[…] The mud brick man did not seem nervous, but restive like a child, swivelling slightly back and forth in his chair. Immediately next to him was hip hop phenomenon Derek Forman a.k.a. D-Formed. Derek relaxed back into his chair, a heavy platinum chain sprawled across his muscled chest. His squawking, hacking laugh was bizaare given his image and reputation as a triple platinum Grammy winner. He teased his manager, Samuel Kords, sitting across from them, about a young female artist seen on his arm at a popular night club the previous night. Kords was gruff but good natured; he struck out as Derek guessed, but wouldn’t admit it. And then the journalist arrived. […]
June 18th, 2006 at 11:43 pm
[…] The mud brick man did not seem nervous, but restive like a child, swivelling slightly back and forth in his chair. Immediately next to him was hip hop phenomenon Derek Forman a.k.a. D-Formed. Derek relaxed back into his chair, a heavy platinum chain sprawled across his muscled chest. His squawking, hacking laugh was bizaare given his image and reputation as a triple platinum Grammy winner. He teased his manager, Samuel Kords, sitting across from them, about a young female artist seen on his arm at a popular night club the previous night. Kords was gruff but good natured; he struck out as Derek guessed, but wouldn’t admit it. And then the journalist arrived. […]