https://ralphhardy.wordpress.com is now over…
EVERYBODY SAY AWW!
Better yet… It’s dormant… I may come back to it… *shifty dog eyes*
Blogspot is such the in ting but….
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY…
See you there.
I’m all about giving props where it’s due.
I can’t get around the fact that some artists self proclaim themselves to be on a level where the people that help them aren’t worth the gratitude or even a mere name drop to keep everyone happy.
Chipmunk by all means of the phrase is a good artist but whether it’s a management thing or by his own desgretion, doesn’t acknowledge the people he works with.
1st it was Emelie Sande who the public had to search for to get a name… Now it’s Dayo.
One of the Urban Development Vocal Collective members sang the hook for ‘Oopsy Daisy’… But who knew?!
Props to Ms. D
Check her on her Myspace
She’s not even unattractive to not feature in the video. Damn industry.
I’m not gonna pie finger like Will…
I’m not gonna par any one like Sian…
I’m not gonna take a picture so it can last longer like Tasha…
I’m not gonna keep it minimal like Charles…
I’m not gonna be out of the loop like Julie…
BUT what I will say:
IF ANYONE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE IN THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS FOR ANY REASON I’M GOING TO BUSSA BUSS FLIP MODE AND LITERALLY CLEAR EVERY MEMORY I HAVE OF EVERYTHING AND REBOOT MY EVERYTHING WITH YOU.
Please… I’m saying please… What ever relationship we have and you see flaws in it i.e. YOU, please… PLEASE correct it as it’s not cool. You know it’s not cool. It’s tainted. It’s making my chest and head feel as if Ted Sprague managed to put his hand through me.
There’s no indies. It’s an observation many should take heed of.
I performed at ILUVLIVE’s open mic session.
I won the ILUVLIVE open mic session.
I’m opening ILUVLIVE on the 21st.
This is how I’m preparing for it…
Way past pen and paper. Like I said, if you can’t laugh at yourself…
I don’t even want to revisit my recent escapade with the floor on the Piccadilly platform at S. Kensington. Please don’t ask.
On a note totally not orbiting me
INDUSTRY TAKEOVER… STRATFORD CIRCUS… 8TH OF OCTOBER… BE THERE!
Oh yeah… I forgot to mention…
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I’m hungry. Let me go eat and drink water before I relive the un-relivable.
*Learning curve ball thrown. Let me gravitate to peace*
This still made me laugh in spite of my recent illness.
Man up Ralph
My parody is coming soon…
The title of the post is today’s date even though ALL the madness happened yesterday
I’m getting all the “HAHAHAHAH RALPH YOUR A DAN GAR GAN FOR THAT” today.
BARE THINGS WENT DOWN to say the least.
Let me kick it off from the beginning *duh*. Forgive me if I miss out chunks… I only do so ‘cus it wasn’t that interesting. I LIED!
Raph and Gary came my house so we could find a house.
We went to Finsbury Park to catch the express train to Hatfield.
Sidebar: Money is a par. We should all trade stuff we own for ‘newer’ stuff. Money is a par.
Me and Raph didn’t budget enough for the journey HENCE why we bought adult return tickets to POTTERS BAR instead of HATFIELD thinking ‘yeah man we’re safe until we get there…. Minor… There’s no barriers in Hatfield’. Raph… You told me AIR! Raph failed.
‘Gazza’ bought a return ticket to Hatfield BUT it was a child ticket. KAI!
We all joked about who is more F’d for what ticket they bought but in reality, Gaz got NICED!
No inspectors came on. Jeff
We got to Hatfield now, all smiles and laughs, until we got SLAPPED in the face by a big fat closed barrier. No stush big mama.
AWAITING us, as if they had nicca vision, was two AF inspector men waiting to par it. Parring it PARRRRRRRRR!
Gaz put his ticket in and RAPH went behind him. Pause.
They didn’t make me aware of their plans. Safe you mudda sucking smucks.
Now it’s the show down
I had to get to the other side of the barrier with no ticket. It sounds easy on paper….
BASICALLY I gave him the shoulder then the weights and barged my way through. It was out of character but £20 fine?!!!?
He didn’t completely lose doh…
THAT IS MY VAN’S SHIRT! MY FAVORITE CHECKERED SHIRT! HENCE WHY I DON’T WEAR IT A LOT (SOUNDS DUMB INIT!?) BUT HE RIPPED IT! I KNOW MY DAD CAN STITCH THAT ONE TIME BUT NAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… KARMA KNOWS MY LAST NAME!
Got into Hatfield now. Waited a while. Went to the 1st and only viewing.
The ‘house’ was… Was….
I’ll let you know if we got the place in the end later BUT back to the ting tings.
I got back to LON now and caught up with Roses Gabor for an interview you should see on the blog and in LIVE magazine or the Urban Development site possibly. You know them unsure ones there *say it n proper English… JOKES!… It sounds like a Shocka bar*
Time flew and Rachel joined us. Moments later a swift walk to Bar Rumba for THE MAGIC TO HAPPEN!
I LUV LIVE was DEAD in the sense that numbers were low but NEVER will Ralph be in a venue and ‘nothing agwarn?!’
Semi-sidebar (hence it’s still on the topic if you dig): Ears is SICK! He left grime but not on a sellout tip. He done one tune yeah…
I dunno for the fanny pack doh…
Open mic came
There was only one guy on the list…
I told Tasha that I would write something and do it but ohhhhh she didn’t believe it… Well I didn’t but I remembered some of my ‘old’ ish and got down with my badself… HIT MEH!
TWITTER WAS POPPING OFF!
BLISS DIDN’T WANT TO BELIEEEEEEVE!
Here’s your proof…
All I need to do now to complete my career as a London musician is to get a couple hundred CDs pressed and stand outside footlocker with Mike GLC.
I’m HAPPY I can do stuff like this and feel no way about it. It’s a par if you can’t even go shop to buy credit… What type of life is that star!?
I had bare fun with the police click whats next thingy bob that’s on Youtube (that I can’t seem to find now) but Hammer has come with his own.
I had to click on Silencer’s one just to see if he was on a HYPE!
Sidebar: Hurricane Dance Remix is a vibezers.