Today is the ten year anniversary of two of the last decade’s top ten rap records (number one, and number eight or nine, respectively). This date marked the beginning of the end for New York’s hold on musical relevancy that expired around the time Trap Muzik came out, and has not experienced a resurgence since. And probably never will. (Disclaimer to casual readers: Quarter snacks does not acknowledge modern genres of music outside of rap, so MGMT, Animal Collective, and other Brooklyn bands do not have any effect on the city’s musical relevancy.)
In the midst of all the Banks-being-closed-for-four-years talk, the dream topic of the Little Banks’ reinstatement is something that should be addressed. If you have any ideas as to how to convince the idiots in the public works department who prefer overgrown weeds, homeless people and heroin needles over skateboarders that a revival would be a good look, please share your ideas here.
Anthony Pappalardo is like the Stephan Marbury of skateboarding. He’s somehow Converse’s star player, but literally doesn’t do anything. I know that half of Long Island will be out for blood upon reading that, but after about a decade, old video parts don’t really subsidize a lack of heart when the rest of the team is out there on the court killing it every night. Someone give Sammy Baca a shoe, he actually skates.
So much for the Parks Department’s age-old excuse of kicking us out because we’re “damaging the property.” Last time I checked, snow doesn’t experience “property damage.” But they seem to feel otherwise. At least we’re not the only ones suffering at the hands of discrimination.
Still pretty much the best European on a skateboard after all these years.
Quote of the Week: “He has yellow fever. I don’t like niggas who got yellow fever.” – B.B. the Boss
