<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124218334340105879</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:56:03.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Romeo random thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeomix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124218334340105879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeomix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DJ_Romeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15485706132094490084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124218334340105879.post-5529204995112839457</id><published>2008-01-07T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:34:13.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon gig + Underground vs. Mainstream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4IaDS829AI/AAAAAAAAABg/GQtHGjpQEIA/s1600-h/69018xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4IaDS829AI/AAAAAAAAABg/GQtHGjpQEIA/s400/69018xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152709567594296322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unfortunately I had to take my last blog down. Wildcat thought I was&lt;br /&gt;talking shit about him, when in reality it was suppose to be funny. Actually all of these blogs are suppose to have some kind of humor. On that note, from the heart, sorry Wildcat if I offended you in anyway. (You have to at least let me keep up the picture of the Wildcat, that was the funniest part! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to write a blog disclaimer for EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*anyone reading these blogs...don't be offended if any of these&lt;br /&gt;things relate to you. Its meant for humor. Anyone taking these random&lt;br /&gt;ass blogs seriously shouldn't be reading shit like this anyways. My advice would be to&lt;br /&gt;just read politically correct news like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cnn&lt;/span&gt;. As a matter of fact here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/"&gt;Www.cnn.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now that the disclaimer is out the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Oregon gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this past Thursday and Friday I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dj'ed&lt;/span&gt; a couple of parties up in Oregon. When I first booked the gig last summer, I was excited because I've never been to Oregon before. What I didn't realize was #1 the parties weren't in Oregon's major city, Portland. #2 my flight left just 1 day after new years day. And for all of those that were with me on NYE, you know we partied way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;toooooo&lt;/span&gt; hard that night. When your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homies&lt;/span&gt; check in to a random hotel at 7am new years day, you know it was a crazy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I hop on the plane feeling tired and hung over (thanks nae for the ride). My first stop Portland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I mentioned before that I'm not a tall guy. So being short, I notice things taller, buffer guys don't.  One thing I noticed is every time I sit next to a bigger guy on a plane, they always try to secretly punk me for elbow space.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4IBRC8288I/AAAAAAAAABA/fqLp23w_IsI/s1600-h/22822250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4IBRC8288I/AAAAAAAAABA/fqLp23w_IsI/s400/22822250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152682316026803138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you that fly, you know what I'm talking about. That constant struggle between you and the person sitting next to you. There's only one arm rest for two people. This pic isn't the actual guy I was sitting next to, but see the elbow (you get the point.) I was so hungover that I was determined to get my elbow on that arm rest. It took about 45 min, but I finally got my elbow on when the guy next to me lifted up his arm to yawn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;..got em! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Portland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4IIhy828-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/-zkX4SwXago/s1600-h/l_7272f5707d82ced84bd8715c603e102d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4IIhy828-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/-zkX4SwXago/s400/l_7272f5707d82ced84bd8715c603e102d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152690300371006434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the highlights of my trip was that I had a 3 hour layover in Portland. My cousins and my uncle met me at the airport. It was nice to see my not so little cousins again. They're all grown up. They brought me a Christmas present and took me to dinner. Too bad I didn't get to hang out in Portland. I wanted to at least take them shopping and buy em some kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bend, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the flight to Bend from Portland was less than 45 Min's. I knew the plane was small when I had to walk out to the runway. The last time I had to walkout on a runway was when I went from Miami to the Bahamas. But this was different, this plane was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wayyyy&lt;/span&gt; smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4IviS829CI/AAAAAAAAABw/lJWP_431Rwk/s1600-h/Piper-Pawnee-Landing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4IviS829CI/AAAAAAAAABw/lJWP_431Rwk/s320/Piper-Pawnee-Landing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152733189914424354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plane was so small I thought we were going crop dusting instead. OK, OK, maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a little over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;. By this time I was spooked, it was lightweight snowing and my dumb ass watched "La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bamba&lt;/span&gt;" a couple of days before this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4IKui828_I/AAAAAAAAABY/kOiT1xq3AbQ/s1600-h/labamba_fl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4IKui828_I/AAAAAAAAABY/kOiT1xq3AbQ/s320/labamba_fl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152692718437594098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who never seen "La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bamba&lt;/span&gt;", it's a old ass movie about the true story of Ritchie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Valens&lt;/span&gt; who dies flying in a  little ass plane that crashes in the snow. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shopping in Bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally when I go out of town, me and my friends go shopping before the show. And usually my dumb ass blows most of my gig money on clothes for the show (very bad habit). My cousins reminded me there was NO tax on anything in Oregon, so I was excited to buy some gear. Little did I know Bend was not one of those shopping cities. When it was finally warm enough to get out of my hotel room (after day 2), all the stores had NOTHING. We went to the Bend Nike Factory store and they had nothing! I couldn't believe it, they design and make Nike's in Oregon! Bend has 2 malls, if you want to call them malls. They're more like plaza's that are connected. They don't even have a Footlocker or any kind of Boutiques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Boutiques vs. Mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to gear I'm more of a boutique shopper. It's weird how hipsters hate gear once it becomes so called "mainstream".  