In celebration of Pinky’s early graduation his gracious sister bestowed tickets to the Technique show at Slims, which in my eyes, is the best venue ever. For those unfamilar to the music, to the word, to the gospel Immortal Technique preeches, he is Harlem’s own radical, outspoken, political activist who belts out bar after bar of Bush slams, economic trash talk, verses of wit of angst of injustice and a lot of “N”, “F”, and “M&F” words entwined in there somewhere. Basically, Pinky’s cup of tea.
Pinky and I have been somewhat short term listeners to technique, I’d call him a bigger fan than I, but I consider myself down for his cause. Anyway I’ve only seen a couple pictures of him on the internet rockin a blue bandana that covered his face with a sneer of a bulldog. Now keep in mind, both Pinky and myself are white. Very white. Pinky is more pink though. Anyway, we were the two marshmellows in the pool of hot chocolate, so if things were to jump off, yours truly was gettin a face lift and smash.
The opener was a M.C. by the name of ““Poison Pen” who I thought bore a STRIKING resemblance to Cedric the Entertainer. Maybe it was his brother or something.
Anyway, at first site of Technique I was a little takin back, the man couldn’t be much over five feet but had the presence and ambience of a fuckin axe murderer who killed all his cell mates and killed a guy with a microphone and has been runnin ever since. He came out with his trademark bandana coverin his face, and a camouflage vest on top of his bullet proof vest (50 cent aint got shit on this guy). He came and stood at the merch table, and I’m not gonna lie, even from the distance of that pic I was a little frightened of the dude. So, some brave bastard asked him to sign a CD he jus bought that still had the plastic on it, and I kid you not, Technique reaches in his vest and pulls out a knife the size of my girlfriend and cuts the CD wrapper off like he was gutting an LAPD officer than proceeded to jam the contraband into the table in front of him.
Moral of the story: Technique is one BAAAADDD mofo.
Immortal Technique – Dance w/ the Devil
By the way I am sunburned lookin like a lobster. Hello Summer.
what’d you jus say……….WHAT did you just say……. ATMOSPHERE IS BETTER THAN TECH!!???? oh hell no you didnt girlfriend! im jus teasin you know i love yas girl 🙂 but tech is better….. heh heh