Back in '04, through the school committee, we'd volunteered to work some party for San Francisco Fashion Week (LOL!), and had to get DJ Jazzy Jeff a bucket of chicken for his backstage rider. He didn't touch much of the bucket, so we stole a buncha pieces, and if you know me, you know I can't contain myself when it comes to friend chicken.
Word to Norma Robinson.
Now my homie is bouncing with her hubby to make moves in Australia. Gonna miss her.
Ciao, for now babe!

-Mike Baker the Bike Maker

1 comment:
gonna miss you too, kid.
dang, that was the start of everything. next year i was in the shows and met janice dickenson and even THAT didn't come close to our adventure! i think we booked it from north beach to the fillmore or something like that in search of a kfc. shoulda just got popeye's, mebbe he'd have tasted the chix!
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