Thursday, 5 August 2010

When the gods get on to perform

I'm awaiting proud bruises today after holding my own down at the front of Brixton Academy last night for most of Wu's set. Belted all the lyrics, threw up W s like a good 'un and was generally happy vibing, despite one or two dick head gig-goers. Hold tight the girl with the 'fro who knew about solidarity, and all the other peeps that weren't there to bask in the on-stage greatness and swagger that they wish they had.

Gza, if your reading this, lets be best friends yeah? We can play chess and talk about how rubbish Curtis is.

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