Big Dave TV Vol.2 - Cocktail Hour @ Birdseye's Stag Do - Eddy Makes 'The Big Dave'

One of many ridiculous videos captured during Mick Glacier's stag do (pre bar hopping), I now have a drink named after me. Try me, I'm delicious (super pause).

OH WOW, Guess What!?!?

I'll be back with something worthwhile later on.

Hope you're all feeling better than I do right now JEEZ

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Last Night In Bullet Points

Ok, so In a nutshell, this is what happened.

Spent 4 hours at Show N Proves studio and banged out a number of tracks.

Linked Lee Scott (COTD) for a few pints.

Walked to the 02 Academy with Lee to see the beatboxing while drinking more beers.

Got to the 02, Lee had no ticket or guestlist, so I went in, linked Stig, then came back out and started drinking Stella with Lee. Mistake (the Stella).

Stig gets Lee into the beatboxing. Cruger appears and also blags his way in.

We drink. A lot. Hook up with my homegirl Ria and her friend, whose name now escapes me (sorry darling).

We leave beatboxing. I completely stack it on my ass but somehow manage to make it into some sort of freestyle breaking manouver, attempting to turn a complete self par into something that made me look cool. It might have worked, im not sure.

We go to a bar. Im still drinking.

We start a freestyle cypher outside of said bar. I kill the cypher dead by saying something about pizza (I can't remember, ask Lee Scott). I am very, very drunk by this point.

Get bus to Victoria (3/4am?).

Man with burberry shoes, white jeans, Ted Baker shirt, expensive Sony headphones and Iphone asks me for change. I ask him why. He says because he's hungry. I ask why I should give him money seeing as he obviously has about 500 quid hanging off him. He won't stop. I punch him in the face due to his repeated offending of my sensibilities and apparent selfish 'me me me' complex. A policeman appears. He asks what happened and why. I tell him. The policeman laughs and lets me go. The rich beggar apologises and tells me I've taught him a valuable lesson. I tell him to fuck himself (Stella).

I come home, continue drinking and puffing peng. I stay up till 9am. I wake up at 6pm. Now I go back to bed.

Some of the only photographic evidence of last night -





I'm off to Brighton for the weekend tomorrow, more recording, finish Rap Ain't Real LP, go to J Live gig. I may not be posting much the next couple of days. I'll be back though, you can bet your ass on that.

Holla

HELLO!!!!

Guess what I did last night! Whoops!

Full write up coming soon.

Thats What Eye See #6 - Boats

Snoop Dogg Boat Trip. Thailand.



I saw this shit.

I Saw This Movie Tonight

It was FUCKING DOPE.

Go and watch it, see what you think. I really, really enjoyed it.

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Big Dave's 40 Ounce Review : Re-post and Epilogue

*Prologue*

What up people. Just a quick heads up; this is actually something lifted from the blog I wrote while my wiz Lil' Tika and I were travelling the world from September '09 - March 2010. This particular entry is from October when we were in San Francisco and I had access to an abundance of cheap, strong liquor sold in large containers. Even if you've read this before, scroll to the bottom for the epilogue, an add in that I thought worthy of mentioning if only to promote the magnificent strength of some of these beverages. Enjoy.

*The Story* (10/2009)

Ok, having made a point of trying to sample as many 40's as possible while G-ing it out in Cali, I ran a little contest (in my head), that you may find informative if you were ever trying to drink large bottles of cheap liquor in the US. I will list the contenders, their pros & cons and give a short write up of their in-bloodstream performances. Just so you know, all of these beauties retail at less than $4 each, which is the equivalent of about 2 pound 40. 5 contestants, only one winner.... WHO WILL TAKE IT???

1. Miller Genuine Draft/Miller High Life ('The Champagne Of Beers')

The funny thing about a lot of these brews (as previously mentioned with the colt) is that there is no ABV on the label, so you don't know how strong the beer actually is. With that in mind -

PRO : Nice and light, great for beach/park/sunday afternoon drinking.

