuckin noticed, I would consider myself a bit of a hater, tastefully of course. I don't hate on any ones hustle or grind, as long as it is legitimate. But what we are about to dive into is one of the most annoying professions in the world; the dreaded Whack Radio DJ...

Now let's not get confused with the occasional or even consistent DJ that goes on the various stations and mixes throughout the night or does special appearances. That's all love and brings new music to the airwaves, positive. It's the ever so loud and obnoxious Radio DJ's that are designated on their stations say in and day out that continue to fill your ears with bullshit. Rockin out to their best blend of Top 40, but making sure to ruin the first 50seconds or more of the incoming song. Talking about their bullshit music festival with that is in some arena with special guests Mims or Tyga. WAIT! I'm not a huge fan of these two, not hating on them, they do their thing, but by all means are not special guests to a large music festival. But back to these radio cronies; you know the ones I'm talking about, the ones that get on the mic and bullshit just spills out their mouth like-


"YO IT'S GOIN DOWN, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! TELL YOUR MOTHA, YOUR SISTA, EVEN YOUR DOG! WE PLAYIN THAT NEW KESHA JOINT AND BRINGIN DOWN THE HOUSE!! BE SURE TO GRAB YOUR MONSTER JINGLE ALPHA JAM TICKETS FOR ONLY $100 EACH!!"


Like the radio stations aren't worse enough with the same songs playing over and over on a loop all day and being paid by the record labels to just play the same cheesy Billboard hits to please the 15 year old boppers sittin somewhere in the suburbs. Now we got these ass clowns yellin on the mic about events, artists, and news we don't even care about!


"YO SHOUTS TO ALL MY LISTENERS! YA'LL HEAR BRITNEY SPEARS WAS AT STARBUCKS TODAY BUYING AN ICED COFFEE?! CAN YOU BELIEVE SHE WAS SPOTTED? WOOOHAAAA!"


I can't even depict a good impression, that is how much these people drive me crazy. I mean I understand we all gotta have work, and maybe it's just a paycheck to some of them, but others live and breathe to be annoying on the mic. Not to mention, they have ridiculous stage names, Homie Dawg 105, Sierra Sarah, Nothing But Money Hunny. (All of these are fake examples because I don't wanna hear any shit from these JAMN fiends, KISS 108 fools or HOT 97 jokers. Plus I avoid legal slander.)


But in all honesty, this post is just to vent about how ridiculous these assholes are and how much I appreciate satellite radio, pod casts and other forms of non commercial radio. Although I'm sure some of those even have babbling idiots on them as well. I hope you share my hatred for these animals and if you don't, well then I hope you go deaf listening to these fools mixed in with their awesome T-Pain mixes and waste of money concerts.


Get on board with some real music. Check out Mark Farina's Mushroom Jazz mixes for all you hip hoppers and jazz fiends.


Jump over to datpiff.com and grab new hip hop mix tapes, take a chance on an artist you've never even heard of, you might be surprised. And if it sucks, just delete it, no harm done.


Or check out these blogs goodmusicallday.com and thissongissick.com. Lame ass names, but they tend to have a few gems on their site here and there.


Educate yourself with music, don't be slaves to the commercial radio airwaves!


BTW that dude in the picture's name is DJ Phat Fabes....I fuckin told you they have whack ass names.

Christmas Douche

This goes out to the mid 30's douche bag that bumped in to me today as I was off to the side of the street fixing something in my bag. Thanks for calling me a "fuckin idiot" and then when confronted about it, walking away but still running your mouth to something of the tough tune of "yeah well, why don't you just keep walking." I have no problem droppin all these bags I'm carrying and cleaning the street with your face. Did you really think I would be all "Oh I'm sorry" about you being a dick? Because you looked terrified as I spun around and egged you on to make something happen. I mean seriously, by the looks of that scarf, those leather clogs and your haircut, I doubt you are much of the fighting type. I'm sure your newly wed wife wouldn't like her family Christmas picture with you having a black eye or two.

So for future reference, please don't try and start a fight with me in the middle of Newbury Street in downtown Boston unless you are going to go through with it. I have very little patience and am a busy man. But in all realness, I would like to thank you for giving me a good laugh as I was frantically Christmas shopping. It's good to know I can count on an Ivy League bitch like yourself to try and start shit and then scurry away as I called your bluff.

