Ya boi is pooped. Clearly, some things happened here, as detailed by the magic moving image displayed. But let’s get a recap in. Quick Review: - Performed a small surprise set at Webster Hall - Met/Chilled with Monte for the first time (spoiler alert: he’s tight) - Got a DOPE Airbnb for the week with the homies Eli, Mart and Patches. - Planned to film a video with Lauren, but got distracted (she’s cute, I couldn’t help it) - Had Good Bubble Tea - Had Shitty Bubble Tea - Filmed a new Goodie Bag Episode - Made music with Yo Fu + Daye (new homies are some of the best homies) - Saw Kimbra live and had a super quick chat with her (side note: I love that woman) - Got stranded by Greyhound AGAIN (seriously, fuck them) OOF. For a vacation trip, this was definitely jammed packed. And somehow still super chill. The only thing that really made me mad was that it was cold, then windy, then snowy, and then a perfect 75º. Only to change it’s mind and be super snowy the next day. Like, no, New York, I came here to get awayyyyyyy. But I digress. You see, New York is my second home. That used to be literal not too long ago. When I was a kid, I lived half of my year with my mom, somewhere in the Northeast Region (usually PA) and the other half with my dad in New York. When I was with dad, if I wasn’t at home, I was walking around Harlem or scaring myself half to death in the Bronx. Or maybe visiting family in Brooklyn and Queens. And there definitely wasn’t a shortage of family. My entire dad’s side immigrated from South America (we’re a Guyanese people) and settled all over the place, but mostly down the east coast. And because of that, I’ve been inundated with aunties and uncles and cousins and “cousins” living in the city my whole life. Nowadays, most of my family is elsewhere. Some members are still in NYC, but for the most part we’re kinda scattered. So going back this time was completely independent and a brand new experience for me. If you’ve ever gone back to revisit a place you’ve been from years ago, you know it’s either exactly the same or completely different. In this case, NYC was a whole new, exciting beast. I’ve been here for a weekend shows and whatnot over the years, but this trip was the first time back for an extended time, and I really liked it. It’s like playing a remastered version of your favorite game, and I wish I had more time there. Partly because I wish I could redeem myself for not mentioning that I’m a musician to Kimbra (I did tell everyone else in the band though, lol) and partly because I think I actually may make that the home base. I can’t compare it to LA just yet, because I haven’t had a proper experience there yet, but New York didn’t blindside me with anything I hadn’t experienced. I know it. I’m comfortable with it. If it weren’t UNGODLY EXPENSIVE to live there, I’d probably already be there, honestly. Because one day, UNGODLY EXPENSIVE won’t actually be that bad. We’ll see won’t we? - naji

Ya boi is pooped. Clearly, some things happened here, as detailed by the magic moving image displayed. But let’s get a recap in.

Quick Review:

- Performed a small surprise set at Webster Hall

- Met/Chilled with Monte for the first time (spoiler alert: he’s tight)

- Got a DOPE Airbnb for the week with the homies Eli, Mart and Patches.

- Planned to film a video with Lauren, but got distracted (she’s cute, I couldn’t help it)

- Had Good Bubble Tea

- Had Shitty Bubble Tea

- Filmed a new Goodie Bag Episode

- Made music with Yo Fu + Daye (new homies are some of the best homies)

- Saw Kimbra live and had a super quick chat with her (side note: I love that woman)

- Got stranded by Greyhound AGAIN (seriously, fuck them)

OOF. For a vacation trip, this was definitely jammed packed. And somehow still super chill. The only thing that really made me mad was that it was cold, then windy, then snowy, and then a perfect 75º. Only to change it’s mind and be super snowy the next day. Like, no, New York, I came here to get awayyyyyyy. But I digress.

You see, New York is my second home. That used to be literal not too long ago. When I was a kid, I lived half of my year with my mom, somewhere in the Northeast Region (usually PA) and the other half with my dad in New York. When I was with dad, if I wasn’t at home, I was walking around Harlem or scaring myself half to death in the Bronx. Or maybe visiting family in Brooklyn and Queens. And there definitely wasn’t a shortage of family. My entire dad’s side immigrated from South America (we’re a Guyanese people) and settled all over the place, but mostly down the east coast. And because of that, I’ve been inundated with aunties and uncles and cousins and “cousins” living in the city my whole life. Nowadays, most of my family is elsewhere. Some members are still in NYC, but for the most part we’re kinda scattered. So going back this time was completely independent and a brand new experience for me.

