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Imaginary Set: Coachella

Oh my gosh guys I just want to boast about all the imaginary fun I had tonight at Coachella! My spirit attended in lieu of my mind and body and let me tell you all, my spirit felt and looked great, if I say so myself ..sunglasses not included in the set because I hate wearing them!

top -T by Alexander Wang

bag - Cambridge Satchel Company

necklace - Dannijo

mules - Chloe Sevigny x Opening Ceremony

fragrance - Prada Infusion D'orange

shorts - Topshop

It was amazing that the acts I was most excited to see played all my fave songs right?!

Miguel - Sure Thing

Cold War Kids - Hospital Beds

Cee Lo Green - No One's Gonna Love You

Lauryn Hill - Sweetest Thing

Robyn - Handle Me

Oh and then this is the part where KOL just ripped my heart to shreds..

they started with Soft, then they played Milk (killed me softly I tell ya), and somewhere in the set they managed to sneak in McFearless, then they closed the show with the song below which has always done really inappropriate things to my soul..

B. I. G.

I'm a little bit ashamed that my favourite song of Biggie's isn't some obscure, demo, b-side affair that only myself and the studio engineer know the real lyrics to, but I'm not cool like that so Big Poppa gets my vote for best Biggie song ever ..YAY!

R.I.P

J.Cole

I imagine going to gigs is harder for Londoners than most people in other metropoli because of London's size, we get so excited for US acts, everyone who thinks they're someone rocks up dressed to the nines, pretending not to know that the next 2hours of their lives will result in profuse sweating due to the inevitable overexertion of 'hip hop hand', therefore ruining their garms.

I had the worst experience at a Slum Village concert a year ago so I decided I'm better off enjoying hip hop through my headphones or on the dancefloor in the clurrrb, but I've been listening to J.Cole since he released The Warm Up so I made the exception and boy was he worth it!!

see below to witness 35secs of the greatness.. courtesy of @NicoleReanna

But back to the matter at hand, the feeling I get from Grown Simba is out of control, with every listen it edges ever closer to replacing Jay-Z's Can I Live on my all-time faves list!

"something like Serena mixed with Trina have you seen her?"

The Spoils Of War

I have a strange fear of Janelle Monae, I dont know why or when i developed it, but its there,

(i have the same problem with Neyo, John Legend, Chrissette Michelle and Jay Electronica ..its a trust thing, i suppose i just don't ever feel like i can trust their faces *shrug*)

whilst the others have failed to convince me to put my irrational fears of them aside, i think miss Monae has won me over!

i first heard this over on Alicia's wonder-emporium of a blog where she posted the video and a lovely abstract by The Culture Cynic herself Chomy

so you think i'm alone?

but being alone's the only way to be

when you step outside

you spend life fighting for your sanity

i kinda cried on the third listen because i appreciate the sentiment and wish my younger self could have been privy to it, because like many others i was once a follower..

There are always going to be people who coerce you into their way of thinking, and you're so busy not knowing yourself that their gripes become your gripes and their wishes become your wishes..

its easy to live life under false oppressions, battling for things you don't support and cant even identify..

if you wanna retain your sanity pause the pointless battles, retreat into your own submarine and proceed to resolve the conflicts within yourself.. before you offer yourself up as a soldier for somebody else's cause.

wearing: old stripey top; Gap / shorts; Beyond Retro / Brogues; Debenhams / old satchel and belt; Topshop

ps.i just looked this over and realised i forgot to add as per always, that you please reserve judgement on my butt and thighs.. i prefer eating peanut butter to doing squats and lunges and stuff..
thanks.
x

Le Sigh

"Can I Live"

Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia

I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure

Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily

explain why we adapt to crime

I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it

Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it

Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend

Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin

The NSX rental, don't be fooled my game is mental

We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into?

Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables

meet me by the one that starts a G up

This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up

And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas

Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live?

Can I live?

My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle

like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you

Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me

commit atrocities like we got immunity

You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods

Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease

we buy the whole car, as you should

My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE

on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient

When it boils to steam, it comes to it

we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this

True this, history school us to spend our money foolish

Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders

I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist

Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of

gettin cream let's do this, it gets tedious

So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me

stressed right? Can I live?

Can I live?

Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all

i wish life would stop trying to bitch slap me into submission

it wont succeed I'll just be a fiercer bitch.

Eazy Duz It

*cough cough*

"he was once a thug from around the way... Eazyyyy"

I'll seriously drop anyone that dares argue that EazyE was one of the biggest G's to have touched a mic
without him there would be no Tip Drills or Becky's, we'd honestly be living in a world devoid of certain mans jockin the bitches and slappin the hoes.. *shudders*

let me swig from my imaginary 40,bill up an imaginary spliff and have a real-ass moment of silence.. in my most south-central-cholo-friendly garb obviously