Yes, i am realizing that i am more than just a DJ. I will be rolling
out a few new projects. Beats Challenges, Rap Challenge, Video
Challenge and a few other items that i will keep under wraps for now.
These will begin around July 15th, 2013.
Bad times have a scientific value. These are occasions a good learner would not miss. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Looking into my new and old life has brought me to a pivotal point in my life. Challenges are a part of all of those moments. As i began to cook more and more vegetarian with vegan tendencies meals, i realize the wealth of health and knowledge i have gained. I continue to cook(vegan recipes seem to be my thing at the moment) because i love to learn and embrace the ingredients in the kitchen and see what concoctions i can imagine. I guess i get that from my father. Sometimes the weird prevail. As i continue, i will add another challenge in my life. A yoga challenge. Being that i know someone very dear to my heart(my wife) who is a certified yoga teacher, i want to expand my horizons. The key is to learn about myself. My breathing and my body. I will start these 30 days when we get back from Utah on July 9th, 2013. Updates coming soon.
I taught a class today on Djing. It is the basics of Djing. The basics to Djing includes learning how to assemble their turntables and audio equipment, learning to read the crowd, and the basics to scratching and mixing. By the end of the session, Students are able to create their own ten minute mix. There was joy, there was sweat and there was a journey. I am very proud of the students.
One of the reasons i love DJing is taking people on a journey. Tomorrow, i am teaching a DJ Class(private) in my studio. It will be fun and amazing. Pictures to come soon. If you are interested in a class, please hit me at email@example.com
Here is a little preview of what the class entails:
My friend and fellow running/hip hop connisuer put me on the J.Cole. He has the chops. He is from NC. He is new school with the fire of an 90's Jay-Z. That might be why Jay signed him. Listen to his mixtapes first, then move on to his album work. By the way, he does his own beats as well. Butter.
Well then, what a day so far. Started off with a Green Juice at 6:00am. Oddly, i can wake a little earlier than usual. I am an early riser. Then i played football for three hours in Brooklyn. A day of joy but a day of exhaustion. I did not regret it but i should have fueled myself better. Being that the temperature rose from 10am to 12pm, i was not fully prepared. I still stayed on my juice regimen, but i needed more water. I survived and trained it back to Brooklyn. What i learned today was to meditate when the exhaustion became a little too much. A took a deep breath and visualized. It was cool. I was a little loopy but once i drank some water, the loopy feeling subsided. Yeah. This may be my last day of the cleanse although i am thinking about going five days.
June 7th, 2013. Today was the first day of the Cleanse. I spoke to the wife about it but today was the day. I decided to forgo the purchase of a Juice Cleanse system and follow the DIY versions i found ont the internet. I posted a few pics on facebook. The first day was easy. I did not miss the food. The whole kind of food. I was excited to try the cleanse and the adrenaline helped me through the night. The second was a little tough. My sense of smell heightened. Everything. From meat to veggies. But the hardest part was the random tired spells and the thought of just drinking the juice.
June 8th, 2013. Second Day. Green Juice in the morning. Woke up early. But i was not hungry or starving. The thoughts began to race today but i felt great. Worked out in the morning. Went to the post office. Yelled at a few people-in a good way. Created a few mixes.
Drink of the day: Lemon, Water, Agave Sweetner, cayenne pepper. Hmmm.
In “Berries and Bulls,” a premiere by the choreographer Tiffany Mills,
one side of the stage features towers of stacked paper and books. The
dancer Jeffrey Duval, with boyish concentration — though he is well into
manhood — sits in front of them and exactingly folds a paper airplane,
pressing his index finger down hard on the surface to make perfect
creases. He reclines on his back and rests the airplane on his chest.
It’s not the smoothest of takeoffs.
Paper airplanes are a common sight throughout this hourlong
dance-theater work, seen on Friday at the Fishman Space at the Brooklyn
Academy of Music. It was preceded by a shorter piece, “The Feast (Part
1),” which featured duets in which Ms. Mills’s penchant for the push and
pull of contact improvisation was deeply felt.
Ms. Mills is a choreographer who relies on text and partnering to
explore human relationships. Along with Mr. Duval, “Berries and Bulls”
features Kevin Ho, Emily Pope-Blackman and Petra van Noort, as well as
an ensemble of 10 others, with whom Ms. Mills looks at the line between
attraction and revulsion through the contact of bodies. We don’t only
see that point being made; we also hear it, repeatedly.
“Does it matter if I touch you?” Mr. Duval asks Ms. Pope-Blackman.
“Absolutely,” she replies. “Touch always matters.”
But some scenarios in “Berries and Bulls,” which has dramaturgy by Peter
Petralia, also examine the choreographic process. When Mr. Duval and
Mr. Ho lie on their backs for an extended period, Ms. van Noort tries to
coax them up. “Come on, guys — this is supposed to be a performance and
not a sleepover,” she says. “Can we do something a little bit more
It’s a dangerous line to insert into such a tedious work, where the
subject matter, which hints at the freedom and danger of taking flight,
slips into melodrama, with couples bickering. The dancers, with thin
voices and self-conscious delivery, taunt one another with sarcasm, all
the while pulling, poking and prodding one another’s bodies. The
movement isn’t much, but it also has little chance to develop: time and
again, the chatter drowns it out.
A version of this review appeared in print on June 5, 2013, on page C2 of the New York edition with the headline: Attraction, Revulsion and Discussion.