I want to start by thanking everybody that came out last Saturday to the Party-Jam Gros Chilling with Action Bronson and the mooks. It was a memorable night, for many different reasons. The science is simple. You have LOOKOUT bringing that quality entertainment, Off The Hook Radio providing pyrotechnics, making sure people know what’s good for them and the Mook Life degenerates stunt managing on every level. This fail-proof recipe delivered in more ways than one, ensuring that everyone in attendance left satisfied and with a gourmet sandwich, just in case the munchies kicked in right after the show. This is how it all went down.

When we promise something, you best believe we’ll deliver (I know that some of you mooks are waiting for packages in the mail and I promise I will send them out ASAP). So, when you heard that there was going to be free sandwiches, it was no joke. We got baller cheese, that quality prosciutto, and the best salami that Metro has to offer. You mooks think we actually spent 400$ on them shits? Fuck no. Remember what I just said in my last post about encouraging your local thieves by purchasing stolen goods? Big shout out to Ceos. You really pulled through on this one, homie! Much respect.

It’s only right we start the evening with a giant spliff of PK. I wanted Action to break down the rolling science behind them signature long-ass blunts you see him rocking in the videos, but the dep next to the crib was all out of Phillies. Not only that, he told us that he no longer rolls blunts, ’cause they are heavy on the throat and it fucks with his performance. Although he was more then happy to show us the technique anyway, we had to keep things moving, so we headed out to get a bite.

Cut through the alleyway and leave a few jewels behind.

A last-minute reservation for eight at Au Pied de Cochon on a Saturday night proved difficult to obtain, even with the best connections, so we hit The Main. It’s far from being on the same level but, in my opinion, it’s the deli that best represents real Montreal gastronomy.

To me, this is what it’s all about. Good weed, good food, good people celebrating life and the great things that we get to experience while we live it up. Everything that comes after is extra. If it so happens that you can make money doing what you love, well, then you have it made, my friend.

Big shout out to SMART crew. If you’ve set foot anywhere in NY in the past few years you would probably agree when I say that they have shit on smash, from stickers to street level pieces.

Action had mentioned that he wanted to possibly cop some new sneakers, so we took a quick trip to SUB V. Dude told me that he used to have more then 700 pairs or something ridiculous like that. I was happy to hear that New Balance was on the top of his list ’cause as you mooks know, I’m a big New Balance supporter.

Two pairs of Vans and a few tags later, Action was ready to catch some Z’s before the show. Shit, he wasn’t the only one. All this smoking and eating had me craving for some couch time. But, the show won’t run itself, so we headed back to the base of operation to finish up before heading toward the venue.

Back at the ranch, Graine and Tron handled these sandwiches like chinks at an assembly line. Big shout out to Tron for that super official mayo blend. Shit was banging.

For real, it took Guilty 69 minutes to put on his new Vans ’cause of all the mooks harassing him every 2 seconds on the phone for free guest list to the show. I’m going to put it like this: the whole “I’m broke” excuse is a bunch of bullshit. If you can’t afford 15$ for a quality show that took your “friends” mad money and effort to put together, then maybe you got your priorities all fucked up and should not be chilling in the first place. Also, last time I checked, none of us owe anything to anybody as far as this hustle goes, so don’t get all salty and start talking shit when you can’t get on the GL. Just ’cause you go on the site every day or you did a few tags with Guilty a couple of years ago does not automatically give you a free pass whenever LOOKOUT or Mook Life throws an event. Also, take note that Guilty might be your buddy, but this is his full-time job. When a show flops, I don’t see any of you mooks giving him money to make up for all the free guest lists he handed out. Although I respect the hustle and always try to get on the GL myself or even fake stamps if needed, I also actively promote the people around me, free of charge, purely out of love. I don’t expect anything in return and I sure ass hell don’t get mad when the GL is not given. I mean, I know we are all mooks and I can’t hate on a mook for trying but sometimes, it’s straight disrespectful.

All sorts of epic graffiti all over the bootleg 5 x 5 foot dressing room.

You best believe this wall finna get raped by the end of the night.

Much love to DJ BuddaBlaze. Not only did he bring half of the rez to the jam, he held it down on the ones and twos while double-fisting double drinks. Many years in the game, homie.

Some of you mooks might be familiar with my dude Full Course already. Long story short, this guy will eat your food and bang your shorty on the strength of his new album. Much love to LABNOISE. You might just catch a super-mooked out cameo with the team in his upcoming video. If anybody wants a hard copy of his CD, you can get it at SUB V.

First, all the mooks got a turn, then Action came through with his DJ/Producer Tommy Mas as well as his manager, the legendary Dante Ross, and left their mark on society, not in society.

When we said that staff members were going to catch some hands inside, once again, I was not talking shit.

