snOOp LovEs THe WeEd...aND HOckEy!!!

i wonder where the doggfather keeps his collection of stache's @ the crib?? And how often does he watch HockeY??

pRoP's: tMZ

oNE ReAsOn whY fAMe SucKs

your phone number ends up in the hands of dudes like THiS. the boy has already gotten the likes of YOung HOva and mS i have a DUi and still tHinK I cAN DriVe cUz I'M FamOUS. he has more in the works so stay tuned.

You can buy his mockery called "PhONe'kd" hErE!!!


pRoP's: ComPLex

yOUr WEt DREam FrOm 2 yeArS aGO...jUSt Got WettEr

I'm only goin to say a few words...more water. where's my sock?


pRoP's: wRG

oNE mORe AlBum AnD HE Is reTiRinG?

thats what he's saying to SOHH Left Coast. tHE gAme figures after his next album he will have put out 3 classic albums...enough to leave his mark on hip-hop and the WeST coAsT (maybe 1 so far homie...the documentary). anyways check out what he has to say here, and take a look at what the readers think about it below the article. interesting if nothing else!!!


pRoP's: cOmPLeX mAGaZinE

liSteN tO wHAt mR . FREsHjiVe hAs To SAy

there's these guys who make up the site WeeKlY DrOp. These guys basically conduct interviews with key figures in the fashion "streetwear" industry. They are the ones who get all the fresh insider info and get to ask the questions the hardcore fans want to know about. i've checked out the one from DOm (BrooKlyn ProJects) and a couple others, and they are definately something your eardrums will find pleasureable.

rICk KLotZ iNTeRviEw

pRoP's: hiGh SnObiEtY

tHE gAME x tRAviS bArkEr...cLAssiC

finally something pertaining to those music heads readin this shit. something i had to blow the dust off, but well worth the allergy attack i suffered as a result of the dust. this is some of the stuff you get from two LA musicians. the GAME.. the rapper famous for leavin g-UNiT hooked up with ex blink-182er and present +44 drummer travis BARKER to recreate a couple tracks from his latest cd "the DOCTOR'S adVocATe". this video was done for Aol Music Sessions and is now a classic. far and away the best doing what they love to do...

pEEp tHE AoL sEssiON

dJ aM: tHe sTOry beHiND YOUr fAVoRitE cLUb dJ

it was a brisk morning @ dVS when i turn on the radio to these two stupid dj's here in LA named KEVin and BEan on kRoq who are interviewing travis barker. he was promoting this "mash up" event he was doing with dJ aM that night. i had just got done reading about the madness they got started at the x games party together, so i knew i had to try and get tickets to this show. These expensive pieces of paper were jEnnA and i entrance to one of my most intriguing, mind blowing musical experineces ever. the type of shit these two produce is classic...and innovative. the music world needs to get on its 2way with cr8ivity immediately and restablish their connection. thats my personal story about dJ aM...now here is a glimpse of his.

April 29, 2007

DJ AM: His Life, Times, Shoes

By LOLA OGUNNAIKE

Perched on a dimly lighted stage at Studio B, a nightclub on a desolate block in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, DJ AM was spinning a retro-flavored soundtrack on a recent Thursday evening. Hopscotching across genres and decades, he mixed ’80s freestyle (Stacey Q’s “Two of Hearts”) with Baltimore club music (“Do the Wu Tang” ); ’60s girl group sweetness (“Baby Love” by the Supremes) with raunchy R&B (Ginuwine’s “Pony”) .

Then he threw the theme song from “Rocky” into the mix, which prompted one young woman in sunglasses and a striped turtleneck to giddily exclaim: “Oh, my God! I can’t believe he’s playing this.” But even more impressed than the patrons on the packed dance floor was the coterie of D.J.s hovering around his booth.

“He is ridiculous,” said Drew Hall, who spins under the name Goofy Whitekid and had flown from Pittsburgh to hear the hourlong set. “I’ll learn stuff from here watching him, take it back home and kill it in the club.”

DJ AM, 34, has grown used to the attention, although he says he is still a bit mystified by it: “Back in the day, I’d be playing in a corner, and now I’m on stage and people are staring at me, but I’m not a performer. This ain’t Kool and the Gang.” “I don’t want to be on the stage,” he added with a cock of his head. “But I want that stage money. I’m not going to say no to that.”

His name has become a mainstay in gossip columns; his boyish face, usually snuggled against a starlet’s, appears regularly in the celebrity weeklies. It would seem easy to write him off as another playboy who has managed to date his way to B-list stardom in the sketchy tradition of pampered heirheads like Paris Latsis, Brandon Davis and Stavros Niarchos. Except that in the world of D.J.-ing, he is the real thing, celebrated for far more than being Nicole Richie’s former boyfriend.

