I remember when I was doing the online radio thing and I interviewed Mint Condition @ the Helix.
These bammas had some FINE groupies, older late 30 early 40s and these chicks just were staked out at the hotel awaiting them...Salli Richardson lookin broads with nuttin else to do but post up dress to the nines in evening wear @ 2pm on a Sat.
That is supposedly where the "press" awaits.
The press was basically me and some other bamma from some type of online neosoul type shit s and this blog bamma who was maaaad gay (not that their is anything wrong with that).
I rapped to the bass player and the keyboard player. They was cool and bought me a couple of rounds after the interview.
Now in the interview dude was talking about the importance of family and incorporating that into music and black radio going bad and all that. I respect all that, but at the bar dude kept it more trill.He was like "Ok pretty soon these chicks are going to start making their intentions known."
Slim was right! They just slowly but surely started coming towards the bar.
So it just me and the 2 dudes at the bar some random white folks that prolly was staying in the hotel and about 2 groups of 3 females .The lead singer was taking interviews from magazines in another room.He had groupies too, the best groupies actually.
So the first chic comes to ME and said something about the upcoming concert that night and was telling ME about all her favorite Mint Conditions songs and that songs mean so much to her. I looked at dude and he looked like "Play ball, nigga"
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She was bad as shit, like bad enough to make a dude muster up some courage before he holla. I'm not really a trigger shy dude, but I was damn near overwhelmed initailly. This older brawd was ji forward and plus she think I'm the tambourine shaker and stage smoke technician for Mint Condition.
I going along with the lie like its nothing."Yeah San Antonio was great, the ppl really vibed well, our songs really touch the spirit yada yada yada". Actually, as I read between the line this brawd actually just wanted tickets to the show and I think she was willing to toss them Class of 86 legs in the air to get them.Shid, we was RIGHT in the hotel anyway.Of course, I aint have no room nor was about to pay for one.
As her friends are entertaining the other 2 dudes that actually play for the group a manager type comes in and hollar @ the 2 dudes.The dudes closed out their tabs and asktheir girls go with them. My girl lookin like "Why aint nobody hollar'n at u nigga?" Then her girls speak to her and pull her with them and then like whisper in her ear as their walking off away from me. Then I hear and "OOOHHHHHH OK" from the girl I was talking to to as they all like glance in my direction as they walk off.
"Bartender! Lemme get a double!" I posted for about an hour hoping for some overflow spillage but no dice.
These bammas had some FINE groupies, older late 30 early 40s and these chicks just were staked out at the hotel awaiting them...Salli Richardson lookin broads with nuttin else to do but post up dress to the nines in evening wear @ 2pm on a Sat.
That is supposedly where the "press" awaits.
The press was basically me and some other bamma from some type of online neosoul type shit s and this blog bamma who was maaaad gay (not that their is anything wrong with that).
I rapped to the bass player and the keyboard player. They was cool and bought me a couple of rounds after the interview.
Now in the interview dude was talking about the importance of family and incorporating that into music and black radio going bad and all that. I respect all that, but at the bar dude kept it more trill.He was like "Ok pretty soon these chicks are going to start making their intentions known."
Slim was right! They just slowly but surely started coming towards the bar.
So it just me and the 2 dudes at the bar some random white folks that prolly was staying in the hotel and about 2 groups of 3 females .The lead singer was taking interviews from magazines in another room.He had groupies too, the best groupies actually.
So the first chic comes to ME and said something about the upcoming concert that night and was telling ME about all her favorite Mint Conditions songs and that songs mean so much to her. I looked at dude and he looked like "Play ball, nigga"
.She was bad as shit, like bad enough to make a dude muster up some courage before he holla. I'm not really a trigger shy dude, but I was damn near overwhelmed initailly. This older brawd was ji forward and plus she think I'm the tambourine shaker and stage smoke technician for Mint Condition.
I going along with the lie like its nothing."Yeah San Antonio was great, the ppl really vibed well, our songs really touch the spirit yada yada yada". Actually, as I read between the line this brawd actually just wanted tickets to the show and I think she was willing to toss them Class of 86 legs in the air to get them.Shid, we was RIGHT in the hotel anyway.Of course, I aint have no room nor was about to pay for one.
As her friends are entertaining the other 2 dudes that actually play for the group a manager type comes in and hollar @ the 2 dudes.The dudes closed out their tabs and asktheir girls go with them. My girl lookin like "Why aint nobody hollar'n at u nigga?" Then her girls speak to her and pull her with them and then like whisper in her ear as their walking off away from me. Then I hear and "OOOHHHHHH OK" from the girl I was talking to to as they all like glance in my direction as they walk off.
"Bartender! Lemme get a double!" I posted for about an hour hoping for some overflow spillage but no dice.
