#dj wally sparks

[muznew]

Beatport Curation: Best of Bass House 2023

- Artists: Beatport DATE CREATED: 2023-12-19 GENRES: Bass House Tracklist : 1. BIJOU, Michael Sparks, Young Lyxx - Back It Up (feat. Young Lyxx)(Original Mix) 2. Basura Boyz - Waffle House(Original Mix) 3. Malaa, Lodgerz - Putaria(Original Mix) 4. Switch Disco - REACT(TCTS & Parx Remix - Extended Mix) 5. Dr. Fresch, MARTEN HØRGER - Take A Step Back(Dr. Fresch VIP) 6. Wally B, Housewife - Bey Tonight(Original Mix) 7. TS7, Karen Harding - Show You(Extended Mix) 8. OMBRO - Open The Door(Original Mix) 9. Stan Rave - In My Zone(Original Mix) 10. Mr. Oizo, Crookers - Johnny Depp(Nikki Nair & DJ ADHD Remix) 11. Four Tet, Skrillex, Fred again.. - Baby again..(Original Mix) 12. Hancock - I'll Tell You(Original Mix) 13. GENESI (ITA) - Everything You Have Done(Meduza Edit Extended) 14. Pickle - Crank That(Extended Mix) 15. Holy Goof - Set Me Free(Extended Mix) 16. Habstrakt, Roderick Porter - Outer Space(Original Mix) 17. Masteria - Rock Like This(Original Mix) 18. Read the full article

[djmusicbest]

Beatport Curation: Best of Bass House 2023

- Artists: Beatport DATE CREATED: 2023-12-19 GENRES: Bass House Tracklist : 1. BIJOU, Michael Sparks, Young Lyxx - Back It Up (feat. Young Lyxx)(Original Mix) 2. Basura Boyz - Waffle House(Original Mix) 3. Malaa, Lodgerz - Putaria(Original Mix) 4. Switch Disco - REACT(TCTS & Parx Remix - Extended Mix) 5. Dr. Fresch, MARTEN HØRGER - Take A Step Back(Dr. Fresch VIP) 6. Wally B, Housewife - Bey Tonight(Original Mix) 7. TS7, Karen Harding - Show You(Extended Mix) 8. OMBRO - Open The Door(Original Mix) 9. Stan Rave - In My Zone(Original Mix) 10. Mr. Oizo, Crookers - Johnny Depp(Nikki Nair & DJ ADHD Remix) 11. Four Tet, Skrillex, Fred again.. - Baby again..(Original Mix) 12. Hancock - I'll Tell You(Original Mix) 13. GENESI (ITA) - Everything You Have Done(Meduza Edit Extended) 14. Pickle - Crank That(Extended Mix) 15. Holy Goof - Set Me Free(Extended Mix) 16. Habstrakt, Roderick Porter - Outer Space(Original Mix) 17. Masteria - Rock Like This(Original Mix) 18. Read the full article

[kickmag]

Little Brother Is Having A Block Party With Big K.R.I.T. The Cool Kids & More

Little Brother is having a block party in their hometown of Durham, North Carolina as part of their yearlong celebration of their debut album The Listening. Group co-founders Rapper Big Pooh and Phonte kicked off the 20th-anniversary celebrations in March with a four-city tour.  Made In Durham: A Little Brother Block Party will take place on October 7th. They will perform and Big K.R.I.T., The Cool Kids and Zo! & Tall Black Guy are the supporting acts. Comedian Sam Jay will host the event and DJs Wally Sparks and DJ Hourglass will be behind the decks.  The duo released a video parody of wrestler Booker T's infamous use of the N-word use in a 1997 promo with Phonte posing as Booker and Big Pooh playing his partner Stevie Ray aka Harlem Heat. The party starts at 12 noon and performances begin at 3 PM. The location is 310 East Main St, Durham, North Carolina 27701. Tickets can be purchased here. 

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[thedjmusic]

Spotify | Electronic Rising 2022-10-21

DOWNLOAD: https://thedjmusic.com/music/spotify_electronic_rising_2022_10_210

DATA: 2022-10-23 TOTAL: 78 GENRE: House, Tech House, Afro House, Jackin House, Deep House, Soulful House, Funky House, Organic House / Downtempo, Progressive House, Nu Disco / Disco, Melodic House & Techno, Techno

Actress - Dream - Edit

Agents Of Time,Vicky Who? - Liquid Fantasy

Alice DiMar - Daybreak

Anfisa Letyago - Rosso Profondo

Aries (UA),Rafael Cerato - Spectrum - Rafael Cerato Remix

Asa 808,DAEDE - Love No Matter What

Ben Dust,Klanglos - I Lost Myself

Bicep,Clara La San - Water

BLOND:ISH - Life Is...

Bonobo - Defender

Boris Brejcha - Timelapse

Captain Mustache,Popof - Bastille

Charlotte de Witte - Apollo - Original Mix

Chloé Caillet,Mikhail Beltran - NYWTF feat. Mikhail Beltran - Edit

CINTHIE - Everything - Radio Edit

CINTHIE - Keeping Strong - Radio Edit

CIOZ - Do It the Way You Feel

Cook & Stans - Into the Fog

Daniel Levak - Thunderbird

Dave Seaman,Steve Parry,Nunchi Coup,Yulanda - Under The Scars

Diaven - Waves

Digitalism - People & Machines

Dompe - Make You Move

Dubfire - Descent

Duke Boara - Evergreen

EDX - Conundrum

Elderbrook,Tourist,Logic1000 - Howl - Logic1000 Remix

Fejká - Bloom

Fejká,Henry Green - Shades of You

Frank Sonic,Gilles Bernies - Hymna

Fred again.. - Delilah (pull me out of this)

Fred again.. - Kammy (like i do)

Fritz Kalkbrenner,Helsloot - In The Morning - Helsloot Remix - Edit

Garance,BUNN - Yellow Shadows

Giorgia Angiuli - Purple Eye

glue70 - ANGEL

IAM,Jalal Ramdani,Mavhungu - REVELATION (feat. Jalal Ramdani & Mavhungu)

Irajá,Black Box,Luc Rushmere - Cloud 9

Jan Blomqvist - Carry On

Jean-Michel Jarre - OXYMORE

Jil Tanner - Resistance

Julian Wassermann - Mike Kills Werner

Kaiserdisco - Dark Knight - Radio Edit

Lampe - Xperience

Lea Porcelain,Julien Bracht - Ohio - Julien Bracht Remix

Lonely in the Rain,Benji Lewis - Tell Me

Maksim Dark,Arturo (RU) - Overcome

Mario Ochoa - Majestic

Mark Dekoda - La Forma Más Pura

Meric - Over Me

MEUTE - Narkose

Mha Iri - You Are Mine - Original Mix

O'Flynn,Frazer Ray - Troopa

Oliver Schories - Trife

Pablo Nouvelle - Mann:Frau

Patrick Scuro,Celic,Sylvie Miles - We All Unite

Philipp Wolf - Spiral - Edit

Radio Slave,NEZ,Dixon - Wait A Minute - Dixon Extension

Rafael Cerato,Giza Djs,Kinky Sound - Neverland

Ramiro Lopez,Spartaque - Sing Another Song

Rauschhaus - Pyramid Square

Saive - Apart

Schlepp Geist - Broken Clock

Schoonebeek,Dejago,John Lenin,Jack Rush - Wanderlust - Jack Rush Remix

Shermanology - Souljack

Shinedoe - Wake Up - Original

SKALA - Shattered

Slow Nomaden - Hidden Garden

Something Good,Yotto - Rhythm (Of The Night)

