The past few months have indeed been strange (but yet not surprisingly strange) for a few of us in and among the conscientious Hip Hop community in relation to encounters with police. On the afternoon of Friday, May 8th, I, myself, was arrested for the very first time in my life. I wasn’t taken to jail, but I was fingerprinted on the spot and fined, charged with soliciting in the city of Miami Gardens, Florida. What was I actually doing? I was passing out invitations for a special Mother’s Day program at my mosque. I was passing out the invitations in traffic as many other FOI (Fruit of Islam) were doing throughout Miami-Dade county, nationwide and internationally. I was stopped by a police officer and asked if I was selling anything. I said “No.” He inquired about the Final Call newspapers that were in a bag I was carrying. He asked me if they were for sale. I told him that they were not for sale, but that we accept donations for them if offered. It was at this point that the officer asked for my ID and the “arrest” took place.
I mean cuz really, it all went down. Lets work backwards here. From Monday on back to Friday. Shit, it's Wednesday already.
After a whirlwind weekend in New York City, arriving at 10:40 p.m. on Friday and coming home at 7:55 a.m. on Sunday, I hit the road out to Houston after work on Monday for the Latium 10th Anniversary Party.
If ya done know, Latium is like, the upper echelons of music business in Houston. They have been behind the careers of so many incredible artists. Chamillionaire, Baby Bash, Frankie J, Natalie, and now Slim Thug, Rob G and even Pitbull. Charles Chavez and the Latium family are those type of folks who really do it for real.
Anyway check the flicks, the party really went down (though I couldn't get close enough to get a good pic of Charles chug-a-lugging Patron. He also didn't recognize me when I said hello to him, two minutes after said chug-a-lug as he appeared to be making a bee line for the bathroom. HA!)
“Young boys without substance or content.
You better slow your speed stop the nonsense.”
-The Power Chill Rob G-
A flick came out in the mid 90’s called “Tales from the Hood,” it was kinda like a ghetto version of “Scared Straight;” only with zombies. Perhaps the best part of the movie dealt with a gangsta named Krazy K who was undergoing some heavy sci fi rehabilitation by being forced to relive scenes of the many murders of black folks that he had committed against a backdrop of lynchings and cross burnings. After listening to the latest youtube hit “Whip it “(Like a Slave), I wonder if such a rehab session would work on Lil Wayne? Naw, he’d probably just sit there with that spaced out permanent grin on his face sippin’ Sizzurp through a styrofoam cup and mumbling auto tune lyrics as visions of black death flash before his eyes.
It’s always disturbing when we hear stories like this. One would think after all these years that artists would stay as far away from scenarios like this as possible, especially as veterans. Sadly over the years we’ve seen charges levied on vets ranging from Snoop to Akon to Busta Rhymes who have laid hands on fans. There are two things puzzling about this story. First, what’s real disturbing is that it's a woman Meth is accussed of assaulting. Why would you shoot a woman top gun or not? Was he trying to be funny?
Author’s Note: The following essay represents my attempt at articulating a response to Kid Cudi’s “Make Her Say (Poke Her Face),” featuring Common and Kanye West. I’d like to be honest in stating upfront that, during the process of writing this piece I only listened to the song and read over its lyrics on an absolutely-as-needed basis. The words & the images these contempt-ridden lyrics created in my mind left me feeling physically sick and emotionally depleted, even at times to the point of being traumatized.
THE LYRICS “Make Her Say ( I Poke Her Face”)
Digging in the Crates w/ Davey D #1
There are lots of tracks we can look at, and I think folks should add to this so we can compile a list... But here’s three songs that I feel address the plight of the inner city Black male…
The first one comes from Boston rapper Akrobatik who drops gems to the shorties he sees hanging out on the Front Steps (Tough Love)… The beat is dope and the lyrics are incredible… Its a damn shame that major radio stations never picked up this song and that way too many people sleep on one of my favorite artists - Akrobatik.
Envision a desolate warehouse; everything about this building is nondescript. Let’s call this place corporate headquarters. Inside the hollow doors, a blinding spotlight shines down illuminating a wretched assembly line. There is a listless conveyer belt; it whines as it shoves forth prepackaged stereotypes.
The ARE - one of Houston's top producers - has outdone himself. Seriously, go to RappersIKnow.com via this link right here and download IRAN. The latest project from THE ARE.
Jam it all day.
And if you are in NYC this weekend come see me at these events and lets kick it.
OK get at it.
In the tradition of the classic jazz musician portrait, A Great Day in Harlem, my homegirl Lolo aka YellaStudNDaSouth, Staci Russell, Game 101 DVD Magazine and all of Austin present a very special event Friday August 7th at 5 p.m. in the parking lot of MusicMania.
Basically everyone involved in Austin's hip-hop scene will gather for a monumental photo, documenting this burgeoning scene outside one of it's main, and longest lived music outlets. The whol ething will be documented by Game 101 DVD Magazine, and the event will also act as a toy/school supply drive for the hood.
Well here, lemme let Lolo tell you:
Yeah so this may be a lil out of line for AustinSurreal, but this movie was made in Austin, has my lil brother Ryan Donowho on the drums and Zeale and Phranchyze (Austin MCs) make an appearance in it). So yeah, go see it!