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Diary Of A Mad Blogger…

Friday, April 18th, 2008

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Editor’s note: RAFI KAM is a crucial part of the iNternets Celebrities collective as well as the driving force behind one of the web’s most highly regarded Hip-Hop blogs, Oh Word. I chose to copy a drop from his site today because speaks to me about understanding, and RESPECTING one’s value. It’s easy to get beat up by the machine to the point where you look to join up with your abusers. RAFI says no to the Stockholm Syndrome and busts back with his own gun. This man’s uzi weighs a ton.


into the devil’s nest
· by Rafi Kam

Busta Rhymes has some kind of tirade at his listening session. Complex magazine reports on it but then pulls the audio “at the request of Interscope Records”.

Wait, you can’t properly cover the listening session you were invited to report on? Interscope doesn’t own that audio. Grow a fucking sack, Complex! I thought you’re supposed to be a big deal now? Look around, nobody’s selling records. Are you sure you still need Interscope more than they need you?

So I search out the audio elsewhere online. Some maverick operation must have it right. Ah, there it is on world star hiphop. I’m listening to busta spit some high energy nonsense as if it’s 1996 again, and then all of the sudden I hear in the middle of the clip “WorldStarHipHop.com”. EXCLUSIVE! WORLD PREMIERE! Evil Dee is on the mix – come on kick it!

See, this is why we can’t have nice things.

You want to know who’s holding down hip-hop journalism these days?

Don’t look over here to us or to any of the places in our blogroll. We got day jobs and we’re mostly in it for the groupies. Forget the magazine stands, the Complex/Rawkus/Harris Pub/Viacom/Quincy Jones conglomerates. The SOHH whats and AllHipHops… Forget all those page-view pushers, what the fuck are they good for?

The place holding down hip-hop journalism right now isn’t the Smoking Section… it’s The Smoking Gun. In the span of three weeks, the Smoking Gun has dropped the two craziest hip-hop stories of the year. First they exposed the shoddy journalism of the LA Times and how a con-man served as the source for the paper’s controversial Tupac story. Now they’ve exposed the phony, “notorious” back-story of Akon.

Hip-hop journalism? No such thing. No one is doing their due diligence out there. We got pundits, publicist lackeys, gossips, posers… How about a fucking journalist? Can we make room for just a few of those?

Or is the problem that any number of incestuous media sources would have had to kill that story since Akon’s Konvict Muzik is distributed under Interscope?

Speaking of all this shit, did you know that someone at the LA Times was incubating a multi-authored hip-hop blog?

Not sure whether this was a mission from above or just some maverick Times staffer trying to show what they could do. But they had reached out to some quality hip-hop bloggers like Robbie, Brandon and Doc Zeus. They had this publicly accessible blogspot site (I swear to god, with the damn black background) that was supposed to be secret while they tested out the operation with multiple posts going up week after week.

But then you also had blog contributor Slav Kandyba dropping a link or two to the test site. I’m not sure if that’s how the search engines and LA Observed found the blog but find it they did… Just in time to catch a post by one of the LA Times Beatbox bloggers, with a ton of bravado, claiming his allegiance to his “colleague” Chuck Phillips and attacking Sean Combs for his response to the Tupac story.

As per the LA Observed quote, the blog post shockingly read “You might be a smooth criminal, but when you pick on the media, you pick into the devil’s nest and you will get stung.”

So the cat was now out of the bag on the LATimes Beatbox, and here was this lone blogger on it, defiantly gung-ho about the right of him and his colleagues to spread lies without fear of reprisal. Bear in mind, this is already days after the LA Times has retracted their Tupac story, having been disgraced by the Smoking Gun expose. Now a blog with their name on it is saying “step off Diddy, we are the all-powerful media!” Naturally the Beatbox demo blog was obliterated that very same day and we’d have to assume the idea of an LA Times hip-hop blog along with it and, if the world makes sense, perhaps someone’s job as well?