Just a word of advice to dumb bitches who like to heckle and talk shit to the man on stage holding the mic: you will get dissed and aired out in front a large crowd if the man holding the mic is CeasRock. After he handled that, he was on fire, B. Pure flames. Just look at him.

Ceasr ain’t no stranger to this. He had the crowed hyped like Australians the day the Infrared Air Max 90s got re-released.

Queens shit. That real rap, homie. None of this relationship drama rap these faggots be putting out nowadays. I want to hear about hookers, cheeba, violence and larger-than-life situations that involve all sorts of good food and mook antics. If I wanted to analyze relationship problems, I would just tune into my personal life.

It wasn’t long before mooks started getting out of hand and, next thing you know, you have some drunken lifer on stage, rocking a leather Avirex jacket from 2003, screaming shit on the mic that none of us could understand.

I’ve seen many mooks attempt to climb on stage so they could rock with the performers and most of the time they just end up getting tossed off, or simply kicked in the face before they even get a chance to climb up. I was happy that Action embraced the mookness and let the guy rock with him for a couple of songs. Thats some real shit right there.

Just look at those two dudes in front. Last time I seen someone this happy was when my boy found out he was not the father. I mean, shit, there ain’t one person not smiling in this picture. I’m sure one of you mooks can back me up in the comments when I say that Bronson is a top-notch performer. No back vocals, no hypeman, simply raw energy and pure talent right here. Plus, every word was crystal clear. Not many rap shows deliver such luxuries.

A gang of mooks rushed the stage. Next thing you know, it’s raining prosciutto. You heard me right. When was the last time you went to a show where they made it rain prosciutto? Oh yeah, never.

This can’t be life. Look at that piece of prosciutto flying through the air, ever so graceful and elegant. Mook dreams are made of these.

Throwing cold cuts was just not good enough, so Jesus Rice decided to blow up some fireworks for the grand finale. I’m not going to front, I was really scared the place was going to burn down.

Someone ended up eating these two pieces at the end of the night. True story.

Much love to Action, Mas and Dante for rolling through Montreal and delivering an amazing show. I hope you guys enjoyed your mooked-out experience in Real City.

This sandwich was well-deserved. The man that made it all happen. I can’t give Guilty and the whole LOOKOUT squad enough props for all their hard work. Looking forward to collaborating on future jams. You guys bring the good music and we will ensure people leave going “Whoa, I can’t believe I just witnessed this epic mookness”.

I think one of the people who enjoyed this show the most was the sound man. He came to see me on three different occasions to shake my hand and let me know how fucking awesome the show was. When we did the sound check, he told me he was kind of worried about the whole crowd and vibe or what not due to bad experiences with other hiphop shows at the venue. At the end of the show, he would not leave me alone. I think he told me that he really, really, really, really liked it more then 69 times.

At this point, most people are already in bed or on their way to it. Not Joris. This mook danced his ass off for two hours after the fact. The owner of the spot was giving out free shots, sparking spliffs left and right. How could a mook resist, right?

Smash, then eat her sandwich.

Fuck yeah… free sandwiches. Lets be real, folks: when was the last time you got a free gourmet sandwich after the show? Usually, you get attacked with flyers for upcoming events when you step out the venue. Not us: we give food. Hope you enjoyed. I know I did, those sandwiches were bomb.

What’s cooler then eating free sandwiches while smoking weed and looking at douchebags get into fights outside the club across the street? Doing all of that while shooting roman candles at them. The Mook Life: do you live it?

Big shout out to Ryley for this nice little video recap from the show.Also, shout out to Tronr for the dope black-and-white flicks. You can peep his Tumblr right here.

Jesus Rice: On a sadder note, the whole Mook-Life team would like to pay their respects to Matt “Dutch” Garner of EscapeMTL, who passed away last Friday. Dutch was a pillar in our hiphop scene and was responsible for some of the greatest shows and acts to roll through our fine city. Having the same drive and objective as us to put Montreal on the map and move things forward in a positive manner, he showed us love from Day 1, and we showed it right back unconditionally. The last time I saw him was at the Action Bronson show. In true Mook fashion we were both drunk and living life to its fullest potential, embracing the good times as we celebrated the night away. I even managed to sneak his bottle of Hennessy into the club for him and enjoyed sharing one last glass of cognac before setting up the bootleg pyrotechnics show. Our city will never be the same and we’ve lost one of our most valuable soldiers this month. We live this Mook Life for you, my friend, and will keep representing and pushing our beautiful city to the next level so that one day both of our visions will come true. Gone but never forgotten, our sympathies go out to his friends and family. Rest in peace to one of the realest humans I ever met… Matt “Dutch” Garner AKA The Duke. ( July 6th, 1982 – November 11th, 2011).