It’s Holly

so, my boy aaron from dujeous performed at the ucla jazz reggae fest this weekend. he tried to hook me up with a pass, but l.a. traffic prevented me from arriving early enough to meet up with him before his set. so sad. so, i just got a regular ticket and haejin and i were on our way to a ridiculous day of hot music, jamaican food and uv rays.

i don’t know why it didn’t occur to me to pull out my camera and take pictures of the one guy i actually know performing. sigh. but i didn’t.

so second up was soulive.

i have to admit, i never really REALLY listened to them before. i have a few tracks here and there. they’re great live.

next up, j*davey. i love them. love them. one of my favorite groups right now - period - which is saying a lot, because i got a lot of music. a LOT.

sometimes i think she need to eat a sandwich. hot, nonetheless.

then, as the bigger acts were coming out, it started to get crowded

next were les nubians. i always rock them in the office. proof once again, music is universal. no one ever thinks “is that french?!” or “wtf are they saying?!” who cares. it’s beautiful.

next… they call him lupe, he’ll be your new day. you wanna smell like him, you want his bouquet.

i was waitin’ for bullets to fly by like the matrix after this move.

and, finally. if i could have a future baby momma, it would be her. if there were a lifetime movie about my life, she would play me. jilly from philly.

after all was said and done, i found that black people, too, can become sunburned.