“There is a lot of questionable talent in the world of celebrity D.J.s,” said Nick Barat, a music editor at Fader, a magazine that covers emerging music and fashion. “I’m always consistently amazed at how awful they are. But AM is not the product of nepotism. He’s someone who has grinded all the way to the top, and he deserves all the attention and money he is getting right now.”

Born Adam Michael Goldstein, DJ AM is enjoying the perks of top-guy status in the club world: money (he spins Fridays at Pure in Las Vegas, earning hundreds of thousands a year, he says); girls (once engaged to the gossamer-thin Ms. Richie, he’s been linked to the actress Mandy Moore and, most recently, the model Jessica Stam); and lucrative side projects (he’s opening a Las Vegas outpost of LAX, a Los Angeles club that he is a partner in, and has been hired to design a new Diet Pepsi bottle, of all things). An indisputable testament to cultural relevance is that his obsession with sneakers (he owns 1,000 pairs) figured into an episode of “Entourage” on HBO last season. When the character Turtle sought a rare limited-edition pair of kicks, he was told DJ AM had bought the last ones. Turtle was distraught.

Although he has been a fixture on the Los Angeles club circuit since the 1990s, DJ AM would probably not be enjoying such fame were it not for his much-chronicled relationship with Ms. Richie. “He’s an amazing D.J., but there are a lot of amazing D.J.s,” said Janice Minn, the editor of US Weekly, which charted the couple’s three-year romance and brief engagement. “The difference is that there’s only one who dated Nicole. It put him on the map.” DJ AM declined to discuss his romantic life, past or present, and he shot down any suggestion that he dates high-profile women to attract publicity. “I’m a straight man and I like beautiful women, whatever their profile may be,” he said. With a shrug he added: “I work hard at what I do. I don’t have anything to prove.”

His style on the turntables is what they call “mash up.” He has become as known for excavating obscure songs as he is for seamlessly blending tracks with unlikely partners. Jay-Z’s “Dirt Off Your Shoulder” with the Killers’ “Mr. Brightside.” “Leader of the Pack” by the Shangri-Las spliced with the rapper Lil Jon’s signature call, “O-kaaay.” “He’s your favorite D.J.’s favorite D.J.,” said Jus Ske, a party promoter turned D.J. who used to hire DJ AM to play at events in Manhattan. “He’s the man technically, when it comes to scratching, and he’s really raised the bar creatively.” Steve Davidovici, an owner of Pure Management Group, said that of the 15 D.J.s he has on retainer, DJ AM is the highest paid and most requested. Club owners say he’s well worth his fee, which runs $10,000 to $25,000 an event. Mike Satsky, an owner of the meatpacking-district club Stereo, said, “On a Saturday night we typically have 600 people, but if people catch wind that he’s coming, easily 1,200 or more people will show up.”

One brisk afternoon earlier this month, DJ AM browsed at Nort-Recon, a Greenwich Village sneaker emporium. He appeared to know the provenance of every shoe and reminisced fondly about his first pair of sneakers, $60 Nikes, a birthday gift from a grandmother in 1984. Later that evening, over tea at a nearby diner, he spoke about how he first became fascinated with spinning records in elementary school. “Herbie Hancock was performing ‘Rockit’ on the Grammys and his D.J., Grandmaster D.S.T., was scratching, and I remember thinking: ‘I need to do this. I need to make that noise,’ ” he said. It was hard not to notice the product placement on his left wrist, a tattoo of the name Technics, his turntable brand.

Growing up in Philadelphia, he listened to everything — pop, hip-hop, punk — but his home life was far from harmonious. His father, he said, served time in prison in connection with a real estate fraud. Upon his parents’ split, he and his mother moved to her hometown, Los Angeles. He was 14. By 10th grade, he was smoking marijuana, ditching school and stealing cars, he said, an account confirmed by friends from those years. He eventually dropped out of school and spent time in a boot-camp-style rehab center for juveniles. He returned home the day before his 18th birthday. A year later, he said, his father died of AIDS. Around this time, he began drinking heavily and doing drugs — mushrooms, ecstasy, cocaine. “During the last two years of my using, from 23 to 25, I started smoking crack,” DJ AM said. “That was the hell express.” After years of playing for friends and at private parties, he scored his first job as a professional D.J. when he was 21, at an illegal after-hours spot in Los Angeles called the Boiler Room. His nightly pay was $40 and a six-pack of beer. “That’s where he really began developing his skill,” said Alchemist, an urban music producer who has been a friend since high school.