If you’ve ever gone back to revisit a place you’ve been from years ago, you know it’s either exactly the same or completely different. In this case, NYC was a whole new, exciting beast. I’ve been here for a weekend shows and whatnot over the years, but this trip was the first time back for an extended time, and I really liked it. It’s like playing a remastered version of your favorite game, and I wish I had more time there. Partly because I wish I could redeem myself for not mentioning that I’m a musician to Kimbra (I did tell everyone else in the band though, lol) and partly because I think I actually may make that the home base. I can’t compare it to LA just yet, because I haven’t had a proper experience there yet, but New York didn’t blindside me with anything I hadn’t experienced. I know it. I’m comfortable with it. If it weren’t UNGODLY EXPENSIVE to live there, I’d probably already be there, honestly. Because one day, UNGODLY EXPENSIVE won’t actually be that bad.

We’ll see won’t we?

- naji

This picture was taken on the way to LA, and funnily enough sums up my reaction to it: Meh. I guess there’s always a first time for everything, isn’t there? The sentiment I was feeling at the time is hard to describe, but I’ll definitely try. Let’s start with pre-travel feelings. “OMGGGGGG, MY LIFE IS AWESOME” In all actuality, my life was/is pretty tight at the moment, but in a more low-key manner. At the time – lol, look at me talking like this wasn’t 2 months ago – I’d just gotten back from Montreal, and life was feeling good! I was home for a week, and getting ready to head back out to Baltimore, so the spirits were high but the energy was low. It was alright though, I felt like I was making definitive progress in my career, even if most of my time spent there was casual. I really wasn’t even in any of these cities for business, I was there more so to enjoy the vibes and figure out where my home base for grinding would be. ANYWAYS. As far as which moves were being made, Mona Lisa had just dropped, and was doing great! Now let’s jump forward a bit to me in LA. First impressions: This place is flat as shiet. And BIG. Oh my. Second impressions: I like the palm trees. Third Impressions: I’m hungry, but everything is so farrrrrr Fourth Impressions: What do you actually do here…? Fifth Impressions: Meh. *gasp* what is this? How could LA be meh? Well, it was for me. I mean, the events that occurred that week were tight (s/o Soulection for having me make a surprise appearance at the 6-year anniversary show), but the actual city was meh. But to be fair, I really only roamed around Koreatown, so I barely scratched the surface. I have to give it another chance. I will give it another chance. Too many homies, too many heartthrobs and too many hedonists rave about it, so there has to be SOMETHING I’m missing. Who knows.  One day I’ll be back. One day I’ll sell out a show and it’ll make LA my favorite city. Or at least, that’s the goal, right? *shrug* The ramen was tight though. - naji

This picture was taken on the way to LA, and funnily enough sums up my reaction to it: Meh. I guess there’s always a first time for everything, isn’t there? The sentiment I was feeling at the time is hard to describe, but I’ll definitely try.

Let’s start with pre-travel feelings.

“OMGGGGGG, MY LIFE IS AWESOME”

In all actuality, my life was/is pretty tight at the moment, but in a more low-key manner. At the time – lol, look at me talking like this wasn’t 2 months ago – I’d just gotten back from Montreal, and life was feeling good! I was home for a week, and getting ready to head back out to Baltimore, so the spirits were high but the energy was low. It was alright though, I felt like I was making definitive progress in my career, even if most of my time spent there was casual. I really wasn’t even in any of these cities for business, I was there more so to enjoy the vibes and figure out where my home base for grinding would be. ANYWAYS. As far as which moves were being made, Mona Lisa had just dropped, and was doing great!


Now let’s jump forward a bit to me in LA.

First impressions: This place is flat as shiet. And BIG. Oh my.

Second impressions: I like the palm trees.

Third Impressions: I’m hungry, but everything is so farrrrrr

Fourth Impressions: What do you actually do here…?

Fifth Impressions: Meh.


*gasp* what is this? How could LA be meh? Well, it was for me. I mean, the events that occurred that week were tight (s/o Soulection for having me make a surprise appearance at the 6-year anniversary show), but the actual city was meh. But to be fair, I really only roamed around Koreatown, so I barely scratched the surface. I have to give it another chance. I will give it another chance. Too many homies, too many heartthrobs and too many hedonists rave about it, so there has to be SOMETHING I’m missing. Who knows. 

One day I’ll be back. One day I’ll sell out a show and it’ll make LA my favorite city. Or at least, that’s the goal, right? *shrug*


The ramen was tight though.


- naji