Spada - Amnesia - Original Mix

Stella Bossi,Da Hool,Klaudia Gawlas - System XTC - Klaudia Gawlas Remix

Teenage Mutants,Heerhorst - Tut Ench Amour

Tim Green - Lune

Victor Ruiz - What's That Called?

Visual Impact - Known

Wally Lopez - On and On

WhoMadeWho,Rampa,Jennifer Cardini - Everyday - Jennifer Cardini Remix

Will Sparks,ShortRound,Deborah de Luca - Pills - Deborah de Luca Remix

[msrivercity]

Big K.R.I.T. - So Cool (Official Music Video)

“The Mississippi rapper announced he’d finished a new album”... read the story via Fader below:

https://www.thefader.com/2022/01/21/big-krit-returns-in-style-with-so-cool

By RAPHAEL HELFANDJanuary 21, 2022

Big K.R.I.T. has an album on the way. Since departing from Def Jam in 2016, he's released only two full-length projects: 2017's 4eva is a Mighty Long Time and 2019's K.R.I.T. Iz Here. But the long-independent Mississippi rapper shared news of a new project in a Tuesday Instagram post with the cryptic hashtag #DRDD, a possible reference to the new record's title.

"So Cool" is a new single that appears to be a sample of the forthcoming LP. In classic K.R.I.T. form, he sing-raps soulfully over a funky beat replete with pocket drumming a mellow synth, and tasteful horns.

The track is under two minutes long, but it comes with a four-minute music video set in a newsroom, where K.R.I.T., Trinidad James, and fellow MS native Akeem Ali engage in one-upmanship in a fight for the anchor seat after Atlanta radio DJ Wally Sparks tells them its theirs for the taking, as long as they "stay cool."

Source: https://www.thefader.com/2022/01/21/big-krit-returns-in-style-with-so-cool

[ms31x129]

The end is here Chapter 7! I went simple with this DJ Jackson/William was shaped by 2 couples who loved him. That’s at the heart of this incredible story, imho.  @cultureisdarkbeer @monikafilefan @today-in-fic

Chapter 1 - Courage to Jump Tumblr LINK  AO3 it is HERE.

Chapter 2: Luck of the Irish Tumblr LINK or AO3 it is HERE.

Chapter 3: Graffiti of the Heart Tumblr LINK or AO3 HERE.

Chapter 4: Leave Your Demons At The Door Tumblr LINK or AO3 HERE.

Chapter 5: Truth Is the Pain Inside Our Hearts Tumblr LINK or AO3 HERE.

Chapter 6: Final Destination Tumblr LINK or AO3 HERE. 

Chapter 7: Full Circle <<AO3 Link or if you like Tumblr you know the drill clickity-click on the Keep Reading link below. 

{Summary:

Jackson’s journey has come full circle, but what happens before it finally comes to an end?}

“Everything has a way of coming full circle. It takes patience and perseverance to see a dream through… to close that circle. Because some dreams, like some circles, can be much bigger than others.” -Karen Dale Trask

The fresh spring breeze tousled Jackson’s unruly hair. It either frizzed or flopped around his cowlick and left him consistently smoothing it down more often than not. He couldn’t help but wonder who he’d gotten that trait from: Mulder or Dana? Would he call her Dana or Mother or… Mom? Not that. He didn’t think he could ever find it in his heart to call anyone Mom again.

Jackson couldn’t help but think back to the moment he first spoke face to face with his birth mother. After hearing her heartfelt confession in the morgue, the one that made his gut tumble to his toes, he made a silent promise that he would talk to her at some point in the future. He just had no idea that the chance to make good on that promise would present itself so soon after he made it. He had just endured the worst day of his life after witnessing his parents lying lifeless on the floor covered in blood, and then hearing the words of a mother he never thought he’d meet left him reeling. Using Ghouli for selfish reasons had him feeling overwhelming guilt; yet seeing her and Mulder, under the guise of an illusion at that off-the-beaten-path gas station, had softened the ironclad armor he was trying so hard to construct around his heart...

The bell attached to the gas station door chimed and a tall man walked in.

“Can I get $40 on the SUV out there, please?” Jackson could see the attendant in his peripheral ringing the guy up as he popped a sunflower seed in his mouth. He watched the man turn to him and nod up at the TV where the Pirates and Nats were tied in the bottom of the 4th inning.

“You follow baseball?” His voice was low and smooth in a familiar sort of way that flowed over Jackson with ease.

Feeling a wave of goosebumps spike across his arms, he glanced over inside his illusion and directly locked eyes with the man his birth mother had embraced in the morgue: Fox Mulder.

Slowly nodding, Jackson answered, “I’m a Yankee’s fan myself.”

“Me, too!”

“Too bad I’m leaving town. Maybe, we could have caught a game,” Jackson sighed, confused that he actually meant it.

Mulder shrugged and scoffed at the pop fly to the pitcher's mound. “Yeah, maybe.”

“I bet a G-man can get good seats.” He nudged Mulder’s arm and pointed to the exposed badge sticking out of his jacket pocket.

Mulder narrowed his eyes at Jackson, the same ones he saw in the mirror every day. “Good eye.”

He huffed. “Gotta have one nowadays.”

Mulder smirked, nodding in agreement, and a flicker of sadness washed over his face as the screen focused in on a father and son laughing as they cheered on their team. “Years ago, I had the hope of taking my own son to a game.”

A knot began to form in Jackson’s throat. He cleared it and decided to leave a little something for the obvious emotionally worn-down man standing nearly shoulder to shoulder with him. “Well, maybe one day you can. Don’t give up.”

The smell of baked goods caught his attention and the memory of his first encounter with his birth father faded. He ventured over to the small mom-and-pop shop called “Little Virginia’s Bakery and Novelty Shop” with a renewed sense of purpose and food on the brain.

“Perfect!” His empty stomach rumbled in agreement.

For being an out-of-the-way shop, the little place held a few farmers, a family of three, and an elderly couple tucked away in the back. The sweet scent of cinnamon and sugar filled the air and Jackson’s mouth watered instantly.

