First - that Joaquin stunt in Miami has been all over the various twitterscapes and interblogz and it seems that it wasn't even a good act... like people there said he used the crowd to hide the fact that he really wasn't doing anything (just kind of trying to make it look like something was going on)... and on top of that, the person he was supposedly going after was a girl - which unless it was some sick homage to Chris Brown means that the dude might actually be psycho, except I forgot, he's full of shit and it's all a lame act anyway. The schtick is already old. Do. Not. Want. Unfunny. Now.
It might have actually been a hilarious spoof documentary that Casey AFLAC is filming, but this whole idea to make it this public ongoing spectacle ruined it. Ruiners.
So back to the point of the post:
Eli Paperboy Reed and the True Loves ROCKED it hard last night. I am gonna see these guys every time they [bling bling] come around my city. Holy shit. Who would have thought the white(st) side of Boston, MA would have been the breeding ground for the next dope REAL R&B singer. Boy got pipes. And the band is the truth too.
Look him up on the myspace or the seeqpod or buy buy buy - BULL MARKET!!! - via your itunes or whatever.
I forgot my handy dandy flip cam, which is really your loss, because the video would have been luscious and plump. So I took a couple o' pics. Wack substitute but meh. Look how they all blur together....trippy, dude.
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