|Posted on Thursday, November 7, 2002 - 9:26 pm: |
Im going to wear my shell-toe ADDAIS until they find the fiend that did this! Jam Master Jay in a word? Dope!!!
|Posted on Friday, November 1, 2002 - 3:00 pm: |
Many years ago I had the pleasure of meeting Run-Dmc at Tunnel, a nightclub in New York. Run DMC were huge at this point in there career. When I approached them to let them know how much I and my little bro "J-Rock" dug them, they were so appreciative. The nicest guys you ever wanted to meet. Jam Master Jay said to my friend and I, i'd like to have you ladies back to my crib but my woman would start illin'. I blew it off as the joke I hoped it was and we continued to hang with Jay. Whatta night. Christmastime in Hollis Queens will never be the same. Sad.
|Posted on Friday, November 1, 2002 - 1:34 pm: |
~as my turntable gently weeps~
|Posted on Thursday, October 31, 2002 - 11:17 am: |
I pour this 40 for ya.
|Posted on Thursday, October 31, 2002 - 9:52 am: |
I be illin'.
|Posted on Wednesday, October 30, 2002 - 9:46 pm: |
"Whose House? Jay's House. Rest in Peace Jam Master."