“Hi there!” The silver haired woman stood from her corner table to greet him. “Welcome to Little Virginia’s. Hungry?” Her brown eyes trailed him from head to toe, assessing his dirty, worn jeans, well-loved jacket, and mussed hair. Jackson was sure he would hear a grandmother-like lecture about taking good care of himself; one he knew he’d never heard from one of his own. But, instead, she smiled and nodded to the bakery case. “How about I get you a nice carb-filled breakfast while you take a look around the place? Can’t help but assume you just might like something you see.” She pointed to the baseball on his shirt from his Freshman year travel league team—which he was reluctantly kicked off of for skipping too many practices.

“Uh, sure, okay. Thanks,” he stammered, unsure of what she meant by that yet followed her gaze to the wall behind him. Gasping, he wandered over to the large shelving unit filled with snow globes. “Wow!”

The wall was covered with a wide array of different sized globes. Each one was unique in design and meaning. Just like the collection back in his room that he’d never see again, he thought bitterly. He scanned each shelf from top to bottom, searching for one that called to him. It was something that he and his mom used to do on family vacations when they visited tourist shops.

Jackson slowed his mind and chose not to fight against the happier memory tickling at his brain of his very first snow globe that sparked not only the start of his collection, but his interest in all things cryptid...

“Jackson? There you are! I’ve been looking for you,” his mom chastised, grabbing his arm and kneading it between her fingers. “You wandered off again and left me wondering where my son’s imagination had decided to lead him this time.”

He sighed, hoping he wouldn’t be grounded later because of the strong attraction to what was staring him in the face at the moment. “Sorry, I just saw this and liked it.”

With a ruffle of his thick hair that dipped along his forehead, his mom chucked. “That certainly is an… interesting snow globe.” Jackson shook it and the white, glittery flecks swirled like a storm. “Why this one? It doesn’t seem to fit your space-themed bedroom.”

A grin spread across his chocolate stained mouth. “Oh, it does, Mom. Just like with outer space, there’s mystery behind the existence of Sasquatch. You know, guesses...”

She shook her head. “Theories, you mean,” she corrected, “just like with space. Jackson, you are too smart for your own good, you know that?”

His mom teased yet it was the truth; and he knew it. He knew a lot of things he wished he didn’t. “Yeah, I do.”

“Hey, kid!” A deep voice snapped Jackson’s eyes open and back to the shop. He stared at a man through one of the large glass globes and nearly laughed at the distorted fun house image he saw looking back. “You alright?”

“Yeah, uh yes, I’m fine,” he said, quoting his usual line when anyone asked how he was. “Just checking these out. I used to collect them, actually.” He wasn’t sure why he was sharing personal information with a stranger. He’d never done that before, but the kindness in the man’s eyes reminded him of his dad.

“Used to?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, just haven’t added to my old collection in a few years.”

“Well,” the man started as he adjusted his hat, “looks to me like you’re ready to start a new one.” Jackson raised a brow and watched as the man went and sat back down in his chair with a smirk peeking out from his mustache.

As Jackson continued to look through the mass of watery globes, he considered that the old man was right. Starting something new was exactly what he was hoping to accomplish. Just then, a ray of sunlight struck the glass on a small, circular one out of the corner of his eye. It sat on the shelf nestled in a row of sports themed snow globes. The one he felt compelled to touch left him baffled at the significant meaning. If he weren’t fully aware of the pain-free feeling in his skull, he might think the image inside the globe was a snapshot of a future vision.

Holding it up into the light, the tiny people inside painted an exact picture of a life that Jackson thought he was never meant to have.

A man stood on the pitchers mound, arm wound back in an arc, ready to let loose a curveball with the way his fingers were gripped around the seams. The batter was a boy with brown hair who leaned over the plate, wooden bat cocked back and poised in the air. There was a woman sitting on a grassy hill near the boy, strands of her red-gold hair were fisted within a tiny infants grasp cradled in her arms. In that moment, Jackson actually believed that fate was calling.

Over an hour later, Jackson had made it to the desolate Wallis road, his belly full and spirits lifted, but a part of his heart remained heavy. Nature called, so he found a tree among the weeds to relieve himself. As he zipped back up, in the far distance he noticed the roof of the house, and reality punched him square in the solar plexus. Would the DoD pick up his trail? By taking these next steps, did it place them all in danger? Maybe they had moved on and were a happy family without him—complete and worry free.

Maybe, his trek should end where he stood.

His thumb rubbed the glass auricle buried deep in his jacket pocket; the crinkled letter folded next to it worn by years, travel, and his own perspiration poked at the back of his hand. Both of them provided reassurance. Perhaps, another link from the past held an answer along with some courage. There was still one line left to read after all. Carefully, with trembling fingers he unfolded the paper and the heart-wrenching words flowed freely from his lips.

“And in that moment, you will be blessed… and stricken… for the truest truths are what hold us together, or keep us painfully, desperately apart .”

An explosion of images seared through his brain in a rapid fire of painful impulses, like an electrical storm burning across his neurons. He was assaulted by her face, her voice, her scent... It was then that Jackson refocused, the revelation that he had returned to a monumental moment in the past—a crucial turning point, as he began to walk his mother’s path one last time.

March 22, 2002

Her hands shook as she closed the door and entered her dark, silent apartment. She tore her purse, shoes, and jacket off in the entryway and let them fall carelessly to the floor. Her heart beat wildly within her chest as intense anxiety buzzed through her body, like a saw blade humming through flesh. Pushing it away yet again, she stumbled through the dim hallway, stopping abruptly as she came to a cracked open door.

She gasped, taking in the sight of the empty crib. Ignoring the voice in her head that Jackson could hear screaming for her to run—to hide and shut it all away, she allowed her fingertips to dance along the cool wooden bed where her son should lay dreaming. With a trembling chin, she reached in and grabbed his cream blanket, the one her mother had knitted for him when she hadn’t yet known to use pink or blue.

“Mom…” Jesus, her mother will never understand; she might always blame her for searching for answers to obscure questions when her miracle was held within her arms. She slammed her eyes shut as the memory of her mother’s advice played out behind her lids for Jackson to witness…

February 18, 2002

Sliding her arms into her jacket as she prepared to leave, she said, “Mom, it’s important. I wouldn’t go if it weren’t.”

Frustrated, her mother shook her head and clutched baby William tighter against her hip. “Yes, I know, Dana. You say it’s about getting answers.”

Shaking her head, she sighed and her eyes flicked to her son playing with his grandmother’s sweater, blissfully unaware of his role in life. “Answers about William, Mom.”

“I know you’re worried about him—that there are things about him that you just can’t explain. But, even if you were to get those answers, what would it change?”

With emotions flaring, her voice trembled as she tried to explain in the simplest way possible. “Mom, he’s my child.”

