Since I lost my job as a sysadmin, I've found myself doing odd things to make ends meet. The oddest being the management of a Hip Hop clothing store. Most of which being crap I pick up in Manhattan from bootleggers and haul back to Pittsburgh where it can be sold for a tidy profit. Its very strange, I've become quite familiar with hip hop fashon, something I never would have given a second thought, being the counter-cultural punk-assed bitch that I am. But I seem to have adapted well to it. Most annoying thing being, I have this tendency to pick up the accents of people I talk to alot. So, I'm starting to sound more and more like I belong here. Which does certainly help, and I'm strangely comfortable with it, but its still a bit odd cause you wouldn't think it of me if you know me IRL. But its just a different part of the same underground, in many ways. With little amusing cultural differences like blunts over bowls, which has been cause for much entertaining cultural exchanging.
So I'm in on this fine holiday for the entirely appropriate reason of catching some last minute shoppers looking for bootlegged Steeler jerseys. Its the coldest day of the year, unsuprisingly, but I have a nice DJ set of Shpongle with Infected Mushroom to keep me warm. I normally play a mix of Thievery Corporation, Massave Attack, Soul Coughing, Red Snapper, Jedi Mind Tricks, Kool Keith, Morcheeba, Bonobo, and some other bits with the right flava to keep the heads bobbin but not annoy me with the triteness of most radio hiphop, but today there will be Trance. Oh yes. One of the first things I did on getting this store was wire up the sound system with a PC on DSL with SoulSeek. I've gotta have my priorities, after all. |