Merry Christmas to everyone reading this and I hope you don't run into some douche bag that's all pissy because his Vineyard Vines polo has a rip in it. Get real prep school.

Pour me a Jack and Coke in honor of this angry and violent post, haha.

Shrine's Eve of the Eve celebration with Steve Aoki

Alright Kidds, it's about that time again, time to ring in the New Year. While you may already have plans at the same nightclub or bar, with the same people, for the same $50+ ticket, you may want to reconsider your plans and maybe even the night you go out. Shrine MGM is hosting an Eve of the Eve party December 30, 2011 with the one and only Steve Aoki!

Shrine MGM down in Connecticut, offers top shelf entertainment and arguably the hottest nightclub scene in New England. With a plethora of VIP sections, Bottle Service specials and some of the bombest sushi on the coast, Shrine continues to perfect the New England night life. Not to mention they bring us some killer fuckin DJ's with likes of DJ Chuckie, DJ Riz, Rock-It Scientists, DJ Costa and Resident DJ, DJ JD, just to name a few. Steve Aoki is the brain behind Dim Mak Records and has sparked careers for artists such as The Bloody Beetroots, Bloc Party, The Kills, and MSTRKRFT. I saw Aoki live at this summers Identity Festival down in Mansfield, MA and was truly impressed by the overall show he puts on and the absolute bangers that he drops, he is absolutely worth any price they decide to charge.

As far as this event specifically, it's only $25! Doors are at 9:00pm and all guests must adhere to dress code. Proper ID requiredThis is brought to you by Big Night Entertainment and is of course a 21+ event. If interested in VIP Tables, call 860.204.6366 and start poppin bottles!

Now I am planning on hitting this event just because NYE in Boston just continues to be the same shit with the same people and I end up droppin a ton of cash to just party in the city that I always party in. So come do something different, come party in the woods of CT, at the hottest nightclub around. 

Be sure to follow Steve Aoki @steveaoki and Shrine MGM @ShrineMGM for all of the latest and greatest events going on!

Kush Groovin!

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Get on board with our GROOVEMENT and support one of Boston's hottest clothing lines.

Method Man Show at The Paradise Rock Club

So real quick, me and my boys hit up the Smoker's Club Tour when it came to the Paradise Rock Club over on Commonwealth. The headliner was the real reason we were there, seeing as it was the M-E-T-H-O-D Man from the legendary rap group the Wu-Tang Clan for all you fools who didn't know. His supporting acts for this tour were Curren$y, Big Krit, Smoke DZA, Fiend, The Pricks and Corner Boy P. We were only aware of a couple of these acts so feared that these scrubs would take up too much of the stage time that we wanted Meth to have.

Not the case, both Curren$y and Big Krit had decent performances, not to mention, Meth had a crazy long set that absolutely made it worth being in attendance. The Shaolin native opened up with the 90's hit M-E-T-H-O-D Man just to get the crowd jumpin! And from there on out, the 40 year old rapper continued to murder the stage and take us all back to the beginning of his legacy and then carry us right over the hits of his album Tical.

Basically I am just preaching that if you ever see this man is scheduled to come to your city, pay for the ticket, tell your friends and go have an absolute blast with this dude. Hip hop is changing and it's nice to see one of the real originals still doing his thing and promoting the youth in hip hop.

***Advanced Warning!***

DO NOT ATTEND THIS SHOW IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE AROUND LARGE CROWDS THAT JUMP, SCREAM, OR SMOKE BLUNTS!

My Take on Occupy Boston

First let me start with this; I am all for a peaceful protest, shit even violent protests if that's what it takes to get the point across.

There is nothing more American than trying to stick it to "The Man" and tell him you're not going to confide in to his outrageous rules.........But tenting out in the middle of Boston to protest that 1% that is the rich? Showing the world that the 99% really is bummy and can look absolutely homeless just to state their opinion. Yeah, that's really showing the government you're not going to take their bullshit anymore!