Refusing to back down and stay silent, she pleaded with her daughter to listen. “And you have to love him and raise him in spite of everything.” Stepping closer, her mother’s tone softened as her hazel eyes met watery blue. “Dana, God has given you a miracle. A child that wasn’t supposed to be.” Gazing down at her grandson with pride, she offered, “Maybe, it’s not to question—just to be taken as a matter of faith.”

Feeling lost and alone with horrible thoughts swirling of what secrets may be out there regarding her son, she stared at her mother’s worried expression and told her the truth. “Mom, I can’t take this on faith. I need to know,” she explained, soothing William’s soft, fuzzy hair, wishing she could fully trust what her heart was telling her. “I need to know if it’s really God I have to thank...”

Jackson felt his mother stiffen as her own memory melted away. Her eyes snapped open yet the residual turmoil of her mother’s words remained entwined like barbed wire within her chest.

“Oh, Mom...” she whispered and bit her lip until it hurt almost as much as her heart.

She inhaled a deep breath, her knees buckling at the strong baby scent and that’s when she saw it: her own withdrawn, broken reflection in the small mirror hung above the rocking chair. How could she look herself in the mirror ever again and not see someone who had simply given up, who didn’t have the courage to stand by her son and fight to the death to protect him? His father would have if he were here. Yet, she sent him away to keep their son safe, and now she was left with nothing.

Guttural cries finally burst free from her mouth, the awful feeling of guilt and sadness overwhelmed her. Pressing the scent of their baby boy to her face, she screamed into the yarn of the blanket as her emotions warred on. Her mother: a God-fearing woman who forgives as easily as she loves, would never forget what her daughter had done here tonight.

Emptiness echoed in the silence, fatigue pulled at the weariness beneath her lids as her fingers ran along the soft stitching connecting the satin to the plush cotton. Her body felt hollow, like a shell that held nothing but an ocean of tears and shards of glass wedged between her soul and her heart.

It hurt to be in her son’s room where he slept and played and nursed and listened to her terrible singing and… it hurt to breathe. “Oh God, Mulder, please forgive me.”  

A heavy layer of sorrow covered her chest, suffocating her. The reality of her decision surrounded her with every shallow breath she took. “Mulder, I’m so sorry,” she whimpered, fiery tears burning her down the column of her throat. “Our truest truth… our son, he’s held us together and now… and now desperately apart.”

No matter if her choice was right or not, William was their son: a living breathing product of their everlasting love, their miracle… and now he was gone. No matter her constant worry of the safety and origin of the miracle she held within her arms every day—had loved unconditionally the moment she knew he existed; she had willingly given away a part of her and Mulder’s love. A love so strong that it conquered the impossible and produced a wondrous gift. In that very moment, she knew she would carry this heaviness in her heart until the day she died. And Jackson felt her terrible thought that just maybe, she deserved to.

He felt his mother slipping away from his grasp as she road the roaring tide of her emotions. She and her gut-wrenching sobs were fading, drifting off into darkness where he knew she would rebuild her fortress of stoicism in order to survive, dimming the remaining light in her life as the vision did the same for him.

Time stretched like a rubber band connecting the past to the present. Jackson separated achingly slow from his mother’s grief with images fading into the back of his mind as his own anguish took hold.

“Ah, dammit!” The sheer agony that had coursed through her veins was enough for Jackson to still taste the metallic remnants of blood from her gnawed bottom lip within his own mouth. The upheaval of emotional static was in his head, shredding it from the inside—the side effects of constant fears and self-doubt. The selfless suffering felt from an unconditional love took away a piece of him as it took from her, unraveling the purity in his soul.

He felt his chin tremble uncontrollably, like it did when he was nine and was teased on the playground for being “weird.” He felt it: the last remaining bricks of the wall that stood to protect and uphold his heart crumbled, leaving him bare and exposed. The flashback sucked the breath from his chest and he folded, collapsing into himself and driving him to his knees.

Squinting up at the sun with a sheen of sweat across his brow, he clenched his fists, blanching his knuckles as nails dug deeply into the palms of his hands. Slamming them to the ground, Jackson screamed. The sound piercing the early afternoon sky like an air raid siren, unleashing the remaining demons from the scars that had refused to heal. The agony left his lungs with the strength of a gale force wind, begging the sun for its rays of light to soothe away the darkness. The torment felt as though it ripped his muscles, bones, and flesh to shreds. His dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears and the dam burst when his emotions surged against it. Crystal beads streamed from his deep blue eyes as heaving sobs tore at his throat and wracked his chest—the weight of his grief pressing him into the ground where he knelt.

Within the last year, he had cried all of three times: the night of his parent’s death, once out of sheer loneliness, and now from the effects of this letter. These words from his mother had saved him from the monster, the one indifferent to suffering and sorrow, and got him to feel.

Jackson dug into the dirt with the balls of his feet and pushed off, taking mighty strides as he sprinted before even aware of the conscious decision. His bag bounced along his shoulders, his long dark colored locks whipping back and forth behind him as he leapt large rocks and dodged roots. Charged with adrenaline surging through his veins, he had to keep running forward; nothing would stop him now. As quick as his long legs could carry him, his shoes hammered the hard earth that mimicked the pounding in his chest. The smell of bark and pine invaded his nostrils, his burning lungs begging for air, but Jackson embraced the pain. His shirt clung to his form, damp with sweat and tears and he ran, feeling her presence like he could feel her mind. He finally let down the mental barrier he had held up against reaching out and into her mind, liberating him.

All the signs, all the things leading him to reach this very path was fate; it had intervened and he knew now—felt it now… William needed to come home.

Now, the boy who had always felt split in two was whole. Now, he was finally fine . He was free.

By the time he reached the gated driveway to the property, the pain had dissipated as hope and truth dominated. One hand rested on the cold iron; his limbs on fire as he panted, trying to catch his breath. The well-worn house stood taller now—a simple A-frame with a couple dormers and extended front porch. The fence surrounding the property consisted of many shades of weathered wood, time and sunlight painting it several grayish and brownish hues. Beyond its confines stood a patchwork quilt of several grasses and wildflowers, sewn together by a dusty road. For a glimmer of a moment, he envisioned a little sister running through the rolling grass, chasing a dog to hug and cuddle, the puppy stealing licks while they laughed in amusement and drank tea on the front porch.

Jackson pulled open the heavy gate and stepped onto the familiar ground his feet had yet to tread. A deep breath calmed his rising nerves, as did walking through the tall wheat grass swaying in the open breeze. It all reminded him of his childhood farm and working the fields with his dad.

The land here grew wilder than his dad would allow, although so did he and, he suspected, so did the pair that occupied that house. He continued on, the rhododendrons now in full bloom overpowered the nearby flowers. They greeted his senses and he became more engrossed, living in the moment like he had never experienced before. This was real. His futuristic visions foreshadowed death and hellfire, reeking of ash and rot. But here, only birds sang and thick, green foliage swayed with the breeze, covering the sound of distant traffic.

