Strange Fruit Vintage will be hosting our VERY LAST Pop-Up Shop in Memphis, Tennessee in 2010. We have so much to celebrate including an amazing eight months of business, four pop-up shops, more than 20 media mentions, two fashion show appearances in Memphis and Little Rock, one Strange Fruit Vintage Fall/Winter Showcase, an 80s hip hop party and an entire city infused with a whole new appreciation for high-quality and hand-picked vintage clothes!! Thank you!
We would like to go out with a big ol' bang so we're hosting a TWO-DAY STRANGE FRUIT VINTAGE POP-UP SHOP at an unprecedented event in partnership with the Broad Ave. Arts District.
300 vintage pieces for men and women, giveaways, and I'm spinning records from my personal collection! Check out the flyer below and we'll see you November, 19th and November, 20th!!
So truth be told, I was eating in a restaurant recently and heard what sounded like the "geico commercial" song featuring my love, Michael Jackson, on the hook. So, of course I had to dig a bit to figure out what this jam was...
In 1984 a young kid named Rockwell signed to Motown Records, and with the help of Michael and Jermaine Jackson on vocals, released a chart topping song called Somebody's Watching Me.
The story goes that it wasn't until after the song peaked at number two on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1984, number one on the Billboard R&B singles chart, and number six on the UK Singles Chart that Motown CEO Berry Gordy found out that Rockwell was really his son Kennedy Gordy. Not sure just how true this is but I kinda like it so we'll roll with it.
To date, this song has been sampled or covered about nineteen times including the memorable and eary Geico commercials.
I prefer this '84 joint because Michael Jackson can even make paranoia sound smooth.
This post could be about Inspectah Deck and Masta Killa of the Wu-tang Clan who recently played the Hi-Tone in Memphis. This post could be about the five dope deejays including my homies, DJ Hush and DJ Supaman, that spun for three hours before the show. It could also be about the wickedly diverse group of music lovers who were in attendance, in spite of the pretty penny of a ticket price.
This post is about all of those things. Most importantly, it's about my brother, homey, friend, Gavin Mays ripping the place to shreds....Ladies and Gents, this is Cities Aviv. Love him or hate him and either way he wouldn't give a rats a$$. @citiesaviv on Twitter.