Day 15: August 8, 2007

Immigration agent # 1: "You don't have to go home, but you have to get the..."
Customs agent # 2: "watch your mouth"
Immigration agent # 1: "You need to leave, or lef from yah so, however you want to say it."

I left London yesterday and finally arrived at my last destination: Toronto. My flight got in around 2 in the afternoon, I had an overnight layover, and I leave today at 9:35 A.M. So you know what that means:
"Ladies and Gentleman, appearing for one night only, downtown Toronto, after the Blue Jays game, it is my pleasure to introduce to you tonight, a man who needs an introduction, because no one knows who he is yet, but you will remember his name after tonight, live from Miami, Jamaica, Mr. 'Yes Baby Luv, this is how we get down,' without further adieu, I bring to you, the bashment sound ambassador, Coppa Stone...(insert one and two claps here, because we no business, we play all venues and hole in the walls, how you mean, holla back breddren)

The sky was overcast when I got in, and by the time I took the subway downtown, it started to rain...I was starving, dead fi hungry, jet lagged, so I got a hot dog from one a dem man on the road, maybe I was just hungry, but it was the best hot dog H-ever with a capital H. There was a Blue Jays baseball game that just finished, so there were a lot of people, and I tried to do some promoting, but I was dead tired from the trip, and ended up defending some food at an Italian restaurant/bar close to the CN Tower, couple blocks down from Front St. and University Ave., by Union Station, somewhere around there...the pasta was wicked...too bad I can't remember the name of the place.
I originally planned to check out University of Toronto and maybe York University, but yo, I wasn't tired, I was ti-yad, bad, I was exhausted, so yeah, after taking a walk to the bottom of the CN Tower, talking to a few people, filming a few shots for my music video project, me and my hotel bed had an appointment that no one could break...
Like Harry Belafonte, I was sad to say, I'm on my way, won't be back for many a day, because like Biggie, I'm going, going, back, back, to Miami, mami...

FIN

Day 14: August 7, 2007 (Part 3)

Similes and Metaphors:
Like Cutty Ranks, Saturday night cyaan dun...I had to post it in two parts, now part III:

Aside from the late night London brawling, I also got to experience the other side of the city as well...yesterday I went to the University of the Arts by the Bond Street tube station, and met two dreads, one was a lady who worked security there, and a yout, I never got their names, but I reasoned with them for a little bit, and they recommended some spots in Brixton to check out, but unfortunately, I was leaving the next day, but such is life....nevertheless, respect due to those two for the advice...I left them with two CDs, left some flyers in the main lobby and student area, and continued on.

I also checked out Parliament, Big Ben, Westminster, you know the usual, then took a walk along the River Thames, saw some local classical musicians, jazz as well, there were a lot of street performers; everything from xylophones, to mimes, to classical jazz ensembles, etc. I also came across a skating park, with walls upon walls to "post your complaints at." One time for all the graffiti artists out there, I actually ended up talking to this one guy from Poland who was posting his own complaints, he told me about his crew back home and their music, like Johnny Appleseed, I left him with a CD, and kept moving.

Afterwards, I ended up by the Tate Modern Museum, I felt like I was in the Woody Allen flick, Match Point, crossed the bridge to St. Paul’s Cathedral...the sky was completely clear, no clouds, like Ice Cube said, "today was a good day."

In addition to the Thames, I also went to Piccadilly Circus, Oxford Circus, Trafalgar Square, filmed some footage for a music video to one of the tracks from the album, in fact, in each city, Paris, Amsterdam, and London, I got some footage for that project, so yo, well excited about that, but London, it's about that time, like they say, whoever they may be, all good things must come to an end...live from London, Jamaica, next stop Toronto, my flight leaves today at 11.

Bless up.