His career began to take off, but his personal life remained a mess. One night in 1997, while high on crack, DJ AM recounted, he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. “I felt like I was someone else, like I was wearing a crackhead costume,” he said. “What am I doing in this body with this film on my face?” He decided life was no longer worth living, put a .22-caliber pistol in his mouth and pulled the trigger. The gun jammed. “I remember thinking I’m such a failure, I can’t even kill myself,” he said. “I sat there and bawled my eyes out for hours.” The following morning, Scott Caan, a son of the actor James Caan and the close friend who taught DJ AM how to scratch records, persuaded him to clean up his life. “I remember showing up to his apartment and he looked pretty bad, and I said enough is enough,” Mr. Caan recalled. DJ AM said he has been sober for nine years — “my sobriety birthday is April 1” — and he has cleaned up in other ways, too. Once weighing as much as 324 pounds, he underwent gastric bypass surgery three years ago. Since then, he’s lost nearly 150 pounds; he now eats six small meals a day. “At my core I am a glutton, so I’ve had to learn everything in moderation,” he said. With the help of a hypnotist, he gave up cigarettes last month, having been a two-pack-a-day smoker. “All that’s left is caffeine,” he joked.

After nearly 15 years of playing professionally in clubs, he finds them changed. To him, most places are no longer about dancing and having fun. “They are a tangible representation of what I like to call the universal lie,” he explained. “It’s a place where people pull up in their Porsche, show off their new Marc Jacobs bag or jewelry or, ‘Hey, look at me in V.I.P. with five bottles on my table.’ All this stuff means I’m someone in God’s eyes. But that’s the lie.” Though he is part of the machine that keeps club life humming, he perceives it with a clear head. And he says he’s not tempted to hop back onto the hell express. “I get to watch people fall down and puke on themselves,” he said. “Or watch the liquid-courage guy who weighs 120 pounds try and beat up the bouncer, or the coke girl who’s like” — he worked his jaw and slipped into a Valley Girl lilt — “ ‘AM, can you play this song?’ ” “No,” he said dryly, “I can’t play that song.”

pRoP's: sKY GeLLatLY

tHis is LikE TeAm USa bAskEtBaLL iN THe OLympICS

someone must be disguising as myself and walking into a psychic, because they stole my "dream" team if i had to put together a skate team, 4 out of those 5 skaters would be the guys i would want to ride for me. the intangibles they bring to the table, and the industry are countless. only someone as big as ZEnEttI wheels would be backing these guys. thats the kinda $$$ it takes to make something great. one day son. tk with ice cream and his music, prod with his valley steez, stevie holdin it down as the vet, and jerome with his hundreds connects.







pRoP's: VapOrS MAgAzinE

BoBBy HunDrEd'S pHOne x SomE1 wITH tOO MuCH tIMe?

whoever's this is...nicely done. madd love for tHE huNdrEDs all day everyday is what i say. HUNDREDS IS HUGE!!!

YouRs TRuLy

PrOp'S: SWitCh

sHe jUst Does iT FoR me...FOr tHe pAsT weeK

photo edited for the peeps who don't want to see some "manhood"!!! i think its her facial expression with the lip ring.

rESsuReCtED FRom thE DeaD...CLaE fOOtwEAr

there are so many bookmarks to go through. everynow and again the cLAe site would pop up due to my incontrollable clicking. dane and i were definately the only ones @ theLAb who rocked a pair of these. i StILl have those bad boys that i wear for chores now...mainly the snack bar @ VCaa!!! as an avid sneaker and VAnS fan, i can only stand up and give a round of applause to these guys for making a comeback. we'll see how fast they enter the market again. heres a little sneak a peek at what they have in store for you.






pRoP'S:mR. kIM

oNLy $1 an issue...wHAt???

why do you not subscibe to this magazine??? by far the best deal on the block. lets see. you can't get your sacks that cheap. if your lucky maybe half a beer during happy hour, shit pound away. but the "return" you get from this ish is priceless. if your like me, it about the only thing you read, besides websites and the occasional newspaper or porn. do yourself a favor...if it takes you to beg on the corner for that $1, atleast you'll be the coolest bum in the city. that sexy lady on the right, she goes by the name of rhianna, aka jay-z's 2nd little mama. Dudes on the left are seth rogen from the new movie KNOCked uP, and the legendary rZA from THE wU tANg. i'll be checkin that mailbox everyday from now on.




pRoP's: c TO tHe JL

SOMEthin to MATcH mY mExiCaN blANKet

if you live anywhere within 5 hours of the mexi / cali border, chances are you've been to the land where the drinking age is 18, taxi cabs dont stop at red lights, and the more beer you drink, the less chance you have at getting sick from their water. I'm talking about the land of freedom, MEXiCO. Anyways it never fails that my mom has to buy @least 1 of those traditional colorful bean catchers (aka blanket). Well now when mom comes back from a trip with one, i will have a skateboard to match along with 3 hat choices to match that blanket courtesy of KiNg stAMpeDe. As much as i hate those damn blankets, this shit titillates me in some way...whatever it is the boys at KS and PLAn B are coming up with some heat for your head and feet.

