I was suppose to fly out on Wednesday the 10th—the day of the big blizzard. Realizing that we had just missed a HUGE storm the previous weekend and that we wouldn’t be that lucky this time around, I spent all of Monday morning on the phone with US Airways seeing if they could get me out a day earlier…thank God I did! I left on Tuesday, while Core’s and Rabbi’s Wednesday flights were cancelled…
I arrived in AZ to the temperature of 70 degrees, and spent the next 24 hours locked in doors working out a solo set for the nationally-renowned Blunt Club. My homies Doug “The Professional” Quick, Dumper Foo, Pickster One and DJ Element started this party back in 2002 when I was still living in AZ. Almost 8 years later they're still holding down authentic Hip Hop culture in the Valley. Pretty much everyone on the underground has rocked their stage…I’m just blessed to have been a part of it all...




The next two mornings were spent at the Metro Arts Institute running a couple of workshops and a Master Class for some aspiring artists. I kid you not when I say that I could spend the rest of my life doing this kinda work! Working with High School students in an art-school setting made me realize how much of my time back in NYC is spent trying to prove to the powers that be that art—let alone Hip Hop can be an integral part to the learning process--that it can be a tool for social change. The kids at Metro Arts really get it! Thanks to Kris Hill for hooking it up, and thanks to Fernando and Kerry for supplying the students...you should be extremely proud of them!
Core caught up with me in AZ for day 2 at the Metro Arts Institute, a recording session with Foundation and Universatile Music's Eyedea and Abilities show later that night in Snotts-dale…



Tuesday I ended my mini-tour of sorts at The Lost Leaf for Thriftshop’s Downtime party. The Lost Leaf is on a street of houses/galleries where 2 of my homies own property—one a print shop and the other an art gallery. Every time I come back to AZ I question what I'm still doing living in NYC (more like what am I still doing losing so much in rent each month instead of investing it into something more substantial--like a home)...and then I get restless...
On a plane…back to the hustle and bustle of The City, I count my blessings…Hip Hop I do believe…until next time I remain thought in action…Peace!

Pay to the piper
what you owe, what you need.
Things will change,
just you see.
If tomorrow doesn't fulfill your wanting,
feed, sustain.
That will change.
It was meant to be.