CON : Blatantly 4% or less, which is not strong enough for me (although it still shits all over fosters, carlsberg etc).

2. Colt 45

As previously mentioned, Colt is the shit, so maybe this comparison is slightly biased. Its 10+%(? - still not totally sure), used to be advertised by Billy Dee Williams and has a massive stigma attached (ie only useless bums drink it - great cover for an amazingly cool and successful guy like me). Despite the high ABV its actually surprisingly mild on the pallet so its a win win for me. The only con is maybe 10+% is a little too strong; but that's a dubious but.

3 & 4. Old English 800 & Mickey's Malt Liquor

I was wondering why these two were snapped together; i can only assume that i drank them one after another and wanted to economise on the photo taking. Mickey's is a 5.6% and the O.E. (made famous by so many of my favorite rappers) is at a hefty 7.5%.

Rather than proing and conning, ill simply just tell you that the Mickey's was mad boring and just didn't do it for me. The OE however was nice and strong and gave me a feeling of geeked out pleasure as i poured it on the street outside screaming "BIG L REST IN PEACE!!!!!" with tears streaming down my face. Mick was a bit watery, a bit wishy washy. OE was strong, tough and not to be fucked with. Think Frank Spencer vs Mike Tyson. No contest.

5. St Ides Malt Liquor

The promise of a "High Gravity" beer was too much for me to pass up; this coupled with the fact that Wu Tang, Ice Cube, Cypress Hill, Mc Eiht, Snoop Dogg, Tupac, Eric B & Rakim and EPMD did adverts for St. Ides caused me to invest in this strange looking concoction. And strange it was; at 8.2% i figured it was an auto winner, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Imagine pouring half a jar of honey into a bottle of white spirit and theres your drink, in a nutshell. High Gravity? More like complete bollocks. Do not touch under any circumstances.

AND THE WINNER IS???

Despite putting up the most valiant of efforts and very very nearly stealing my heart away, a choice had to be made and someone had to finish in second place. Weighing in at 7.5% and making me extremely drunk, the silver medal goes to Old English 800. Which means, the grand prize goes tooooooooooooooooooo (drum roll) -

THE COLT 45 (As if there was ever any real contest). Complete rankings as follows -

1. Colt 45

2. Old English 800 (very very very close - sorry OE)

3. Mickey's (based strictly on ABV)

4. Miller Genuine Draft

5. St Ides (oh HELL no)

And there you have it people. Need a 40 in your life? Follow my guide and we can all get lean in the hood the right way.

Pour a lil' liquor out for your homies fool!

*Epilogue*

Ok, so as you may or may not know or may or may not have realised by now, not only I am a fan of alcohol, but also a fan of getting absolutely ripped on the stuff on occasion. Funnily enough, on the occasions when I sampled each and every one of these brews, I ended up more than a little leaned. However, the irony is as such : the night that I drank the 2/3 bottles of Colt I had also competed in the 'Beer Olympics' with some fellow Britons; the hostel we were staying in ran the contest weekly and involved all sorts of drinking games, and the booze was free. So, after getting through the best part of a keg and a six pack during the contest, I then proceeded on to drink the Colts and got absolutely fucking blotto. Went to bed late and had a pretty standard killer hangover the day after. No dramas there.

The night after this, despite spending the entire day absolutely riddled and swearing I that I would never touch another drop of booze again, funnily enough I ended up draining 2 bottles of Mickey's and 2 or 3 bottles of the Old English over a few games of pool and a few zoots with my girl and a couple we had got pally with over the previous two nights. For some unknown reason I started regaling them with stories of friends from the UK (no names, don't worry boys) who had got drunk as all fuckery and then proceeded to not piss in the toilet while sleepwalking, favouring instead laundry hampers, expensive electronic equipment and, in one particular case, a girlfriend's parents dressing table, which involved stumbling into said parent's bedroom completely bollock naked and flopping it out, oblivious to the animated protestations of the poor, terrified couple. How embarrassing.



