
So here we are in Hollerado, our 1st day off on tour and where am I … a damned rap show. We’re in Denver though so it’s good. Last night at the show some girl was talking about D-Town (which has meant “Detroit” to me ever since the 10th grade when my boy Tyler started using the term about going to skate Hart Plaza late nights) and naturally had me listening in. Turns out she meant the Mile High City or 303, as 3OH!3 refers to the town. Debate ensued- drunken on her behalf and stubborn on mine. Here are some of my observations of the contrasts between Chauncey’s old home & his new home (yeah – Billups).
Got to drive about 3 miles from my good ol’ pal Bradd’s place to a nice little cement skate park where we played about five games of B.O.N.E.S. Then David and I met Yonnas down here @ Cervantes in Denver to sell some more CDs on a day we’re not working. It’s a Grieves show, hadn’t heard of him before but all the folks here sure know him- good work Grieves. So I’m standing outside hustling CDs to people smoking, passing by or coming in, touching Denver a little bit, listening. There happens to be another venue two doors down, sounded like a jam band was playing and it looked like mostly hippies patronizing the place. Walking down the black later in the night, heading to the car for more CDs, I notice a homeless lookin guy outside the other bar talking to a girl who was taking a cigarette break outside the other venue. At first I didn’t think much of it, if anything I figured that Denver was more like Detroit than I gave it credit to be. On the walk back into Cervantes with a fistfull of CDs & stickers I realized the girl had a bag of weed and was breaking my man off with a pinner to hold him over in his search for change/food.
Detroit & Denver: Not The Same.