Priceless Talk About Kicks

Sean Price’s videos rarely lack blunt entertainment. In this quick peek into his life we catch him perusing the options at the Kixpo sneaker & street wear fashion expo that took place at Cowboys Stadium. His comments about the evolution of Shaq’s and Ewings can be empathized with all old enough to have have experienced that transition. Most kids nowadays won’t touch brands outside of the majors (Nike, Adidas, etc). Who do you think started that son? We did, by lambasting brand jumping and vehemently (sometimes violently) defending brand loyalty. OG moves.

The intro track on the video is  ”Haraam” . Peep it.

Adidas hooks Dwight Howard up with Slim Chin [VIDEO]

Dwight Howard X Slim Chin : Fast Don’t Lie

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Remember when a commercial for shoes involved a few quick snaps of some dope kicks? Nowadays to sell some footwear you need college level wit and the marketing skills of Don Draper. Slim Chin tears it up though, was this a step down or up from The Hangover?

This Is Venice…CA

Had a Venetian forward me this video. For the most part it makes Venice, CA seem way more legit/pleasurable than it is. In my opinion, Venice is for tourists, period. The custom Converse however at The Ave in Venice, that looks like a legit set up , most likely worthy of the cost, and most likely going to have a visit from me soon. I wish they were NIKE’s though.

Just Don’t Do It! Jordan’s are not worth it.

Before I’m judged by kicks fanatics alike, I want you to know a couple of facts about my past relationship with Nike.

1. I used to own and proudly rock a 10K gold Nike pendant on a 14K Figaro chain
2. I spent 180 dollars on a Nike tracksuit on a day designated as World “Boycott Nike” Day
3. I saw an ad once for 50$ if you got a NIKE tattoo and send it in to the evil bastards. (I considered it for months)

Satisfied? I’ve served my shoe gods with diligence, I’ve earned the opportunity to judge those who consider purchasing expensive kicks. First, let me say this, it’s a fucking RECESSION guys! It has amazed me throughout 2009 to witness a plethora of retail agents and establishments continue to put forth products sans a reduction in price. Not to mention the idiots who hit me up on the street daily for a charitable donation to their respective support group. ” Excuse me, could you spare a moment for pediatric research?” No homie, I’m on a 15 minute break and I need a coffee to make it. I mean, that’s the truth of the matter, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m living check to check right now. And towards the end of the month that really means day to day. So yeah, wake up chump, you’re broke just like me, so don’t DUMP money into your kicks right now, shit, take half a year off that crap.

Well, I had a myriad of other points to make about this. But I just read over my first one, and yeah, that really should suffice. But before I leave you with a video of what you could look like if you snag a pair of Jordan XI’s, I ask you to consider one possible alternative scenario. Go cop a pair of dope sneakers that you genuinely appreciate for 75 dollars. For example, I would seriously consider this pair of Jordan III’s for 65 bills at Crispy Kicks. After you cop your crispy clean kicks of choice, take the extra 100 bucks, or whatever it truly is without you borrowing or stealing, consider the following charity: Soles 4 Souls. Give them whatever you got, and experience guilt-free enjoyment when you examine your kicks throughout the holiday season. Call it utopian, but if you only donate a buck and cop a pair of reasonably priced sneakers, I guarantee you the world will be a better place because of it. That isn’t utopian, that’s practical. Just Do It.

Or be this guy.

ALBUM REVIEW: TOKYO BLUES (HORACE SILVER QUINTET)

The espoused musings of a jazz group are not worth speaking about in rigid boundaries. If you believe in the spiritual power of nationality, then you see The TOKYO BLUES of Horace Silver combining a lot of ingredients in its kind of Miso-ChimiChurri soup soup, an intriguing predecessor to MF DOOM’s MM..Food, sort of, if you’re hungry, many folks seem to be these days, so if they have that silly apocalyptic theme running like electric current through them, don’t listen. This album is really great, a word that I think is used all too frequently, but sometimes you gotta swim in a sea of shit to get the lettuce right. The lattice work of the mind, CHERRY pie crust? may have something to do with the design. You know how Tracy Morgan and Dave Chapelle, one time or another have made light of Jewel-Encrusted or Spiritual Poop, this is no eerie coincidence that I too poop, and laugh at the American empire burning to the ground slowly and taking us down with it, I still won’t see that fucking James Cameron movie, that guy sucks. Anyways, this album, why even listen to me, just put it on and listen intently to some good ideas, if you’ll remember the last album review, there is entirely less suggestive harpooning with penises, oh electric-bassist driven records, does Bootsy and Buckethead belong in the same sentence? Anyways, the piano is really great when Horace Silver sweats like in Umbria 1976, my goodness what a performance. Hey Jake wrote a seriously poignant piece on Chinese and Race, and it raises questions about translation and implications, that ought to be addressed, it’s a high risk game, and it’s sad that people would play around with such things as atom splitting divisive issues that hush you, kind of like Colbert getting blown up in a Nuclear Explosion. I saw a crazy friend, he wanted a cigar at Little Taste of Cuba, sez to me, “I gotta find out about Guantanamo Bay over at Cuba.” We go, he picks up a U.S. 1 before he gets inside and sez, “Just like Rocafella Records, all ads.” I’m stunned, mouth agape with “Agape” for this boy, he is like Nas, but not because he doesn’t accept beats from Chris Webber, and you, good reader, should not accept such nonsense either. WHY must he continue to crush himself in competitive fields? Well, maybe he was made for TV. Listen to the Tokyo Blues!

