La Marina was mine way before Fabolous, Jay & Bey, or Leo DiCaprio had an inkling of what it would be, but then again, many places from LES to Dyckman have been that way. Actually, many places from East Williamsburg (Bushwick) all the way over to the West Coast have been that way in my life. You have to remember that at some point in everybody’s life they have all been inspired by someone else; someone more knowledgeable, someone more experienced, someone more daring. Anyway, I had my birthday there before they officially opened, and Fab was one of my invited guests that year…
Friends in this industry are just a bonus” — Ken “Duro” Ifill.
Fab has no idea who Cyrus Pavel is. He has never heard of that pen name and no reason to have. I was born in NYC, raised in the Pink Houses of East New York back in a time when Brooklyn was a place that many of you readers here would have been robbed for stepping in. I actually thought about using the word “mugged” instead of “robbed”, but as any NYPD officer with 20+ years in would tell you, there is a difference. Let’s start off with the definition of a “Pachanga“. A “Pachanga” is a traitor. The kind that our American History books consider a Benedict Arnold. Throughout the history of humanity, there have been several “Pachangas”, think Judas Iscariot from one of our oldest scriptures, right?
A thug changes And love changes, And best friends become strangers.”
Centuries and Millennia later, a young prophet from Brooklyn puts out a song titled similarly to a modern-day Judas calling it: Pachangas. Pachangas by Fabolous deals with the turncoats of life. The everyday friends and loves that cross the line into enemy territory by proving loyalty only to themselves. People that get so caught up in their own hype and moments, that they forget their humble beginnings altogether. Suddenly, the moments when they couldn’t spare a dime, yet you looked out for them become forgotten and erased. Things that you recall with full detail become disregarded in full denial. Cars you gave them rides in, money you made one another look great with, and fights that you settled or took on for them go completely unrecognized…. Pachangas is a song that deals more with the shock of how easily people will let you down, than with the characteristics of the people that will always let you down. It is a song that is more about how hurt someone is from being let down, than the actual traitors themselves because:
When you lose a friend, it’s hard to handle the loss.”
A Pachanga is a girl that you loved with all of your heart and slid with your best friend, whom you thought would always have your back. A Pachanga is the best friend that pointed you out in the lineup, even though he knew you had less to do with the situation at-hand than he did. A Pachanga is the family member that wants you to taste the glass of wine that they believe could be poisonous..
Yo, everything ain’t love love, cause if it is
My definition of love must differ his.”
My point? A Pachanga is someone that will always break your heart.
Fifteen years, fifteen years!
And now when we say “what’s up” the shit seem weird?”
So, if you have had your heart broken by the shock of what someone you gave all of your love could do to you, then this is a song for you. It’s a song that you will appreciate and find hidden gems in, and, it is a song that if you like or love Fabolous, you will see a lot of his personal life spread throughout. A rare commodity in a day and age where artists love to expose too many sides of themselves, unnecessarily.
To Loso: you need more real gunners and bad guys around you again. —Cyrus Pavel
What you lookin’ at? You all a bunch of fuckin’ assholes. You know why? You don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be? You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin’ fingers and say, “That’s the bad guy.” So… what that make you? Good? You’re not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don’t have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Come on. Make way for the bad guy. There’s a bad guy comin’ through! Better get outta his way! – Tony Montana
Honorable Mention to my fellow: Brooklynites.