Young Thyn in this mother! Thaaaat’s right, he’s bout to let you know whose the coolest. Make sure to peep the merlin magic effects at a perfectly timed 2:06. This track goes hard right about now, with where the Seattle community is at. First it was the Blue Scholars, now it’s Young Thyn’s turn to fuck the Bumbershoot committee up in the head and take over that mainstage as opening support for a more established National Artist such as a De La Soul or a Shaggy.

A frequent problem that arises while thrift shopping is when to cop sports gear, and when to let it go. The initial adrenaline rush of finding a vintage “Rose Bowl” sweatshirt or a Shawn Kemp jersey can lead to irrational justifications, binge spending and a closet full of bullshit. The key is to check yourself before you get attached. Nostalgia is a motherfucker, and so is entertaining the possibility that some complete stranger’s childhood throwaways have any monetary or sentimental value. Play out a scenario in your head. “That’s not memorabilia, that a children’s size Mark Price Jersey. The only thing vintage about it is the 22 years of saturated waiting pool piss that has soaked into the mesh. I’m gonna pass on this one.” Good. Let’s try it on some real items.

I know, I know. IT’S THE HAWKS! Back when they had a cool logo and everything. And it’s only $2.99! FUCK YES! Alright, calm down. Whoever wore this back in the late 90’s (it’s not THAT old) rocked it enough to leave perma dandruff stains and sweat induced stretch marks around the collar. That dingy doo doo brown color that is fighting the royal blue and winning, will never be fresh. And here’s the kicker…will you ever wear this? The answer is no. Put it down. Move on.

Unless you coach the women’s Softball team at the UW there is absolutely no reason why you should ever consider buying this. The person that coached the women’s team hated the jacket enough to give it away. You don’t need it either.

If you squint hard enough it looks like a wool Members Only with a Mariners Logo on it. In theory, this is a great jacket. But take another gander at the pocket area. Yep. Someone got a little too excited while screaming “1, it’s under 1!” during the “Hat Trick” and ruined a perfectly good jacket.

Skeet. The death of 2nd hand goods.

I feel you. It does kinda look like a starter. And if you lived in Russia I’m sure you could trick all your homies. But let’s evalute this situation. One, it’s a Russian hockey jacket. “But that’s kinda cool, it’s different” you think to youself. No. You have no idea what that Soviet Missel Crisis/USSR gang bang/Communist symbol really means. You rock that shit around town and you’re liable to get slapped by this guy.

If it looks like you could be interpreted as a gang member in the Ukraine, let the jacket be.

Nope, your names not Judge James. But fuck it. That little Moose logo is killing the embroidered horse riding midget any day. Now turn the jacket over.

Not only is there a big woven depiction of a grazing moose about to get sniped in the woods…it’s an International Moose! Rare find indeed my friend. You rationalize the killing of an innocent animal “hunting isn’t a sport…it’s a lifestyle!” Charlton Heston would be proud. But take away the blood in your boner and what do you have? A jacket that is going to sit in the closet. After you wear it to the hipster dive bar, desperately fishing for compliments, you’re never going to touch it again. It’s close, I agree. But worth $6.99? Don’t do it.

This artwork is awesome. That is the reason why I am posting this. Makes me want to get on my photoshop game. Not sure about the mixtape, because it dropped like 5 minutes ago. Currensy has been growing on me a little, but overall I never saw much in the dude. Either way here’s the link via the homie shake at 2dopeboyz.

From the sound of it, Bam and Geo destroyed this MTK beat. And Bam’s Paper Cut’s concept is ridiculous. He’s one of my favorite writers on the coast right now, and is definitely extended NW family. Support this one when it drops.

A Love Supreme 2.0 (Trailer) from DRG Films on Vimeo.

Damn. This promo video is done right! These guys are always on there pub game major. And from the look over at www.theaudacityofdope.com the homie Hyphen is narrating this? Fresh.

One of the best grimy rappers to ever do it. Got to see him live at the Highline Ballroom and he murdered it. I grew up on Boot Camp.

With the iphone?! Get off me.

To play at the Triple Door, to a sold out crowd was definitely a grown man bucket list check off. I hope they post the next part of the interview and the other two performances. But for now, here’s this…

Kinda…But it’s colder then a

Alright, that didn’t turn out as clever as it looked in my head. And no, that is not my toe. But I am out in New York staying at Saba’s place in the Financial District along with Geo and Ryan. Unfortunately, I left my ID in the town, barely made it on the plane and now I’m stuck going to all ages raves in the daytime (which are awesome).

New York is a beautiful shade of freezing. Every pigment of person, varying degrees of polarized income, all sharing the same sidewalks. There’s a constant race happening here, and everyone is out to defeat a different obstacle; Catching a train, making a flashing crosswalks or just escaping the cold. The pulse of this city is set uncomfortably high compared to my West Coast strut. On the West Coast I walk, here I maneuver. But, like all things you get accustomed to this way of life.

Outside my obsession with purchasing fake jesus chains on Canal Street, the excitement of this city isn’t the same as I remember it 10 years ago when I was living in Brooklyn for the summer. Obviously a lot has changed in my life since I was 17, so I can’t attribute all the lost luster to New York. The perfect setting was a staircase, a deuce deuce and a homie that could beat box. The backdrop of those teenage moments being Brooklyn, I easily had one of the best summers of my life (and the alcoholism starting winning).

Although the magnetic pull that propelled me to spend my days walking from borough to borough has faded, this place is still unique to anywhere I’ve been in the world. The networking you can do in a matter of days in NY is more then months in Seattle. Everyone is constantly checking each other out, sizing each other up and determining if they’re someone to know, cool guy or tell there friends about. There’s a nauseous inspiration that comes from realizing what is to gain, and how far away you are from it. It makes home feel so small. It is. Sometimes it takes leaving to remember that.

Took some pictures of Sir Thomas Gray the other day. Here’s one of them, with the Photoshopped assistance of my friend Jkoe photo. Peep game http://www.jkoephoto.com/. He took all the VS. pictures for our EP, assisted Ryan on “Fake Empire” and is a creative beast.

G-Dough’s back yo! I actually never knew G-Dough left. Better yet who G-Dough was. But I’m assuming G-Dough is the homie Ryan Grant. He is an infamous town character and the only person I know whose eyes get redder then mine when he smokes pot. Along for the voyage he brought the one and only Hella Maze (best rap name in the city, hands down). This video kind of hurts my eyes in the same way that it is awesome. Shout out to both these gentlemen along with JR over at Winners Circle for getting me hip to all that is G-Dough.