So, cutting a long story short, after getting pretty fucking lean (but nowhere near as smashed as the night before) I hit the sack, only to be woken up by one of my roommates while I was busying myself taking a piss in the corner of our room. My only conceivable explanation for this behaviour is that due to my storytelling I somehow planted a seed of uncertainty in my own head, resulting in me hosing down the radiator and carpet instead of the crapper, which was obviously 30 feet down the hall. I spose I kind of woke up out of my trance at this point and stomped off to the bog in a mood. When I got there, I quickly realised what it is exactly I had done, but I was so fucked that I didn't really care at all. So, with that same I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude, I chucked my soaking boxers in the bin and walked the 30 feet back to the room bollock naked, equally scaring and impressing a few people in the process.



The moral of the story is A) I don't really give a fuck, hence me telling you this and B) despite the fact it placed second, the OE 800 is obviously not to be taken lightly. Given a second chance (please God) I would like to re-enact the 40 Ounce challenge over a period of a week or so but ONLY involving the OE and the Colt. I couldn't call it a tie at the time, but god damn if that OE wasn't a good, strong beer. It made me piss myself. That's got to count for something, surely?

Cypher Outside the EPMD Gig last night/Show Review

Big up my man Waxer DiscoScratch for having the presence of mind to A) Have a recording device and B) turn it on while me, Joker Starr and a really sound brer that I also met for the first time last night, Original One, were spitting some darts. We were freestyling, but that must have been before my man started the recording. Pity, but its nice to have a lil document of these things. Especially seeing as I was, once again, off my tit drunk. Surprise surprise.

It's downloadable so knock yourself out with a large bat.
Freestyle cipher Joker Starr,Original One,Enlish by DiscoScratch

Although I had a wicked time last night, unfortunately EPMD were not the highlight. They only played for an hour tops (and thats being generous, it could have been closer to 45 minutes) after keeping the crowd waiting wayyyy too long, the DJs played 'Witness' by Roots Manuva at least 4 times (AND they played 'Watch Out Now' by the Beatnuts, don't even get me started on that one, just ask Daps), Erick and Parrish just kind of mumbled through a selection of hits all the while constantly saying "Yo, we got to go soon", or words to that effect. Parrish could barely hold the beat. Check the vid below and you'll see.

Oh well. Had a good time with Deejay, Lil' Tika & Alex Young, linked with Jehst, Cutmaster Swift & Jonzi D, met some sound people and got pissed. Knocked into a few heads from Brighton too, my mans dem Joe Foly & Big Muffin. Nice one lads. Talking to Cutmaster Swift was a laugh, I told him the tale of the first time I got on stage to rap (which was at one of his gigs when I was 15), which I posted on this very blog a little while back, and which you can read right ----> HERE <----Overall it was all good; just a shame that some of these American acts still think they can get away with palming off lacklustre performances on UK crowds. Bait.

Me & Jonzi D. As you can see, I'm rocking a Starter cap, POLO tee and a vintage Early 90's Tommy Hilfiger Jacket. Real.


Big Dave and Bigger Alex Young


EPMD 'rocking' the stage


The Gaff


Props to Lil' Tika on the photography. Cheers babygirl x

And this was probably my EPMD highlight of the night -

EPMD Now Stands For.....

...... Enlish Possibly Might DIE





Gimme an hour or 5.

Initial EPMD Gig Review

I'm drunk and high. But really, they should have put this up as the flier for tonight:



I chose the 'Double Limited Edition' cover.

Spent most of the set saying "Oh damn, we got to bounce soon"

Fuck that

For real

Do a good live show

I still had a dope night with Lil' Tika & TEXT though, it's all good

The Come Down

I'm still suffering from the after effects of performing at rave in Bristol on Saturday night with Stig Of The Dump, DJ Manipulate, Jam Baxter, Dirty Dike, London Zoo and the special guest Big Leaf Dog. I know I promised a 'Team Hate Road Trip Memory' but theres a couple of problems with that....firstly I'm in no fit state to do anything right now due to feeling like Chris Walken in The Deer Hunter (see above) and B) Some spineless piece of shit jacked my camera and ran on Saturday night (see? My life IS real). Luckily, all of the photos on there have been backed up apart from the ones taken that night. Truth be told, I don't really care about the camera as it is a simple, replaceable possession. The photographs however are NOT replaceable so if by any MIRACLE the person out there who very bravely stole my shit reads this, get me the memory card back at least, if not the camera as well. Truth being told, I'd like to make this exchange in person so I could pay you back by slapping the fucking taste out of your mouth before breaking whatever is left of your wretched, virtually non existent spine.

