Music
Art, People,the Art of Life the welfare of my state, city friends and family. Seeing people enjoy themselves.Hackey sack. The look of aw on someone’s face when they hear a song that makes their mind do back flips and their heart move to the music’s beat. Good people and karma.40 oz Miller Highlife & 16 ounce 'Gannsetts. Art and its many forms. Providence. History. Present. Future. People with stupid grins on their faces (usually from the right amount of booze. Finding whoever hacked my page and shoving my size 12 and a half boot so far up their ass they will sing soul for a week
I'd like to meet:
In general, creative people. One of my friends recently pointed out no matter where I am the people I place myself around are creative individuals. Maybe thats because of my wicked bad ADHD that i crave the creativity to keep myself entertained for more then 2 minutes. Yeah, that'll be me excuse for now....
Also
George W Bush so I could smack him upside his figurehead. The inventor of the 16oz Narragansett beer mmmmmmmm good stuff. MLK, so i could seek his guidance in handling certain situations. The next song I'm going to play on repeat for a continuous 90 minutes.
Me ten years ago to slap myself upside the head and say " Listen to your mother, DUMBASS!!!!
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Music:
Hip Hop HipHop101
(love beats, instrumental tracks and mixes) Rock, Electro, Reggae, drum N bass, Jungle, Dub, Downtempo,Soul, Funk. Basically whatever I like the sound of. Here are a few artist I like you can find on Amie Street.
Chachi
Cause for Change
J Dilla
DJ Steppo
Justice
The Pharcyde
Dizzee Rascal
Ratatat
Well Deep: Ten Years Of Big Dada
Ashley Alexandra Dupre
Stateless
Zion-I
Some Velvet Morning
DJ Vadim
Spank Rock
Borgoe Beats
Bad Brains
The Herbaliser
Sly & The Family Stone
Amon Tobin
Joe Budden
Big Pun
Dj Un1t
Doujah Raze
Adult Swim & Stones Throw
Adriana Evans
Charles ExSavior
Madvillain
Oh No
Verge Records
Red Motor Dog
Supervinyls
Sandpeople
Andre Nickatina
Johnny RiddimThe Game
RiZ
Crisis
Czarny Wladek & Lucek Oblatywacz
Trek Life
Malene Younglao
Meal Tix
Intention
Cold War Kids
Grow
Swann Notty
Sneak Techniks
Horton the Irrelevant and August the Creep
X1
Rondo Borthers
Manic
E.Z.
Wande (wan-day)
Sleeping Giant Music Presents….
Glovebox
Najas
Fresh Air
Jessie J
Dj Tonk
Vodka
Jeffrey Rizzles
Sun Zoo
Beatmakin Troopa
Lingo
Dante Inferno
Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings
Temperamento
CX
Steve Sampling
Breakstra
Broadcast Live
Delirious FAT
Street Credit
Kolade
Gripp
Kosha Dillz
The Telepathics
The Salads
Czarny Wladek
Destruments
Travis Bickle
The Beep
Nosaj Thing
Channel Two
State Radio
Movies:
Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy
Half Baked
Office Space
Inner Space
Formula 51
Dogma
Howard the Duck
Boondock Saints
Underworld
Grandmas Boy
Shawn of the Dead
Vampire Hunter D
Akira
Oceans 11 & 12
Borat
Television:
Life
Bionic Women
Scrubs
any Gorillaz video
Extreme Home Makeover
Rob and Big
Adult Swim
Ren and Stimpy
Andrew Zimmermans Starnge Foods
MusicPlus TV
The Brotherhood ( I did security the first season, good stuff, good people )
Books:
& The Complete Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy
Heroes:
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.I have a dream today.I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.I have a dream today.I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.And when this happens, When we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