For so long his thoughts never stopped spinning, visions of pasts and futures, the constant questioning of himself was nothing but a furnace of pain hidden beneath a forced smile and occasional happiness. All of that stood silent now. For the first time in his life there were no thoughts, only instincts. Ones that he trusted. So he continued walking along the gravely dirt driveway, up the worn steps to stand at their faithful door.

Somehow it all made sense, that the flashback visions would take him back to where this all began, bringing him full circle to find the truth; taking him back to the night where his old life had ended and was given a new one. The night William M. Scully became Jackson Van de Kamp. He was both Jackson and William, he realized: Chimera born—one boy with two sets of parents who loved him. One remarkable teen with a remarkable past standing on the porch of an unremarkable house, hoping to share a future with those who sacrificed everything for him.

Jackson had navigated his way through his birth mother’s past and his own—effectively finding himself during a time when he was truly lost. And, now, the son of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully would finally cross their threshold as his whole self, an open book written in a language only they could fully understand.

A flutter of nervousness began to churn in his gut. He shut his eyes, inhaling a deep breath and counted to ten, recalling what his dad had told him to do when he felt this way. Those familiar words of wisdom embraced him, giving him the push he needed to let loose three confident knocks to the squeaky screen door. Footfalls and muffled voices could be heard through the oak door and his heart pounded through his shirt.

A smile pulled at Jackson’s lips when he realized that he was standing inches from the proverbial edge of what was his leap of faith for a new beginning, completely unafraid and committed to jump.

[lizzy-c807fanfics]

That Old Black Magic Ch.8

Find the whole story here:

FF    AO3

New to the Where There’s Smoke There’s Fire Universe? Read the first story here! -  FF  AO3

Killian Jones and Emma Swan didn’t meet under the usual circumstances but they had an immediate spark that ignited into a fiery relationship. Their complimentary life styles create the perfect partnership at both home and work. Can she and Killian keep up their lucky streak while navigating through the dangerous lives they lead? Find out in this Where There’s Smoke There’s Fire Mystery: That old black magic. 

In this story two sorority girls have gone missing. Emma is on the case to try to track them down. Along the way she manages to piss off some of the wrong people adding complexity to her case. 

Ch. 8

Graham was talking the whole ride to Bachelor Party Arms. She’d have to admit if he asked her about what he’d said, she’d have to admit that she hadn’t been listening to a single thing. She’d been thinking about the threat she’d received from the scots and her poor bug. Nobody messes with her bug. Once she figured out who dared touch her baby she had a special kind of pain in mind for them. It wasn’t until the car stopped moving that she realized they’d arrived. She snapped back to reality and focused on what Humbert was saying.

“Listen, I’m going to take lead on this. You just follow behind and wait for my signal.” said Humbert.

Emma cocked her eyebrow. “Are you expecting trouble from these guys? I thought you said it was a bunch of college kids that lived here?”

Graham shrugged his shoulders. “I never said they were all college kids, just that a bunch of college kids lived here. Look around Emma, this isn’t exactly the safest neighborhood.”

She was suddenly aware of her surroundings. She pursed her lips.” I see.”

“Not to mention, you are female. So you should let me lead.” Said Humbert.  

She could feel herself getting annoyed. “I can take care of myself. I don’t need you to protect me. Can we just get this over with please?”  

“Fine, have it your way.”

She got out of the car and slammed the door. She forgot he was a sexist pig for a moment. She’d have to make sure to remind herself in the future, even if he was being nice. He was halfway up the walkway by the time she caught up to him. He wasn’t wrong about the smell coming from the building. It was a combination of body odor and hot garbage. What looked like a normal unassuming apartment building on the outside was anything but normal once you stepped inside the beast. The smell outside wasn’t even the half of it, once you entered the threshold it was like walking inside a sticky, smelly sweat sock. The dark blue carpet was a combination of damp and sticky, she could swear she was leaving footprints as she walked. It was just gross. This must be what ants experience when they go into those traps.” Said Emma as she continued down the hall behind him.

He turned to face her. “You hear that? Sounds like there’s a party upstairs. Maybe the 4th floor. That’s usually where the parties will be.”

“I take it you’ve been here before?” asked Emma.

He hesitated.” I may have lived here for a while, you know back when I was in college.”

“Ah, no wonder you know so much about the place.” Her opinion of him just got better and better as she learned more about him.

“It was once home. I know it looks bad now, but it wasn’t this bad back then.” He explained.

She didn’t believe that for a second, but an inside man is helpful. “Ok, I feel better knowing you’re knowledgeable about the place. Is there another way out of here or just that front door?” she asked.  

“Yeah, there’s a fire escape staircase down the backside of the building. You can get access to it at the end of the hall on each floor.” Said Graham.

“Ok, Good to know. I’m ready. Lead the way.”

Graham smiled and quickly bolted up the staircase to the next floor. The second floor was brightly lit and had a carpet that was slightly less sticky.  She looked down the end of the hall and there was a big window. She could see the fire escape through the window. She could never be too careful. The music was getting louder. She kept moving up the staircase towards the source of the music. The third floor was like the first, sticky and dark. Same big window at the end of the hall.

“It’s just upstairs. I was right, probably the penthouse.” Said Humbert.

“This place has a penthouse?” asked Emma.

“Yes, It’s one of Gold’s properties. He has a penthouse in all of his buildings.” Said Humbert.

“I should have guessed. That man will do anything for a buck.” Said Emma.

“Let’s go see if we can find our guys.” Said Humbert.

She looked down the hall and then back at Humbert. “Hold on. Maybe you should wait here.” Suggested Emma.

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You’re a cop. I’m not. Those kids see a cop coming to the door they might get spooked and start running.” Said Emma.

“I see your point. Alright. I’ll give you 15 minutes. Then I’m coming in.”

She smiled.” Deal. It’s just a bunch of kids having a party right? How bad could it be? “

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As Killian walked up towards Wally’s he noticed Emma’s car off to the side. His blood started to boil again at the thought of those punks threatening her. He walked into the garage door and the chimes went off. “Be right there.” Called a scruffy voice.

Killian looked around the small room. It was dingy and dimly lit. The sounds of banging and machines buzzing could be heard from the other room. Sounded like they were busy.

“Hey, there. Sorry about the wait. What can I do for you?”

Killian turned around to see a round older man, with a balding head and two tufts of white curly hair on the side. “You Wally?” asked Killian.

He laughed.” Nah, I’m Doc. Wally’s been gone for a while now, just kept the name for sentiment. What can I do you for?”

“I’m here to find out about the yellow bug out front.” He said.

“Oh, yeah. Poor girl. Punks out there need to be put in check. It won’t take me long to get the tires changed out. I can have it back later tonight.” Said Doc.

“Yeah, about that. Any chance you rent cars?” asked Killian.

