Inside Mr. Brainwash Lab
Last week I heard Drake was performing at a secret location. His agent told me he was to perform at midnight in an abandoned building on Labrea. Right away I knew that it had to be the mysterious MBW Lab.
It’s James Ransone and his beauty. Last awards season I set PJ up with an audition to accept Banksy’s Academy Award for Exit Through the Gift Shop. It was to be a gag to see if Banksy would really show his face or not. PJ didn’t get the role and Banksy didn’t win the Oscar. Both disappointing events.
Inside MBW Lab was a wheatpaste of Keith Richards. No one ever said Theirry was original.
Around the corner was the second biggest guitar player and (ex) drug addict - Slash. The red paint didn’t scare me.
I knew I would see her again and I am sure it won’t be the last. I absolutely love this girl.
I don’t get this – but it actually was a working part of the sound system – or is it art?
Little signs of what is coming for the MBW exhibit?
Drake took the stage next, but I couldn’t find my girl Serena.
That’s Turtle on diet pills.
Busta Rhymes and his hired bodyguard to protect him from Q-tip.
Can’t go unless you’ve got all access.
Einstein is genius – fool!