~

pRops: c TO the JL

gOOd DeFENse IF yoU gEt CAUghT cHeATin

i guess since i started reading Dennis RoDman'S 2nD bOOk last night, i'm in this scholastic book fcukclub happy mood. So to keep me in the spirit, and to open your eyes to something besides XXX nudity sites, i present to men everywhere...

p.s. shit is only 50 pages long. freshen up your reading skills.


props: ComPLeX MaG

jUSt to ADd SoME laBelS x

tAKINg stReETwEAr to A wHoLe NEw LEveL

back in the day when yours truly can remember being introduced to what is now the empire known as VoLCoM, the intense desire to have this inked somewhere on my body was all i could think about. thats some 8th grade shit right there. Than i remember hearing that my ex @ the time AlliSoNhad some new dude, and i guess somehow "newguy" got word that i wanted to get the volcom stone,and dude beat me to the punch. anyways i rememeber seein that piece later on in a pic, all i could do was explode with laughter like the kool-aid man. Time has passed, still no tattoos, even though i'm contemplating a sleeve for my dad, and the fad of having logos on your body is cool...somewhere!!! Your boy right here is reppin HUF to the max. The skyline design of SF was done by the legendary HUF graphic dude BeNNy GOlD

























i'll admit it...i'vE had my fair share of brands that i've wanted to ink somewhere. from RDS, to my all time favorite NiXoN, to my new school favethe hUNdrEds AdAm bOmB, but those are just creative hallucinations!!!

tAKinG mE bACk tO pResChoOl

everyone always thought they had the coolest toys, little did they know the secrets i didn't bring to show-and-tell. Not to much of a transformers fan, but to bust out this kind of collabo with the legendary MR. POTATO HEAD, is pure genius. MAybe one day me & mr. potato head will work on a collaboration. Until thAn he will be chILLin on th shelf.

anYOne sEE anY TiSSuE sTUffED iN THeiR?

since when did hillary breezy become pam jr.?

ColOrS Of BluR tO MAtcH mY shOEs

x

wHAt yOu gET wiTH mE

LoNG lOST tWiN???

if everyone deposited 2 cents in a hat for asking if this was me...yours truly would not be sittin here in THIS office chair.

oNE dAy mY shOE eMPirE WilL coNqUEr THerE's

eRiC kOStoN



bEN hUNdrEd's


dJ Am

mIShKa x hUF x jK5

this bad boy is super limited to 150!!! graphic was posted onSWITCH'S page. Supposedly it will only be for sale at the show (the reason it was cr8ted), and on the mIShKa site early next week. a must for
cr8ive!!!

PaRTy WITh tHIS gUY 2niTE

always a good time when our buddy coke splashes in

VoLCoM iNTroDUCes..

here's a little surprise for those who really don't enjoy reading about some ancient historical make believe fairy tale or who only read our mom's fantasy sexcapade paperbacks because there is some triple d chick with blondish red hair being swept away by some machismo dude still waiting to come out of the closet. there standing in the inbox terminal fresh off his email trip was VOLCOMICS. he was in town for a little business chat trying to sell himself to me like some $5 hooker off of Sepulveda. dude is really good at selling himself. he didnt even have to open his page before i was sold. The cover sparked enough interest and before i knew it he was carrying two less copies in his briefcase. cr8ive kept one for himself, but the other one is for you guys. eNJOi the cover!

p.s. my copy is still in the shrinkwrap. why havent i opened it yet. cuz i really dont have it. i'm not sure it has even been released yet.

FuturE mRs. PearsoN #1 x GQ mAgAzInE

you know what that look means...she wants daddy

eViL dEsiGn x CoMpleX mAG

So i was scrolling through ComPleX MagAzinE gettin redy to flip the iss and check out some breezy when some colorful, drugged out cartoon catches my eye. i remeber first thinking, "god this guy created something genius." i still get that feeling when i look at it. maybe its the hunfg over eyes that gets me. maybe because i can connect with them. than again maybe it was the color scheme. yah somehow it usually ends up being the colors. anyways check it. like u havent already.





EvIl DeSiGN

GirL skATebOaRd aRT

it's definately the color. plus a little bit in the construction of the piece that gets my eyes all excited when i look at this. not to mention GirL is one of my favorite skate brands out today. the guys on the girl team look like they are always having one kick-ass time. that's the way i want my future skate team to be modeled after.

"allow me to reintroduce myself"...

as jay-z would say. Im goin to keep it brief so i can get started on the reason why this blog exists. this is my therapy session. its a language that no1 else can understand. i just put my $1 in the machine, hope your ready, cuz i am!

bLoWS mY MiNd

how has this guy avoided the peer pressure of becoming the newest member to my hat collection?