2010 J’s

A pair of Jordan shoes are worth dying for. Well, perhaps not actually dying, though many have attempted to kill for a pair of them, directly and indirectly. The Jordan shoe is the zenith of athletic shoes for any given year, every subsequent basketball based shoe humbly stands aside and lets Jordan bask in the warmth of the constant spotlight. Today the 2010 Jordan launched, hence crime rates across urban America will skyrocket this weekend.

Are they really worth fighting for? Go buy some Starbury’s and get a Thai massage; you’ll feel much aligned, you’ll still have some kicks on, all for a quarter of the price of some MJ’s.

More looks of the ’10 Jordan after the jump

Pretty Shoes Toney

When music people collaborate with fashion people, the product is often ghastly. The necessity to include the creative input of the musician on the aesthetics often leads to a confused, unpalatable appeal, one that is most likely too subjectively significant to the artist for most to truly appreciate. Thankfully, Ghostface Killah has always been an artist that keeps it real, fluidly connecting with his audience of real, live, genuine people. He has teamed up with Adidas Originals in putting out this shoe. The classic shell toe pops like a golden goose egg, like the man himself, Pretty Toney is decked out in three gold stripes on an all black exterior, and looking bad ass doing so. You can cop a myriad of Ghost X Adidas gear here.

Video with Ghost talking kicks after the jump.

Random Late-Pass

I’d never seen Zach Galifianakis in anything before The Hangover but I thought he looked familiar. Kanye’s alternate version of the “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” video, from what I personally believe to be Kanye’s best album, Graduation, starred Galifianakis, alongside prolific indie-rocker Will Oldham on a farm. Another additional factoid is that the farm where this video was shot, is actually a North Carolina blueberry farm owned by Galifianakis.

Everything surrounding this video is odd to me, from Kanye’s choice of actors, to the rural locale and so forth. Galifianakis’ oddball humor and Oldham’s entire musical catalog, exist in a galaxy far far away from rap music ethos.

Nonetheless, it was Kanye concocting this video, so it can’t blow me away too much. Kanye West likes these absurd collision courses–from his rap album where he never rapped to the sneakers he collaborates on, his influences are snagged with octopus-like multiplicity.

I’d like to see Gucci Maine do a video starring Patton Oswalt; now that would utterly confuse me.

Gay (Kanye) Kicks!

Wale’s “Chillin” Pros & Cons

My breakdown of Wale’s new video for “Chillin”:

I don’t like: the corny cameos, the 3,000 wardrobe swaps, the lack of creative art direction (this guy rapped over a Justice song and released a mixtape based on Seinfeld–C’mon Wale, you can do better than this), the contrived club scene (I’m 100% for materialism in videos, but this just doesn’t look natural), enough with the Dre. Beats headphones, the song itself

I do like: that backpackers are going to start weeping when they see their messiah in a German car, Wale rocking a San Francisco hat

on that note: congrats to Randy Johnson for winning his 300th game. Oddly enough, he got the win in D.C., which is Wale’s hometown….

Off To See Tha Wizard of Izz

Izza Kizza has said that he loves words so much that he used to read the back of his mom’s laundry detergent bottles and work the five-trillion syllables into freestyles. That might be one of the dopest things I’ve heard in a while. His new mixtape The Wizard of Iz just hit the internuts. It’s mixed by Nick Catchdubs, the same guy who crafted Wale’s first mixtape 100 Miles and Running. The point is, you should hop on this jock early so you can play the been-there-done-that-card later. Click the mixtape cover below to download. Or just click here.

Are Air Yeezys Just Hot Air?

??? I don’t know what to say. Yes, Kanye West’s new Air Yeezy sneakers look pretty cool, I especially dig this color-way above. But, I don’t know, something still doesn’t sit right. They look like shoes to play sports in–a glorified Jordan and, to my knowledge, Kanye has never consistently played sports, so, why would I buy athletic kicks designed by him.

I guess this is a metaphor for his rap-career: why would a street-wrought kid be able to relate to a high-fashion obsessed, upper middle class kid? Well, the rap thing has worked out for Kanyeezy, maybe the sneaker thing will too.

Wale to Mixtapes is Like Japan to Japanese People

The old geezers behind the mahogany desks at the cob-webbed old record labels are surely dumbfounded by a few things regarding Wale:

The cooler-than-thou boutiques on Fairfax fall to their knees and jam as many $50 t-shirts into a bag as they can, while making their interns (what kind of retail store has interns) mop the saliva which pours from their mouths. AND HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE AN ALBUM OUT YET.

He’s designed a highly sought-after New Era Cap (I’m selling one here). AND HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE AN ALBUM OUT YET.

Wale is now dropping his 3rd free mixtape, yet he’s already graced magazine covers and feature stories in pubs like URB, XXL and The Fader. AND HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE AN ALBUM OUT YET.

AND HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE AN ALBUM OUT YET.

Here is mixtape part three, The Road to Attention: Deficit Mixtape with his fourth right around the corner.

San Francisco Is Getting Trill!

check the original at Craigslist SF

Kid Cudi gets lucid (No apology from us KID)

I recently reported about a little Kid Cudi/taser incident that occured over All-Star weekend in Phoenix. Apparently I had it all wrong, I’ll let Kid Cudi himself clarify. Peep Cudi madness at

http://kidcudi.com/news/?p=518

For the record, he clarifies nothing. Ok, he wasn’t arrested and wasn’t rocking Jordan’s. But that just adds to the confusion of this story. And then we’re supposed to just allow him to lay back on that “I don’t do this for anyone but my friends and family” pillow. Fuck that, you can’t act like your shit smells like Kanye one moment, and then the next minute cry foul about your lack of privacy. That’s called having your cake and eating it, you can’t do that Kid. You can rock Reeboks and get paid for it, oh yes, that you can do, but you can’t have your cake.