MIAMI ONTHE ROOF 7-31-03

Woke up and wandered over to this little Cuban diner a few blocks away. I like the little ethnic greasy spoons and a majority of the time prefer them to the tourist trap cookie-cutter bullshit food chains that pop-up in vacation spots. I had a Cuban style hamburger, and some epinalias.

Met up with the crew and we wandered around some streets that sort of work out like an outdoor mall. I needed a shirt, but the best I could find was a New York Yankees t-shirt. Not that I'm a big fan of the Yankees, but it said New York across the front, and I felt like representing NY, rather than some touristy "I went to Miami" type shirt like the crap I picked up in MAUI a few years back because I thought it would be funny. I bought this shirt out of necessity.

At least I'd have a shirt I could wear to the clubs that hadn't already been through days of drinking, sweat, and debauchery. We got back to the hotel and the guys were all psyched to do the show. We cleaned up, I went to the barbershop down the block and got my head shaped up. This barber had a stack of Maxim a mile high, and if I were to go through them, I could have assembled a portfolio of my work from his pile alone.

After the trim, we loaded into the truck and started heading down to the Television Studio, being that they pretape these things and air them at night it was still early in the afternoon. As we drove Tony popped a CD of just the beat for Petrified into the CD player as Shice and Misery sang along to it in prep for singing it live in just a few short hours.

We got to the lot, parked, entered the building and were cleared by Security. Everyone was speaking Spanish so Tony and I were walking around basically like confused children following Shice and Misery down corridors of walls lined with posters of all the many shows on Mun2 and Telemundo.

Apparently, both networks are located in this building. We went wherever Shice and Misery went (being that they can speak Spanish enough to get by) and we knew Jack Shit of Spanish. We were led to the green room where we were given free range of the mini fridge full of soda, and iced tea cans, so we all indulged.

Shice and Misery were now both suited up to perform. Misery was wearing his shirt Gawsie Athletek had given him for the performance, and Shice was wearing the Ecko Gear Ecko gave him for his performance. The musicians who were on the show prior to The Roof came in and shook Shice's hand and they all talked in fast Spanish. Shice and Misery were ushered out to get make-up and were back in less than five minutes. I snapped some pictures when they got back. They were more excited than nervous I think, but they were both on the edge of their seat with anticipation. They were getting bombarded by phone calls from their friends and families and eventually had to turn off their cells cause it was making them more nervous than they needed to be.

A woman who was one of the VJ's on one of the other shows on Mun2 came in and introduced herself to us and wanted to meet Shice.



They chatted a bit and she left. We sat in this little room watching the a little TV as the show began to start. It seemed to go on and on forever as time seems to do when you are anticipating something. Stagehands stopped in the room periodically to let us know that the guys would be going on in a few minutes, they did this about 5 times. Finally about 45 minutes into the show they came back into the green room and said "this is it, you're going on in two" and led them out.

Tony and I were brought into the set through the back doors to stand and watch from off camera. Now, if you haven't seen "The Roof" it's a show that's supposed to take place on a Roof of a building, in what I assume is Manhattan. The set looks like a rooftop I guess, and when they welcome a performer to the roof, they first show footage of the performer coming up the stairs to the roof. This is what they were prefilming now, although Shice and Misery were actually walking up a set of stairs that led to the floor above the floor we were actually on and it would be spliced together later to make it look like they were actually coming up the stairs and arriving on "The Roof."

A lot of other station employees also wanted to watch so Tony and I made room as the entire area behind the cameras filled up with spectators. The performance started with a close up of the Vinyl Album cover I drew and pulled back to show Shice and Misery, the song started and before you know it they were laying down the lines into the mics and tearing the place up.

There were crazy lighting effects and some of the show's dancers (Reminiscent of the In Living Color fly girls) were doing their thing in the background while the guys spit. When the song ended the host of the show came on set and did a little post performance interview with Shice. The segment ended and the guys came off stage. I filmed most of it from behind the cameras with my own Sony Minicam until my film ran out just at the beginning of the post performance interview. That's when I just stood there and watched from the sidelines.

We exited the set and then the building. The guys were on a total high, and as we did we ran into Julissa Bermudez (The host of The Roof) in the lot. We asked her if she wanted to chill and hit the clubs with us, but she turned out to only be 19!

We shot home and went straight to Shice's hotel room to watch the show as it aired on TV a few hours later. We watched the show in real time, and the guys were overwhelmed with pride. Whooping, hoots, hollers, cheers and high fives all around. We decided to head back over to Wet Willie's to celebrate, where we were also set to meet up with my boy BUGALOO. We pounded a few of the frozen drinks and got many recurrences of brain freeze in the doing. When it got late enough Buga pulled up in his sweet little black convertible.

Just another day in the life of an Art Juggernaut.

-Cojo

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