I’ve been looking for this clip for 16 years. Maybe longer. Shout out to my girl Taylor for bringing this to the forefront of my mind again after more than a decade. I’m officially old now – 24 isn’t a joke. Whatever. I always felt just like this soulful owl growing up in my household. Watch this, it’ll bring all the emotions out. You’ll smile in the end.

Keep your head up, people. You can prove those doubters wrong in the end. Don’t conform, and compromise only if need be.

Right around when I started going to college, I heard of the infamous sneaker collector / fashionisto (as far as this Hypebeast culture is concerned) Dizzy, or Josh as I know him. I remember his MySpace celebrity status was at 100 trillion; flicks of shoeboxes stacked to the ceiling and rare, impossible-to-find gear that people who didn’t know much about streetwear but were always somewhat intrigued by the lifestyle would drool over (like me, I guess). I don’t know much about those shoe collector forums, but I feel like he was probably some kind of legend in those back when they thrived.

The most important thing I learned about Dizzy just from e-stalking / watching from afar was his constant hustling. He was always flipping the gear he got – he’d buy some fly ass kicks or some raw denim jeans and take some pictures to post on the internet. After he had people talking about the stuff,  he’d sell it for more than he got it for. A lot more. I realized right then and there that he didn’t really give a hoot about the stuff. It was a business, and he was catering to those who would give away their first-born for some kicks or a 1-of-1 tee that was only released in the South of France. There was a huge market for this, and from University of Delaware (his alma mater. Sidenote: this guy can hoop. He may not have height, but he’s got heart. That’s a whole ‘nother conversation, though.) or his Silver Spring abode, he could supply the nation. The power of the internet.

That’s how I heard about the guy – from the internet. But he also had space for a small sneaker consignment store within the quarters of my man Vince’s barber shop, and that’s probably the first time I met him in real life. Five years later, we’re real life acquaintances. Contemporaries, if you will. When I was driving around DC with Josh and we ran into J. Cole walking into Ooh’s and Aah’s, me and Josh went to chop it up and eat with them. I’m sure Josh hasn’t doubted me since then.

It’s cool to see the progress he’s made since we became cool. He’s relocated to Philly since graduating from school came out to support at Child’s Play last week, as well as my birthday party this past Saturday. I recently came across this smooth, documentary-style video on him speaking about style, which is all this post was supposed to consist of before I started typing like a madman. Check it out below.

Also, he was featured in Madbury Club. Check that feature out here. Shout out to Phil and Ellington for that site, by the way. Trill $#!t.

Damn. I don’t remember who showed me this, but I do remember that it’s the most ridiculous incident I’ve seen in recent months. I thought her face was as good as gone. It looked like it exploded. She’s a G though; I’m pretty sure I would have cried. Listen to how her teammate tells her to keep going, like a watermelon didn’t just splatter on her face at full force. My lord.

RIP to the King of Pop. In honor of his birthday today, I’ve decided to post one of my all-time favorite movies, Moonwalker.

I kid you not. The entire joint is in DCtoBC’s patented HD (hella dope) quality. You know you’ve been looking for this for a few years.

If you haven’t seen this joint, then clear your schedule and watch it immediately. The film includes everything from the live concert scenes to the part where he runs away from the crazy fans and battles the rabbit to the actual movie. A classic. I invite you to relive your childhood here for the next 88 minutes. Spread the word, please.

DOWNLOAD: Michael Jackson – Moonwalker [HD Quality]

I wish I knew more. Ridiculous, right? Right. Did I act like there hasn’t been a tomfoolery post in over 8 months? I did. Just work with me here. We’re baaaaaack…new bloggers, too. Just be on the look out for ‘em.

Re-up because it’s hilarious, and you guys need some f*cking laughter in your life. Trust me, it’s utterly ridiculous, and I felt borderline uncomfortable because I felt like little man was gonna say something to make things racial. I’m just saying though.

“NO! I keep losing at deals, and I DON’T WANNA MAKE A DEAL ANYMORE!”

There are actually five or six quotables, but I’d rather you all hit the comment section with them. LOLOLOLOLOL. boris i love you!

Do you like Daft Punk? Do you have an hour of free time on your hands? Do you want to see the type of musical movie that every great musical group should try and make at some point in their career, using only their work to narrate an entire film?

If you’ve answered yes to all three of these questions, then the next power move is to press play on the bad boy below. Essentially, it’s an animated film using only Daft Punk songs to narrate the entire thing. It’s incredible how many emotions are conveyed with songs, and this is some pretty trill evidence that proves the statement in the first clause of this sentence to be correct.

Fast forward to 1 minute and 15 seconds deep, and enjoy.

If you want an HD quality version for your computer, holler at me, I’ve got it on deck.

BRO FRANKLIN IS BACK! My favorite uncle, notorious for his ability to pop and lock better than anybody on his home continent. This latest episode is him crashing an album release party at the church. He literally takes over. I don’t even think he’s supposed to be up on stage. Talk about the holy ghost.

My lord. Thanks to Eki for showing me this.

PREVIOUSLY: Bro Franklin & Namata!

If you don’t know about grime music, you’re about to be put on. Half my family lives in London, so I was put onto the early acts like So solid Crew (which are actualy more part of the garage genre, but that’s another blog post) at a young age. Now the game has evolved, and you have these guys murdering microphones with wreckless abandon.

Take the time out of your day to hear these guys spit. JME, Skepta, and Frisco. Frisco’s the weakest link (you’ll know who he is soon), but he is still doing the damn thing. If you don’t appreciate it, I don’t know what to tell you. Things should start to get crazy around 3:20, when JME starts to spit.

I’ve been posting some grime music occasionally. If you’d like, just give me some feedback, and I’ll put you on to some other stuff. I recently put up JME’s new(ish) video for “Over Me”, which is available on iTunes now. I bought it. Give me your thoughts! Can this genre make it to the US? Bonus video (it’s actually ridiculous. Skepta spits for 9 minutes straight. @DrSpaceMan put me on.) after the drop (aka press “continue reading”. ASAP.)

I’m over at my man Aris‘ crib, and he puts me onto the newest artist he’s working with, Desert Storm Ent’s Young Dose. I guess this joint came out a little while ago, but it goes pretty hard. Doesn’t hurt that Fab and Ricky Ross lend verses to the joint, either. I can see this joint being a trunk rattling anthem in muscle cars and Range Rovers in states below the Mason Dixon line. Oh, and can we bring Fab’s intro line back real quick? “I get that Rihanna money / f**k it up like Chris Brown / No Disrespect to RiRi / Not putting Chris down…”

Lord. @BoutDatMoney thinks he looks like a light-skinned version of Chamillionaire. LOL. Enjoy.

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DOWNLOAD: Dose – Where They Do That At [Remix] [feat. Rick Ross & Fabolous]