“Uh, yeah. I’ve got one loaner. It’s a the blue Charger, parked by the door.” Said Doc.

He looked out to see the muscle car in the front. “I’d like to rent that from you if you don’t mind.”

Doc scratched his gritty forehead. “Ok, I can do that. You want me to hold onto the bug?”

“Do you think you can keep the car concealed? It might be good to keep her off the streets for a few days.” Explained Killian.

“Okie Dokie. Let’s get you the keys and you can take Old Blue out there.”

“Great, Thanks.” Said Killian.

He hoped that the fact that it was a supped-up muscle car would soften the blow when he told Emma that he’d borrowed it and asked them to hold her car. She had to understand. A yellow bug would stick out like a sore thumb and those punks knew her car.   If he couldn’t be with her, he could at least do this.

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Oh, it was bad. She entered the darkened apartment to find half naked college kids, drenched in foam and glitter, dancing all over the place. It was a huge room, probably three times the size of their whole apartment. A DJ was setup at the corner of the room playing loud booming music. The only lights in the room were coming from the huge set of speakers to the right and left of his platform and a big rainbow-colored light ball spinning on the ceiling.  

She navigated her way through the sea of bodies looking at the faces she passed trying to find someone coherent to question. Finally, she found a group of kids sitting on funky chairs around a coffee table on the side of the room. As she approached she noticed they weren’t just sitting there, they were taking turns hitting a Hookah. She grabbed an empty red solo cup and pretended to stumble towards an open chair in the circle. One of the boys looked towards her. “Sup Babe? Want a hit?”

She kept her drunken persona up and smiled. “Sup. Anyone seen Al?”

A boy with red hair braided into dred locks spoke out. “Damn, Al always gets the babes.”  

The guy holding the hookah pipe slowly blew out smoke. “He’s in the back room with the prince.”

She pretended to stumble again as she stood from the chair. “Thanks.” She said as she walked away. When she was out of sight she dropped her solo cup on the ledge as and moved down the hall towards the back room.

The door was cracked so she peeked in to see what she was dealing with. She scanned the room cautiously looking for danger. The room was virtually quiet in comparison to the wild party happening in the front room. The décor concentrated on purple, gold and black colors. Purple drapes adorned the windows. There were black leather couches around the room with glass and metal end tables between. There was also a very wild pattern of gold, purple and black in the end to end carpet.  It was definitely a bachelor pad in her opinion.  A brief look around drew her attention to the center of the room. There was a large ornate chandelier over a poker table. There appeared to be a heavy game going on.  There was a small group of people sitting around the table and one guy to the side of the game standing behind a small bar making a drink.

“Damn Nav, you win again.” Grumbled one of the guys.

Her ears perked up at the mention of his name. She focused her eyes towards the handsome man collecting the chips. “Must be my lucky day.” He said as stacked the chips in front of him.  

This was her guy. She needed to get into this game.

One of the guys at the table stood and pushed in his chair. “This game is too rich for my blood.”

She thought to herself must be my lucky day. She relaxed her body and slowly walked into the room. “Got room for one more?”

All eyes at in the room quickly turned to her and scanned her up and down. The guy from the bar moved forward. “Depends, how’d you get in here?”

“I heard about a hot game from some guys out front. They said to come back to the prince’s room to get in. Are you the prince?” she asked.

His eyebrow raised. “Maybe.” He rubbed his chin. “You got cash?”

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. “This enough?”

He laughed. ” For openers. This is a serious game girl.”

Naveen looked her up and down. “Come on Al, let her play. I’m happy to take her money.”

So that was Al. Both of them were in the same room. Al looked at her again. “Alright, have a seat.”

Naveen collected the cards from the table and began to shuffle them. He had quite a routine with his shuffle. Sliding the cards back and forth on the table, mixing them up and sliding them side to side in his hand. He turned to her as he kept up the shuffle. “You new around here? I’ve never seen you before.”

“Um, yeah. I just started taking classes over at the University.”

“Aren’t you a little old to be taking classes?” asked the jerk to her right.

She didn’t dignify him with an answer.

Naveen started dealing the cards around the table. She watched him carefully with each card. She noticed Al standing back at the bar where she’d first seen him. She noticed Al watching the cards as closely as she was. The others at the table were talking and drinking. The guy to her left was in the middle of a heavy make out session with the girl on his lap.

These guys had stacks of cash sitting in front of them and they weren’t even watching the cards. Clearly, they were some kind of trust fund babies or making cash in nefarious ways. Either way they didn’t care about the money they were about to lose.

It didn’t take her long to notice that Al and Naveen had a scam going. These other poor suckers didn’t stand a chance. She sat back quietly watching until he completed the deal. “So, What’s your name?” asked Al who suddenly came back to life.

“Ellie.” She said flatly.

“Ellie, can I get you a drink?” he asked?

She picked up her cards and began thinking of combinations. “Um, sure. You got any scotch?” she asked.

“That’s impressive. Neat or on the rocks?” he asked.

“Neat.” She slid the cards she didn’t want across the table. “3 please.”

She watched him deal her the cards. The others around the table began doing the same. She quickly glanced at her watch. Humbert should be coming in any time now. As jumpy as he was, she was surprised he hadn’t shown his face yet. She’d have to stay in the game until Humbert crashed the party.  

Al came up behind her with the drink. “Here you go.”

She held up the drink. “Thanks.”

He smiled. “No problem.” He quickly moved back to his position.

She looked at her cards, she had nothing. She wondered if they dealt her these cards to quickly get rid of her. Given that she clearly didn’t have the funds to keep up. She was going to have to bluff if she was staying in this game.  Tweedle dee to her left and Tweedled um to her right wouldn’t be an issue but Naveen, since she knew he was cheating, he was going to make things tough. If she could get rid of those two she could handle Al and Naveen on her own. Where the heck was Humbert already? A thought she never believed would cross her mind.

She continued to play and was doing great. She managed to make it through two quick rounds. Tweedle dum dropped out when his girl started to pass out on his lap. She also managed to pretend she was drinking that scotch one sip at a time, all the while spilling it a little as she went to sit it back on the table. No way she was going to drink anything from this petri dish of an apartment.  

She focused on the cards, keeping one eye on Naveen. She had one more guy to get rid of and then she could start questioning these two about the missing girls. Naveen was about to deal again when she heard voices coming from the back of the room. “You lads got room for more?”

She felt a sudden rush go through her body. She turned around and there were two young men standing in the back and her fears were warranted. She recognized one of the guys as part of group who watched her bust Seamus.

“Hey, what’s this bitch doing here?” he shouted.

“Whoa whoa whoa.  What’s this about?” said Al.

His eyes went wild as he moved towards her. “She’s the one that got Seamus nabbed by the fuzz yesterday. You’re going to pay for that. ”

She stood slowly and backed up from the table.

“Are you a cop?” asked Naveen.

“She ain’t no cop. She’s just some bounty hunter.” Said the other guy.