Its like once a brand gets into a Macy's or Sheiks, most hipsters feel like it's not cool to wear it anymore. I have to admit I'm KINDA guilty of that too, only KINDA. I won't wear a brand once I see it hanging in a Sheik and SOMETIMES I'm kinda iffy about even buying hip hop gear from Macy's . Kicks are different though. I don't care where they're from. As long as they look hot and their a size 10...wrap em up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK back to hating things once it becomes so called "mainstream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this some type of unwritten rule that some underground heads follow. I NEVER understood it. It applies to a lot of things like gear, dances and music. The second underground heads see the masses doing the same thing, it becomes uncool. Especially when it comes to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: If I got $1 for every time someone told me, "I used to like the Black Eyed Peas before they got pop and got on the radio" I swear I'd have an extra $2000 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me what's wrong with being an artist and being heard nationally or worldwide? Or being an artist and having your song on the radio? Why do most underground heads look down on that? Now when I say underground heads I DON'T mean gangsta, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hyphy&lt;/span&gt;, etc &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MC's&lt;/span&gt;, because most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MC's&lt;/span&gt; like that would love to be heard on the air. I'm talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MC's&lt;/span&gt; like "MC Underground &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;JoeBlow&lt;/span&gt;" that says things like, "I keep it real. I only spit that real hip hop. I'm anti-radio. fuck that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jiggy&lt;/span&gt; shit!" Now give "MC Underground &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;JoeBlow&lt;/span&gt;" the fame and the money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt; makes. I bet you would see his/her ass on stage singing "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;FERGALICIOUS&lt;/span&gt;" in a Hollywood minute! Now if you stop liking an artist because you just don't feel their music anymore that's fine, but don't stop fuckin with them just because they got a lil fame. What are they suppose to do, stay rap'n in a little ass club just to keep your ass a fan? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4Iw8y829DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gqNmJe3_HP4/s1600-h/Fergie-Billboard-Music-Awards-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4Iw8y829DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gqNmJe3_HP4/s320/Fergie-Billboard-Music-Awards-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152734744692585522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying ALL underground heads are like this, but most of the one's I've come across have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of coming across, I'd RATHER go to an underground hip hop concert over a mainstream hip hop concert ANY DAY. The vibe is way better.  It's refreshing and it always seems there's less drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I listen to underground hip-hop? No, not really. It's not because I don't like it, because I actually like SOME of it. It's just that there's no outlet for me to hear underground. No radio, no videos, no media, etc. since most underground heads are against all that. Plus I don't like the music enough for me to hunt for it on the internet. So on that note..it's like Fat Bastard said, "It's a vicious cycle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4IfgS829BI/AAAAAAAAABo/JB_YRPc7lvk/s1600-h/fatbastard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4IfgS829BI/AAAAAAAAABo/JB_YRPc7lvk/s320/fatbastard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152715563368641554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124218334340105879-5529204995112839457?l=romeomix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeomix.blogspot.com/feeds/5529204995112839457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124218334340105879&amp;postID=5529204995112839457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124218334340105879/posts/default/5529204995112839457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124218334340105879/posts/default/5529204995112839457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeomix.blogspot.com/2008/01/oregon-gig-underground-vs-mainstream.html' title='Oregon gig + Underground vs. Mainstream'/><author><name>DJ_Romeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15485706132094490084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R4IaDS829AI/AAAAAAAAABg/GQtHGjpQEIA/s72-c/69018xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124218334340105879.post-8194688000375275221</id><published>2007-12-28T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:36:11.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's a new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R3Xo2S8284I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Vj1hqXyJefY/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R3Xo2S8284I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Vj1hqXyJefY/s400/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149277768465707906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a new year, and I figure I'd step my blog game up. My website and myspace accounts aren't real personal. Even my "personal" myspace account is well....NOT personal. so I figured if you really want to know what dumb shit I think about. You could subscribe and read it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first blog comes from reading Vibe magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always liked how they asked stupid questions in the back of the mag. That's the first thing I look at when I read all the mags at Barnes and Nobles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the image..Hopefully it get's big enough so you can view it. If not go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.romeomix.com/blog.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124218334340105879-8194688000375275221?l=romeomix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeomix.blogspot.com/feeds/8194688000375275221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124218334340105879&amp;postID=8194688000375275221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124218334340105879/posts/default/8194688000375275221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124218334340105879/posts/default/8194688000375275221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeomix.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-its-new-year.html' title='So it&apos;s a new year'/><author><name>DJ_Romeo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15485706132094490084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sq_TMHX9AVw/R3Xo2S8284I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Vj1hqXyJefY/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
