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The last few days have been a whirlwind. Here is a brief recap.

Sunday night DJ Bonics, DJ McFly and DJ Nugget spun at Cheerleaders Strip Club Sunday night. We had an amazing time listening to the best music I have heard in a strip club in a long time all while the girls shook their money makers for us. (Sorry no pics but u know how strip clubs are)

Blast DJ, DJ Bonics was named to the Violator Family of DJ’s congratulations to him.

Today Blast and Ink Division printing are dropping our tribute to the greatest city in the world Pittsburgh with the “City of Champyinz” the shirts will be available for the modest price of $10 online and in our store. They are literally rolling off of the press as I speak. Look for pictures later today.

If you have ever met Brick Diggler from Timebomb you know one thing for sure.  This guy is a LEGEND.  He is instantaneously the most memorable and one of the most solid dudes you will ever meet.  He’ll remember twenty customers names while talking to a hip-hop legend on the phone like they have known each other for 20 years… because Brick has known the dude for 20 years.  He’s just that dude.

I got a phone call from KT who works for Brick about two weeks ago asking if we wanted to be a part of the Timebomb Summer Cook Out Series Launch.

She immediately followed with “I figure you be down so, I already put you on the flyer.”

“Cool.  What do you need?”

It looked like rain in the morning and the weather guy said it was gonna be bad.  Weathermen are only right half time. (its gotta be an easy job) It was gorgeous all day long.  All kinds of heads came through.  BZE shot a rap video.  The whole block was bumping and Brick well he did what he does best he was Brick.  He grilled he made his appearance in the video with his chef’s hat on.  Heads Just got down. Big Sean from Kanye’s Label came through.  Mac Miller,  My man Dos Noun,  Nuke Knocka and a grip of others.

I wish I photos but, I had a huge phone malfunction that put a stop to that.(Don’t buy HTC phones)

We wrapped everything up around 8 and everyone was off to see Pete Rock right down the street.

Sunday was Father’s Day.  It was also Go Skateboarding day and the day Blast brought a small army of white rappers (or whappers as Bobby likes to call them) to the HKAN.  Educated Consumers, Doom Fist, Joe Boots, Basick Sickness all got down.  We drank, they rapped, they drank, they rapped some more, we drank some more, my photos suck.  Keeping with the on running theme of the weekend we partied the whole time we were at the venue Dos Noun the only sober one to witness some of the debacle called me the next morning laughing and then hung up.  It was like that.  Joe Boots Remixed Rancid songs into hip-hop tracks reworking lyrics and everything as his punk rock alter-ego Maxwell Murder. Basick Sickness not only put most of this together but, killed his set and he had to work in the morning.  Dos Noun freestyled 75% of his set and laughed in embarrassment for his friends turned drunken savages.  Dez and the guys from Doom Fist played “Rachel Profiling”  the place went bonkers.

Not bad for a Sunday night.

Peep the Rachel Profiling Video…..

Timbomb presents:
The Summer Kickoff Cookout

Free Food and Giveaways From
Timebomb (G-Shock Giveaway Drawing)
BLAST

Meet and Greet 5pm-7pm with
BIG SEAN
(Kayne West’s G.O.O.D. Music)
Mac Miller
Yung Scolla

DJ Bi Phil 1-3pm
Dan Dabber 3-5pm
Hank D 5-7pm

200 S. Highland Ave

Pgh, Pa 15206

412 661 2233

BLASTFOME.COM Presents:

Dezmatic
(http://www.myspace.com/dezfukinmatic)

Dos Noun
(http://www.myspace.com/dosnoun

Dood Computer
(http://www.myspace.com/doodcomputer)

Basick Sickness
(http://www.basicksickness.com)

Max Murder
(http://josephboots.blogspot.com)

Poorly Drawn People
(http://www.myspace.com/poorlydrawnpeople)

Stillborn Identity
(http://www.myspace.com/stillbornidentity)

7 P.M.
Sunday June 21, 2009

HKAN
2210 East Carson St.
Pittsburgh, Pa
15203

http://www.blastfome.com
http://www.myspace.com/412hiphop

A few days ago we got propaganda from St. Mathew’s Churches in Tulsa, OK.  There was an envelope full of stuff, the coolest part of which was this prayer postcard.  From what I can gather you write down what you want to have people pray for and they pray for it.  We were especially intrigued by the “list of other needs” section so we Bobby and I decided to see just how generous God would be, so far he hasn’t came through on anything including the free cross.  I am hoping we get the seven mountain lions.

….. I am exhausted.  Check out some photos from this weekend.

DJKaraZmatiK & Ivory T.H.H from WPTS Hip-Hop Meltdown.  Listen to these cats 7-9 Friday nights on 92.1FM and wpts.org

Listening to myself talk photo by Bobby Buckets.

The Pens won the cup.  These people drank their faces-off (pun fully intended)

The Wailers played the Three Rivers Arts Festival.