The slimy jerk pulled out a switch blade. “What’s say we have some fun with this lass?”

Al was quick to react. “Guys, Guys not in here. You know he doesn’t like his room messed up.”

Naveen stood. “Yeah, you don’t want to do this. You know what happened last time.”

“I’ll pay for the cleaning.” Said Switchblade as he continued towards her.

Her adrenaline was pumping. She slipped her hand around her back to grip the handle of her gun. She hated having to pull it but if it came down to them or her, it was her every time.

“What’s going on in here boys?” asked Humbert.

Switchblade quickly stashed his blade back into his pants, slipping to his friend’s side.

“Ah, nothing officer. Just playing a friendly game of poker.” Said Al.

Humbert looked towards her. She raised her eyebrow and glanced back at the scots in the room.

“Doesn’t look so friendly to me. Is everything alright in here miss?” he asked.

She looked around at the men in the room. “Yeah, we were just finished. These guys were too late.” She moved to the table, grabbed her cash and slipped it into her pocket.

Naveen took her lead and did the same, gathering his money. “Yeah, sorry guys. You should leave. We are done for the night.”

Humbert sat back on his heels, thumb in his belt loop as he watched the Scots. Switchblade grit his teeth and turned on his heels as he pulled on his friend’s coat. “Let’s go. We don’t want any trouble.”

Humbert nodded and watched as they left. He turned and missed seeing the jerk sign that he was going to cut her throat as he left.  She let out a deep breath and took her hand off her gun. “Where were you?” she asked.

He smiled. “So you did need me?”

She huffed. “Are you serious? You’re going to rub it in now?” She could feel her phone vibrating in her back pocket. She pulled it to see that it was Killian calling. She could swear he always knew when she was in trouble. “Hey.” She answered.

“Love, I just wanted to let you know I had your car taken care of.”

She let out a soft sigh. “Thank you. Listen I’ve got to take care of something. Can I call you back?”

“You don’t sound well, is everything alright?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m alright. I’ll explain when I see you. I’ll call you soon. Bye.”

“Bye.”

“If you’re done checking in can we get started?” teased Humbert.

She rolled her eyes at his comment.

“Are these the guys?”

She slipped her phone back into her pocket. “Yes.”

Naveen held up his hands. “We didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah, what did we do?” asked Al.

“We need to ask you both a few questions about the disappearance of Charlotte and Tiana.” Said Emma.

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Kept Home by COVID-19, U.S. Politics Goes Virtual With Digital Dance Parties and Avatars

When stay-at-home orders sparked by the coronavirus forced him to find new ways to reach young voters ahead of the November U.S. election, Felix Clarke turned to an online computer game.

The New Hampshire college student logged in to Minecraft, dressed his avatar in the blue T-shirt worn by canvassers for NextGen America, the progressive group for which he works, and strolled virtually up to other players, making his pitch.

“I pretty much used the same conversation starters I’d use in-person talking to other students at Plymouth State,” Clarke said via a NextGen spokeswoman. “We talked in-game mostly about how to vote, why as the largest chunk of eligible voters it is so important that young people make their voices heard.”

Political groups large and small have turned to digital campaigning amid the social distancing restrictions affecting almost all Americans, using texts, social media and video chat to carve out a new form of organizing as the U.S. presidential election looms.

The election pits Republican Donald Trump against presumptive Democratic nominee Joe Biden in a campaign taking place against the all-consuming backdrop of the pandemic.

Republican organizers switched from holding packed, raucous rallies to setting up livestreams and social media events with just 24-hours notice, said Trump campaign spokesman Ken Farnaso. About 1,000 staff and hundreds of thousands of volunteers have switched to digital outreach, he said, while others make voice calls from their homes instead of crowded phone banks.

“We are hosting virtual events, training members of the Trump Neighborhood Teams online, activating the massive volunteer network to make calls on behalf of the President, and continuing our efforts to register voters online,” Farnaso said in an email.

Biden’s campaign built a studio in the candidate’s home in Delaware, where the former vice president streams podcasts and town halls, and makes television news appearances.

Organizers recruit volunteers via text messages, and hold conference calls and video chats with voters led by such backers as strategist Symone Sanders, said Biden spokesman Vedant Patel.

‘VIRTUAL CLIPBOARDS’

The Democratic party has trained 7,000 digital organizers over the past month and was connecting with voters using social media handles among other methods, chair Tom Perez said Friday.

“We’re not knocking on doors, but we have our virtual clipboards in hand, and we are engaging voters where they consume their news, talking about what we’re fighting for,” Perez told reporters.

Reaching voters digitally – particularly younger voters who may be adept at technology and new media but jaded about politics – has involved a steep learning curve for some groups, and taken a lot of creativity, organizers said.

Naseem Makiya, the founder of Outvote, an application for digital mobilizing, said his company had seen a dramatic uptick in inquiries.

“When it’s safe to organize door knocks and hold events, I think people will be really excited to go back to doing that … (but) now they’ll know there are these options digitally that can be just as impactful,” he said.

When Ohio’s shelter-in-place order began in March, gay rights activist Brad Henry cast about for a way to salvage voter engagement efforts he had planned.

At a neighbor’s suggestion, Henry said, he decided to livestream dance parties involving DJs and bands to keep up that contact. On Saturday, his latest event featured drag performers Maja Jera and Jennifer Lynn as hosts and raised funds for healthcare workers on the front lines of the pandemic.

Jen Miller, executive director of the Ohio League of Women Voters, also made an appearance.

“Be a voter,” she said via video from her home. “It’s how we create a healthy democracy where everyone’s voice is heard.”

(Reporting by Sharon Bernstein in Sacramento, California and Makini Brice in Washington, D.C.; Editing by Daniel Wallis)

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Tis The Season: BOSSIP Decks An ATL Mansion’s Halls With Headlines & Good Cheer [Photos]

Tis The Season: BOSSIP Decks An ATL Mansion’s Halls With Headlines & Good Cheer [Photos]

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BOSSIP Decks An ATL Mansion’s Halls With Headlines & Good Cheer [Photos]

It’s that time of year again! We here at BOSSIP brought in the holidays fellowshipping with our friends and supporters, this time at a swanky mansion. The A-List Affairs curated event featured sounds from @TheGrooveATL DJ, DJ Wally Sparks…

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and…

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Steve Spiffler & GQ crush it on "Smashing Cans"

Finding quality boom bap these days, dusty beats and poetic rhymes hearkening back to hip hop's Golden Age, is a tall task. But some artists, like Steve Spiffler and Jamla Records standout GQ, can easily reach such heights. Enlisting the help of former Big K.R.I.T. DJ Wally Sparks doesn't hurt either. Spiffler's latest record, "Smashing […]

