the hip hop funk groove that is JustiFi has been getting it done of late, grabbing some legit marquee time at some of the headiest of venues.
first, our heroes were jammin' with the sinners up in reno...
next up for the crew is a date at Blake's in Berkeley on saturday, june 4th. go check 'em out if you can.
the Kingdom of Bojon was stoked to catch word that cousin mikey maverick helped lead his fort lauderdale high school volleyball team (Cardinal Gibbons) to the Florida state title this past weekend.
this young gun has the Bojon in his blood and is well on his way to being a card-carrying conniver.
check out the shot that ran in the Miami Herald of our boy being carried off the court after his team secured the title...
and then to top it off, agent maverick brought home the MVP trophy from the league all-star game. read all about it.
nice work, brotherman. keep up the stellar work!
san francisco's bay to breakers captures all that's grand about the city, from diabolical ingenuity to extreme tolerance, from systematic tomfoolery to extreme nakedness.
that's why 65,000+ people participate in this 7.5 mile bojaunt across town, and that's why the kenyans who win the "race" in about 34 minutes are a mere footnote to the keg-filled floats that cover the distance in about 3 hours and 34 minutes.
however, this year's best of show had to go to Michael Jackson and his Neverland Child Care Center. this float consisted of a rolling bed with a spooky King of Pop sporting a white surgical mask and brandishing a black parasol. and, of course, plenty of Jesus Juice to go around.
here are a bunch of other shots from the festivities:
a few of us actually ran the race this year...
friends of Bojon have a charitable organization called Muffy's Fund, and Muffy's Run is the charity's flagship event to raise money to help elementary and middle school educators working with children in traditionally underserved communities in the Bay Area.
Muffy's Run also honors the memory of Alexandra "Muffy" Husband, a bubbly and enthusiastic third-grader who used to run like the wind until her life was cut short by a car accident in 1981.
Muffy's Run is a 5K race/fun run (open to all) that will be held in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco on Thursday evening, May 19th.
proceeds from this year's run will go to the KIPP Bayview Academy, a college prep middle school in Bayview Hunters Point. The mission of KIPP Bayview Academy is to develop in the students of Southeastern San Francisco the knowledge, critical thinking skills and character traits needed to succeed in top quality high schools and colleges, and to lead deliberate and productive lives.
if you can find the time, please consider getting in on this great cause. here is all the info:
Thursday, May 19. 2005, starting at 6:30pm.
Online registration is at Active.com. $30 gets you a great t-shirt, free beer and pizza at the post-race party at the Sports Basement in the Presidio, and the thrill of having a hundred-plus appreciative KIPP students cheering you to the finish! You can also register the day of the event at the starting line ($35).
please visit MuffysRun.org for more information about the race and to find out more about the Muffy Fund and to read about Muffy herself.
hope to see you out there on race day!
having a strong wingman for jazz fest set-up is KEY.
and so i was flummoxed when i charged jah rasta's room saturday morning only to have him peer up from his pillow and rasp: "just go ahead without me."
did robin ever say to batman: bro, you're on your own for this one...
and a good thing too 'cause it was raining. hard. monsoon-style.
agent kevlar and the artiste joined us at the fairground gates. and we braved the elements.
the gates finally opened and we scored our spot.
but the rain kept coming.
and as the saying goes: if you can see a patch of blue sky the size of a dutchman's pants, it's going to clear.
and it did... game on!
johnny sketch and the dirty notes...
we had to scoot before the sunday shows, and so there you have it. beer, wine, tequilla... this jazz fest had it all!
good for the soul, my friends.
yes, good for the soul...
oh yeah, by now the groove was steady, and we were deep into the schiznit...
the two hours of actual shut eye wasn't much. but it was key.
friday morning was pristine as we stalked the fairgrounds bright and early. the half hour before the gates open is surely the quietest part of the day.
on this day, jah rasta and mookie chilled with me before the mayhem ensued. we were particularly amused by a certain vendor who was pushing fest koozies.
"how ya gonna clap?" the vendor belted out every few minutes.
shit bro, perhaps put our beers down for a second.
ok, 3 koozies then.
but alas, the gates opened, and we were off.
some minor tweaks in our positioning, and we were styled for the day.
or it could have been any other tune because the whole show ripped.
the night was a blur as a fresh wave of cohorts rolled in to stir the pot.
oh so nice to get back to the bayou for this year's jazz fest. after last year's wash out, there was a lot of pent up demand for this go 'round, and the fest delivered in spades.
our advance crew struck down wednesday night with the loose plan of grabbing a mellow dinner and catching a full night's sleep.
and, well, we got neither.
but no matter, the enthusiasm of being back at the fest was all we needed.
we hit the fairgrounds early and set up camp in traditional fashion.
late night kept us in the quarter as we took in karl denson at the house of blues for the 3am show.
nah man, the dude explained, the PA system broke about 20 mintues ago, and so the band couldn't play any longer.
ah ha, good point, we conceded. and so back to the krystal we went...