Haha it's embarrassing to even see these people with their hand written card board signs, and their 10 year old Coleman tents, preaching about taxing the rich and bringing them down to our financial level. These tent city hobos need to realize that they are fighting an uphill battle that they are not going to win. If I were Mayor, I would have taken the fire hoses to them weeks ago, enough is enough. We get it, you're poor or middle class and you're pissed about it, boo-hoo. I can proudly sit here and say that I am part of that 99% and when I do become that 1%, I will feel just the same about the situation.

Not all of the rich individuals are trust fund babies that sit in a bathtub full of cold coins, this isn't fucking Scrooge McDuck. There are many people who have earned their way to the top, I don't care if they were a stripper for 20 years and then sold Cocaine on the side. It may not be the most honest way to make a living, but they are sitting in their warm, furnished estate, you however are stuck in the rain right now in your shitty camping tent. Stop pointing the finger at the ones who have made it on their own, or even the ones that were born into it.

Life isn't always fair, when you can come to that realization, the decisions you make will become much easier. Continue to push for success, if you fall short, at least you know you weren't just sitting around in a tent waiting for lawmakers to change things for you.

Control your own destiny.

Was Gone For A Minute, Now I'm Back Let Me Hit It

After a lengthy hiatus from venting my personal issues and experiences, I would like to welcome myself back to the blog. We have a lot of catching up to do as much has happened while I was out.

First, I'd like to address a ridiculous event that happened back in August when I ventured up to my old stomping grounds of Old Orchard Beach, ME. I went up to the OOB to party and pump the "crowd" with my boy DJ Breeazy, one of Boston's Best DJ's currently. I had gotten wind from him about his vacation up to his beach house in Maine and that while he was there he was doing a favor for a buddy and spinning a night on the renowned Pier. The classic boardwalk, tourist, junk gift shop, bar at the end kind of Pier. Any touristy beach community has one and this one happens to inhabit not only the out of towners, but everyone I went to high school with and everyone you don't want to see.

So long after deciding to go, I found myself basking in the sun on the beach with Breeazy and his girl, sluggin beers and truly gearing up for the shitshow that was upon us. I mean shit, him and his girl even bought two corny ass tourist shirts that read something to the likes of "Come at me bro" or "Everyday I'm shufflin" (because apparently LMFAO's song had JUST surfaced in the OOB). The next step was to nap off the beers then down unbelievable Miami Vice's brought to us by his girl, shouts to Ms. O'Hara for making a serious summer drink and helping approach Blackout City.

Long story short, we arrive to set up and the place is obviously empty, mind you it's 8pm, shits about to get real. Ms. O'Hara and myself decide to get inebriated beyond belief. I mean shots of Goose and Patron before each new drink, which were RedBull and Vodkas, kind of drunk. Now apparently they don't allow any liquor at all on stage with the DJ, which is complete bullshit. But I proceeded to do so and sloppily bring my forbidden concoction on stage to hype the crowd and watch my boy murder the turntables.

Well at about 11pm, yeah it didn't take long, a bouncer had had enough and yelled for me to get off stage. After refusing, he then made the mistake of grabbing my arm and trying to pull me off the stage. At that point I made an even bigger mistake and punched him in the jaw, dropping him to the plywood floors. You ever heard "The customer is always right?" well in the Club world we have a similar one, "The bouncer is always right." Meaning, don't try and take them on because you will lose. While I did get in a few more licks after being hauled to the ground, there were four more bouncers that came in and left me seriously bruised. I was then carried out in a hogtie type of hold; yes carried down to the first level, out the entire length of the pier and down the ramp. All this by a very disgruntled Old Orchard Beach Police Officer, never did catch his name.

The party went on, my sister pleaded the officer to stop placing the handcuffs on me and to let her take me home. Do you remember that I mentioned most of my High School class was there? Or that my girlfriend had showed up late, but just in time to see me wrestle one bouncer to the ground and then be caught in the middle of a WWE Tag Team match with four others. Needless to say, I made it home without any charges, but I did however have two black eyes, a busted up elbow, bruises all over my back and a hangover I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy.

Lessons learned here Kidds are:
-Never try and fight back when a bouncer is simply enforcing the rules.
-Check out my boy DJ Breeazy, he spins at Down Ultra Lounge on Thursdays, Royale on Fridays, The Greatest Bar on Saturdays and does some occasional appearances at Umbria, District and whatever event we are holding.

Twitter @djbreeazy



Stay intoxicted Kiddos.