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FUNKY FRESH RADIO PLAYLIST Listenership for the month of December 2017: 301,227 United States: 214,646 - France: 64,830 - India: 5,150 - Brazil: 4,322 - Argentina: 334 - Canada: 1,045– United Kingdom: 96 – Germany 117- Other Countries: 9,861 Track summary For the current month December2017 TITL PLAYS: Joyner Lucas - Im Not Racist 230 Prince Rich - 1942 Flows Freestyle 180 OxZilla - Situations 144 Prince Rich - Trial and Error 141 KING SPYDA - B.M.G. Freestyle 101 GRYMZ - "FOO G" FREESTYLE by GRYMZ 98 Millyz - rockstar (remix) 98 Chizz Capo - Tippin Freestyle 93 Matt Corman - Wavy 92 HEAVY - In Your Dreams Ft Lisa Bello x Jay Trap Dollas x Flow 92 Steis ft. Fleekcokain - In a zone 91 THE RE-Up - Fukyofeelins 91 HEAVY - One Day 91 Eddy Fish - On The Godz 89 E.T.E.L. - MintyCoolattaGreenTeaLemonZestFly 85 Skye Major - Buckets 84 Wally Sparks - Get Up Out 83 Shani B - Break & Enter 74 Cousin Stizz - Doubted Me 73 Goldo feat. Sean Black - Who Else (Main) 67 Millyz - Dead an Gone 66 Supastar LT - Fun W Me Ft Panamera D 65 4DOT - Greatest 65 Joyner Lucas - Gucci Gang (Remix) 64 Eddy Fish - Faded ft Last Days x Deal Cruz 64 NORFOLK LITTLES - Cigar Habbits Freestyle 63 Tyler Rose - Gotta Feeling 62 Stripes iii x OGDomo - TESLA 62 Fame & PdotC - Keep It Thoro 61 Tyre Jalon - Honor 59 Nyce Franklyn - UR Welcome 59 Uncle Kaysell - Answers ft DGriffey 59 Oxzilla - Raw Era 59 TrvpGOD Lucky - Fields Corner 58 BURNALOTTA ENDO - Weedmaps 58 Ricky Mazarati - Wont Hurt Ft Gio Dee 58 Kan Wilder - Rapture 58 Jack Karowak - All My Life ft Patrick Michel 58 Rosewood Bape - Daily ft DJ JFresh 57 Messy Tye - Take Care 57 MILINKO COREN - M ON TORCH 56 12 Rounz - Talk About Twizzy 56 MILINKO ft. KING KASH - PRAY 56 FOXXWOODZ ft. IAH-WISE - Murder 55 Cool Que - Target ft Spaid 55 Millyz - Bluejays Freestyle 55 Phil Blount - The Futures Mine 55 Riggz Two Nice - All This Sauce 54 Dev-Uno - Bugging ft Dave Wonderz 54 Phinelia - West Coast Tribute 53 Jasz - OhSix 42 Mike Flowz - 187 41 MILINKO COREN - HOW MANY TIMES REMIX 41 Oz The Emcee - Hustle On 40 Phinelia - It Aint Me Ft Tangg The Juice 38

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#JackHoney #ABLVR Art Beats + Lyrics #Miami Hosted by D.R.E.S. tha BEATnik, ft Resident DJs WERC Crew + Wally Sparks: https://www.soflanights.com/archives/245246 (at Soho Studios)

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Tonight, Saturday 12/9 ! All Vinyl Everything celebrates @seanfalyon’s Birthday at Space 2 | 485 Edgewood Ave SE | 10p - 2a ♻️ No laptops / CDs / or controllers. Only real DJs spinning real vinyl all night ! Spinning LIVE : - Wally Sparks - DJ Big Reeks - DJ Red Soda - DJ C-Styles - DiBiase - Just Daryle - Lady Marauder Hosted by D.R.E.S. tha BEATnik RSVP FOR FREE ENTRY Please come and enjoy drinks specials brought to you by Hendrick's Gin #HendricksGinATL RSVP » allvinylhendricks.eventbrite.com Brought to you by @WGGPEvents + @hendricksgin Follow @allvinyl for updates #AllVinylEverything #HendricksGinATL #vinyl #hiphop #atl #atlanta #wax #djs #party #tonightinatlanta #turntables #ave #edgewood #gin #bar (at Space 2)

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Russell Simmons' All Def Digital Producing Eric B. & Rakim's 30th Anniversary Concert Film

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Russell Simmons' All Def Digital Producing Eric B. & Rakim's 30th Anniversary Concert Film

2:30 PM PDT 7/10/2017 by Sabrina Finkelstein, Billboard

The Apollo show included cameos by EPMD, Slick Rick, Kid Capri, Kool Herc, Flavor Flav, Fat Joe and Roxanne Shanté.

A concert film and documentary featuring iconic hip-hop duo Eric B. & Rakim is in the works thanks to a collaboration between Russell Simmons’ consumer media brand All Def Digital also with Sessions X, an on demand video streaming app, and the creative media company Talsa Media.

The Eric B. & Rakim reunion concert took place on July 7 at Harlem’s legendary Apollo theater on the 30th anniversary of their platinum album Paid in Full. The renowned DJ and MC hadn’t performed together in 20 years. The show also featured a number of cameos by luminaries that included: Ice T, Mase, Michael Bivins, Flavor Flav, Fat Joe, EPMD, Roxanne Shanté, T La Rock, Maino, Al B. Sure!, Joeski, Lovebug Starski, Slick Rick, Kid Capri, Kool Herc, Rich Boy, Special Ed, Lost Boyz and Peter Gunz among others.

“With [agent] Cara Lewis handling the show, Russell managing the film and all of our friends joining us on our homestage of the Apollo, we really got the Paid in Full Posse back together for an amazing night celebrating the culture of HipHop,” Eric B. & Rakim said in a statement.

“I’m thrilled that the world, and a new generation, will have the opportunity to witness the creative spark that Eric B. and Rakim lit in hip hop,” stated Simmons, who originally signed the duo and released 1987’s Paid in Full and is the film’s executive producer. “The duo moved the culture forward, and DJs and MCs to this day stand on their shoulders. I’m honored to work again with these great artists.” 

Sessions X shot the concert which will be produced in 4K, HD and virtual reality. President of the company, Josh Killham said in a statement that, “We have new artists and legends in all genres, and with this film we have an anchor in hip hop for our fans.”

“When I heard that Live Nation was putting on this show, and it sold out in no time, I knew we needed to document the performance so it could be shared around the world,” said Wally Eltawashy, the founder of Talsa Media and co-producer of the project, in a

Sanjay Sharma, CEO of All Def Digital, said in the release how the new project marked “a continued expansion into both music-related programming and premium long-form content.” He went to state that All Def’s Spotify series Traffic Jams, their upcoming theatrical documentary Romeo is Bleeding as well as the recently announced documentary series The Definitive History of Hip- Hop all, “owe a debt to Eric B. & Rakim.”

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