Anyway. It could be karmic retribution. Maybe. But I can't be talking all that deep shit right now.

I will soon be regaling you good people with other stories though, along with all the other shit that I normally talk, so stay tuned.

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Last Night....

...I Had a wicked time at this



I forgot to take my camera to take photoids. Oh well. I had actually stayed up until 11am that morning getting smashed so its a miracle I made it out of bed, into the shower and to the joint (thanks babe). It was incredibly busy.

There were 500 of these, for free -


I bought one of these, for a tenner -


And hooked up with a lot of cool people that I have either seen recently, or in a few cases, not for a few years or more. It were well good it were. Big up Scott Move and my main man Alex Young, whose incredible artwork can be viewed on his website HERE. He also just happens to have done all the artwork for my LP, so look out for that. Please. Thank you.

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I am Hungoverrrrr

Dilla Tribute Jam. Amazing.

I'm not a 'bandwagon jumper'. Don't even get me started on that shit. I been down since day dot. Anyway, I've never been to a Dilla tribute gig before but I did go to this joint at The Scala tonight, mainly due to the fact it was my Wiz's girl's bornday (if I'm being honest). However, the simple fact is this; it might just have been the best Hip Hop jam I've ever been to. In my life. No shit. I'm too lean to keep chatting on it but needless to say I'll hit you up with the scoop tomorrow when I'm sober. Dilla didn't change my life, honestly, but this tribute gig for him tonight did, for real. The joints all banged and everybody was bugging out, dancing, going nuts. Real ill. His MUM was there. Ma Dukes. She was there! Got on the mic and everything. It was mad. Real real crazy shit fam wooooowwwww

I got video. I'll hit you up soon. RIP Dilla though, still.

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Biggie Smalls

RIP Manute Bol

Rhyme Date : The RAP Up (LOLZ!!)

So, on tuesday night just gone as I've no doubt already told you on countless occasions I was A) Pretending to be Hunter S Thompson and B) entering the annual, Valentines edition of Brighton's premier Hip Hop open mic night (12 years running and counting - surely one of the longest running in the UK?), the aptly titled 'Rhyme Date' at Slip Jam B. The premise is pretty simple; its basically Blind Date, but with rhymes. Absolute fucking genius. Let me introduce you to the hosts, the two and only Killa Black (brilliantly played by Tom Hines) and the honey voiced, ladies-choice-to-get-moist.... Golden Graham (Big Tyni Da Instigator).




There are, of course, a couple of other key elements in organising such an incredible event, namely a bunch of horny, affection craving and attention starved contestants and, obviously, a pretty young lady to ask the questions that every dateless loser out there wants to know the answer to. Allow me to introduce -

The contestants (you only really need worry about the suave looking brer with the Lo shirt on)


...And the lovely young Jennifer Linden, intent on separating the wheat from the chaff (or as I prefer, the heat from the fraff) with her carefully selected stack of mind boggling brain teasers.


Unfortunately I was completely and utterly spacked out of my tiny mind from the moment I stepped into the spot and I literally can't remember a god damn thing (re: my 5 day intoxicant extravaganza). What actually happened is anyones guess, although I can safely reassure you that I managed to win said contest, valiantly disposing of the other entrants with my wit, charm, charisma and sheer freestyle rhyming skill, bagging the chick and generally being an absolute hero (although I honestly wish that I could remember at least a little bit of it all). Truth be told I have a horrible feeling that I was woefully average on the night, but I beat 4 other dudes so it can't have been that bad. There'll be video popping up sooner or later in which you'll all be able to see how absolutely fucked I was. Good times. I think.



