
I like rain. I have galoshes. I have a closet full of North Faces I never wear since I've moved down to LA and at the first splatter of precipitation, I whip them out, ready to brave the elements. So when they said it would rain for Hip Hop in the Park in Berkeley I wasn't too worried. (Hippies
love the rain) I dusted off the all-conditions black-and-grey Gore-Tex, threw on my Diamond galoshes, and trucked it on out there, ready to stick it out for a dope line-up. I don't know the official line-up, but I was able to catch Wonway and Bayonics, the Bayliens, a really dope female MC whose name I didn't catch, Invincible, Do D.A.T., and the headliners of the day, Bambu and Blu.
EyeASage & Irie Eyez
As we arrived, the weather was a pleasantly chill 54 or so degrees, and overcast - perfect for taking outdoor flicks. It definitely wasn't brand-new-shoe-worthy (ahem,
Bambu), but the occasional light shower didn't dampen the spirits of the audience as the shows went on.

Bam killed it as usual, lookin' fly in his Diamond Harrasment Colors crewneck and traffic cone-orange Trainers, and I always love watching him perform for HHITP because it holds a special
sentiment to us.


I was able to finally catch Blu in action, which was interesting, I must add. I interviewed Blu when I first moved to LA for my LA Music story, and found him to be so different from his audio alter ego - shy, reserved, thoughtful, and borderline space cadette. So when he walked right over to Nani, Leah and I to stand next to us and not say anything, persay, I was prepared. And blazed enough to keep it light. And though he didn't remember me (it was a phoner, after all), he was nice enough to give me a drop for GBTV.

I asked him if he was ready to perform. He replied, "Are you?"

He's so tall, I asked him "How's the weather up there?" I'm silly =P

Nice guy, he is. And Exile killed it on the MPC, to no one's surprise. As soft-spoken as Blu is in person (I had to lean in three times during our conversation to ask, "hhWHAT?") he's a natural performer, who's comfortable in front of an audience and the spaciness translates endearingly, kinda like Badu.


Afterwards we hit up the AYPAL house party and watched the fight on a projector - all 6 minutes of it. The nervousness of being 100% emotionally-invested in Pac Man gave way to exhilaration as the bout went on and, after the knock out, deeply immense pride and nationalism. He's the biggest thing in the Philippines since Catholicism, and right now, he is approaching living deity-status. And he does it for THE PEOPLE.

We're comin' for you Mayweather(s)!
** all photography by the lovely
Nina Parks