Tent city at the Arts Festival. I bought a dope photo of an Octopus for the bathroom at my house.

A-ron, Funa, Jamie, Rach and DJ McFly at the Wailers.  You can smuggle a lot of vodka in those lemonade cups.

The Arst Festival lighting up.

The parade for the Pens.  This is what winning looks like in the City of Champions.

I have been racing cars for as long as I have had a driver license. To be completely honest I probably should have had a license for some period in my late teens and early twenties and somehow I still have one now. Either way the little beauty below is BLAST’s  Gymkhana Car. (Simply put gymkhana is derived from an India word that was used to describe a type of horse racing through barrels and obstacles but, with the emphasis on style first and time second.) Without getting into too many specs the car is a 1995 Nissan 200sx SE-R, Seam welded with an almost fully adjustable suspension.   We are still in the process of shaking it down and tuning it in so look for action photos and video this summer.

(editor note: We are well aware that gymkhana cars in general are rear wheel drive or all wheel drive cars but, saying we built this to terrorize hill billies and cheat death on country back roads doesn’t sound as good)

By Dos Noun

One of the best aspects of being a consequential indie ground rap god such as myself is the variety of drugs I get to do in the course of my swashbuckling, globetrotting, adventures. I’ve smoked yakuza grown trees with furtive promoters in tokyo while neon buzzed all around our balcony perch. I’ve gobbled shrooms in amsterdam more times than my addled brain will ever remember. I’ve smoked hash in the free city of christinia in copenhagen where the drug dealers have their own police force.  I don’t drink. I don’t smoke cigarettes. And since I met my girl, my formerly prodigious whoring is off the menu. But give me a chance to consume a psychoactive substance and I will leap to it with the vigor which has made me that dude for so many years. Such was the precise situation in the french city of St. Etienne, nestled in the Rhone valley at the foot of France’s Alps.

I had just finished murdering a show with my close associate iCON the Mic King. We had em going something fucking momentous. iCON did his blindfolded routine and brought down the house. I notched another stripe in the belt worn by the world’s best freestyler, me. The night came to a close and we found ourselves in a shuttered bar with a few newly made friends and some shot glasses. The bar owner, who was rocking a “5 Elements Krs One” shirt asked us if we wanted to try the “local specialty”. We did and he rummaged in the shadows under the bar until he pulled up a large clear glass jug and slapped it on thw wooden bar. The jug was filled with clear liquid and a dead viper whose red eyes shone even in the darkness of the 4am room. This was “Viperene”, a local liquor made by drowning a viper in grain alcohol. As the viper drowned it would lunge and try to attack its assailant through the bottle, deploying every ounce of its deadly venom before it succumbed. The viper would then cure for a while and the venom would absorb into the alcohol making an aesthetically imposing and psychoactive concoction. There is video of us drinking the actual brew so I’ll let the picture do the words on that process. Suffice to say that after a second or two, the effects hit me and I felt as if I had quaffed PCP. Everything was in tight then loose undulating focus and I could read people’s thoughts. This lasted till I passed out that night with an allergy attack so bad I almost choked in my sleep. So if you’re passing through the Rhone Valley and seek and hallunicogenic treat, look no further than “Viperene” or as I call it, nectar of the demons.  Take it easy and remember you can do your best even if you aren’t me:  Dos-Noun, Pittsburgh, PA 6/7/’09

Every once in a while we get sent some new shit to check out around the office, usually its some type energy drink or flavored water, Stuart from Killzone Records sent over the debut album from POWERDRIVE called FREEDOM OF SPEECH (available on itunes now).

I check out the cover art like the packaging on one of those cans of energy drink,  crazy skull on the front I already like where this is going.    I read through the track listing like the ingredients on the back of that can of all natural cola.  Final Chapter, Laid to Rest…. Self Determination….track 7 BLAST!  These guys are talking my langauge.  I sync the whole thing to my ipod smoke a L and go for a ride.

I am driving down the road.  Powerdrive is on the ipod.  My foot edges towards the floor in my very stock very daily driven Honda Accord this is not the car to have a lead foot in but, I just can’t help myself.  This album rips.  I push my foot to the floor.  The sixteen year old daredevil in me is proud.  Lets see if thing thing can do triple digits.  Fuck it we’ll live.  I know it sounds corny as shit.  Seriously this album makes me wanna jump off of shit in that I don’t know what the fuck I am doing but, I am invicible kind of way.  It’s the kind of album that you drink a fifth of jack and jump 4×4 trucks in the woods while your boys sits in the bed screaming the lyrics to Dead Silence over the boom box speakers.

For best results I recommend that you mix this album with a field party, bonfire, four kegs of Natty Ice (stash the O.E. Forties in the cab of your boy’s pick-up for yourselves), 20 of the craziest fucks you know and four Very Lifted 4×4 trucks.