And here is a flick of the 'happy couple'. Of course the main problem with me winning this contest is that the prize is a date with the young lady in question, and seeing how I already have a girlfriend (holla boo!) I obviously had to decline the kind offer. I believe that young Jennifer will be using the free food and booze to entertain a friend of her choice, male OR female. Choice is a great thing.



I'm pretty sure Jenny was absolutely gutted that she couldn't have the date with me though. Here's a flick of me shortly after my triumphant display of Shakespearean prose. I mean, what woman wouldn't want to chill with the god body Big Dave? Especially when I be looking this good. Daily.


Now, having proved myself as a lothario of the highest possible calibre in person, don't forget you can head over to my bandcamp HERE to pick up that good Willy Emotion EP 'Heart Shaped Glocks', just in time for Valentines Day. Go get your wiz/man something to jam to while you bump uglies. Lets go.

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It's A New Day

My 5 day bender (pause) is over, for now. I'll be back later with the heat fo yo asses. I'm currently off to get interviewed for this UK Lo Lifes documentary, so I'm fresh dipped in a lot of Polo. Its just a shame that I'm sweating the last 5 days of drugs and booze into it.

Laters.

Best Weekend Ever

Many apologies for my lack of witticisms, I have just returned from an utterly destructive 5 day bender (no homo) that began on Friday night and ended this morning. Needless to say I am a drooling wreck and too far gone to give you anything of interest to read, but I will be back on it tomorrow with all of the gusto and panache you have come to expect from me.

Highlights included -

Completely irresponsible drug and alcohol intake
Seeing many good friends who I had not had the chance to link with in a while
Pretty much finishing off both the 'Rap Aint Real' and 'Cold Lazarus' LPs
Winning the 'Rhyme Date' contest at Slipjam B
Completely irresponsible drug and alcohol intake

... And many more. I just can't actually remember yet. I'll be back tomorrow with some shit fo yo ass.

The Disappearing Act - My Life Is Real

*DISCLAIMER - I've been a bit wayward the last few days. Do forgive my pigeon style writing and general lack of pop. It'll come back. Just not for a couple days haha*

Peace all, As some of you may recall, on Friday night I went and hooked up with an oooooooold friend that I hadn't seen in a while in East London for a few bevvies. Of course, a few bevvies turned into a few thousand bevvies which then inevitably led to, shall we say, 'extra curricular' intoxicants coming into play. They say a picture paints a thousand words, so take our friend Raekwon 'The Chef' For example.





The debauchery begins roughly around 6pm on Friday night. I'm home by 9.30am on saturday morning, still drinking whiskey, packing my bag for Brighton. I get to Brighton about 13.30pm Saturday, immediately head round to 184's crib, and it goes like this -






Which, predictably, left me feeling slightly blurry. I must admit, the rest of Saturday night is a bit of a mystery, but I know I did hook up with Hines and hit the pub. Sunday I woke up at 4pm (oh the shame) but still managed to drag my sorry carcass out of bed to hit up Scizzahz' studio and FINISH MY RAP AINT REAL LP. Exclusives coming soon so keep 'em peeled for that. Anyway, the time at Sciz', followed by another trip to 184's to retrieve my phone charger essentially led to this sort of behaviour -






I managed to make it back to my holiday home in one piece though thankfully, albeit a few brain cells lighter but with a completed (and, if I do say so myself, rather dope sounding) LP in my pocket. I'm supposed to be getting the train back to LDN today but thought fuck that as its Brighton's premier open mic night, Slipjam B, on tuesday and I havent had a good old spit in a fair few months. Plus its the 'Rhyme Date' version so I can show all and sundry how I'm mad smooth like Big Daddy Kane and Oran 'Juice' Jones.



Stay tuned for further updates my peoples (if Im with it enough to type it), brand new shit coming soon, album previews on the way. Holla at me.

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