What can I say; I fucking love Philly. And I have mad love for my comrade Therapist, that's MC Therapist. An MC he is too. Master of ceremony, moving crowds, microphone controller and a Major Commander in the struggle.
Last night was Revolutionary history in the making. First off there was a snow storm but it didn't stop not one soldier from showing up at this event traveling from New York, Dirty Jerz and as far as North Carolina. The Arts Garage wasn't packed to the rafters but the energy level was. The small crowd of I don't know maybe 100 pretty much stayed posted through every act, that's love and support.
There were a few special guests that most def held it down and the bill just came up and smashed it. Enki payed homage to his fallen comrade and called for all prisoners to keep their heads up. He then launched verbal attacks at the structure.
Enki set the tone. He left the stage ablaze, I just stepped up and poured gasoline on that. My illness was acting up, but it's hard to tell because the energy was crazy. Every cat on the bill was building with cats, yea it looked like a hip hop "Move" meeting. I dug deep and launched a couple new high tech weapons of mass destruction. I also announced my "Walk 4 Life". I will write about that.
I was about to call up my confidant when Therapist jumped on stage and took over the mic introducing first the head of the Arts Garage I believe. He proceeded to give the guest of honor a formal introduction worthy enough for a king. It was peace,,,"Please welcome to the stage, Monte Smith".
I am going to write another blog just on my conidant comrade Monte because I have to. This brother here and I have been struggling to meet on such an occasion for some time now and it couldn't have happened in a better place, Philly, with a revolutionary history I need not recount. The capital of the state that holds Mumia captive, like Monte had the crowd.
Monte stepped on the stage and waisted no time. He spoke to the crowd with high caliber intelligence which acted as lit fuses to the verbal bombs he released. He had every eye in the place locked on his every move like inferred beams. Though a street poet Monte was right at home sharing the stage with MC's and rappers. His delivery and lyrical contact actually put the Billboard Top 40 rappers to shame. All of them. Monte's passion for the struggle stirs up more emotions than any award winning film. When he speaks with the heart of real revolution, you can feel and smell fear in the room. this brotha is the real deal.
Bringing it home. I got the honor of calling my comrade Therapist to the stage, an honor for real. I brought him up the only way I felt it worthy to such a soldier. I called for raised fists from the whole house. Therapist took to the stage like a suicide bomber. He left the stage in splinters. He commanded the stage like a battle field and delivered some deadly blows.
This event was tight. I could only imagine what it could grow into if the same line up was to tour. I have been to a lot of events. I just haven't been to one with such a revolutionary over tone not since attending Monte Smiths Red Bull Poetry Slam in North Carolina a few years back. It was a dope vibe. A group of enlightened people building together seeking change. I raise my fist once again to Therapist and all the soldiers that came together to raise money for children. That's peace. "X"
Last night was Revolutionary history in the making. First off there was a snow storm but it didn't stop not one soldier from showing up at this event traveling from New York, Dirty Jerz and as far as North Carolina. The Arts Garage wasn't packed to the rafters but the energy level was. The small crowd of I don't know maybe 100 pretty much stayed posted through every act, that's love and support.
There were a few special guests that most def held it down and the bill just came up and smashed it. Enki payed homage to his fallen comrade and called for all prisoners to keep their heads up. He then launched verbal attacks at the structure.
Enki set the tone. He left the stage ablaze, I just stepped up and poured gasoline on that. My illness was acting up, but it's hard to tell because the energy was crazy. Every cat on the bill was building with cats, yea it looked like a hip hop "Move" meeting. I dug deep and launched a couple new high tech weapons of mass destruction. I also announced my "Walk 4 Life". I will write about that.
I was about to call up my confidant when Therapist jumped on stage and took over the mic introducing first the head of the Arts Garage I believe. He proceeded to give the guest of honor a formal introduction worthy enough for a king. It was peace,,,"Please welcome to the stage, Monte Smith".
I am going to write another blog just on my conidant comrade Monte because I have to. This brother here and I have been struggling to meet on such an occasion for some time now and it couldn't have happened in a better place, Philly, with a revolutionary history I need not recount. The capital of the state that holds Mumia captive, like Monte had the crowd.
Monte stepped on the stage and waisted no time. He spoke to the crowd with high caliber intelligence which acted as lit fuses to the verbal bombs he released. He had every eye in the place locked on his every move like inferred beams. Though a street poet Monte was right at home sharing the stage with MC's and rappers. His delivery and lyrical contact actually put the Billboard Top 40 rappers to shame. All of them. Monte's passion for the struggle stirs up more emotions than any award winning film. When he speaks with the heart of real revolution, you can feel and smell fear in the room. this brotha is the real deal.
Bringing it home. I got the honor of calling my comrade Therapist to the stage, an honor for real. I brought him up the only way I felt it worthy to such a soldier. I called for raised fists from the whole house. Therapist took to the stage like a suicide bomber. He left the stage in splinters. He commanded the stage like a battle field and delivered some deadly blows.
This event was tight. I could only imagine what it could grow into if the same line up was to tour. I have been to a lot of events. I just haven't been to one with such a revolutionary over tone not since attending Monte Smiths Red Bull Poetry Slam in North Carolina a few years back. It was a dope vibe. A group of enlightened people building together seeking change. I raise my fist once again to Therapist and all the soldiers that came together to raise money for children. That's peace. "X"
Coming to you, straight from the mutha fucking FRONTLINES!
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