The craziest part to me is that these would-be LA Times bloggers weren’t offered a dime for their words. For some, the supposed legitimacy of the LA Times name on their resume or maybe the idea that they’d get more exposure was the motivating factor. For others, it may be enough to belong to a powerful, infallible, and vengeful crew known as the media.

But I can’t get over the fact that these smart, successful bloggers were sort of rehearsing for an non-paying job for a commercial newspaper. As I said to Robbie (who backed out of the arrangement early), the LA Times doesn’t give him any added exposure over Unkut. When it comes to hip-hop, Unkut is super-credible… and what is the LA Times? Just a desperate print newspaper.

The gang mentality on display in that now vanished blog post is nonsensical but also horribly outdated. What does it mean “don’t mess with the media” when we are all the media? When The Smoking Gun is trouncing big media and hip-hop media alike?

There’s no fair exchange in a good blogger getting exploited by a commercial website or print publication. Most of these operations you think are powerful, are actually in a bad way. Ask yourself, are they creating any value in this world? Or do you legitimize them, instead of the other way around. You might find ultimately that you hold all the power, what then are you going to do with it?

THE ‘LO END THEORY…

Wednesday, April 16th, 2008

LO RUGBY

To all the ‘Lo heads and vintage I.T. fiends that fucks with DP Dot Com…

Come through the Loft on Saturday April 26th, 2008 and get down with this first ever sale of vintage Ralph Lauren clothing on some Sneaker Pimps x Dunk Xchange type shit. Heads will be in the building ready to do deals and make sales with their old school I.T.’s. My archives begin at 1985 and I have a grip of super crispy sweaters, knits and jackets that I will be selling off as part of the ‘Save Dallas’ fund.

The Minority Report x YUME BKNY x Friends presents…
“the ‘LO End Theory”
Vintage Polo Ralph Lauren Sale & Social Event
Sat. April 26th 9pm-until
Loft 406 (YUME- 925 Bergen St. near Franklin Ave.)

Get at my folks at The Minority Report if you want more details…

LO RUGBY

Supreme Swagger Jackers…

Wednesday, April 16th, 2008

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WTF?!?

The Supreme clothing company lifts only one image from the greatest movie of all time and they don’t even feature a joint with Brother Rabbit? Instead they choose a scene where the brother is all caught up in the bosom of Miss America about to get played out. Brother Rabbit wasn’t having it with that bitch. He knew she was full of tricks, and so was he.

Niggas go in hard for Supreme like them niggas actually know something street. Meanwhile Supreme’s so-called designers are the biggest swagger jacking flavorless motherfuckers on the planet. Their connections to actual, real ‘street’ culture are fraudulent because they paid for their access. Supreme didn’t come up on their shit from some true love for the culture. They bought a bootleg ‘Urban Culture’ pass and use it to cash in for even more by selling their shit to other kids who also need some flavor in their lives and have the ends to pay for it.

On the real, don’t support that clownery.

If anyone has ever seen the movie ‘Streetfight’ then you already know that these niggas from Supreme ain’t representing the real. That t-shirt up there is like using Flavor Flav’s image to represent for Public Enemy instead of Chuck D.

Shit’s disgusting B!

I say shut ’em down, and I’m not talking about Shut skating equipment either.

bro rabbit

Most Expensive Pr0n Tape. Evar!

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008

marilyn monroe

Some rich dude spent a grip on a 15 minute sex tape featuring MARILYN MONROE giving some non-descript dude brain.

The dude getting hit off was prah’lee preternatural douchebag RICK SOLOMON.

The buyer of the film spent $1.5million on the tape. What is that? $100K per minute. MARILYN must be giving some hellafied head.

I’ve got a copy of SuperHead’s pr0n film with Mr. Marcus and I didn’t pay a penny for that shit. I can’t say that I was all that impressed with her performance either. You would think that something magical happens when she puts her mouth on people’s crotches. Hence, the name SuperHead. She didn’t even lick Mr. Marcus’ booty. Which makes me wonder what act MARILYN is performing to warrant a $1.5 million dollar price tag?

Everyone knows MARILYN was a freak. Maybe she licks some booty? Maybe she licks Mr. Marcus’ booty?

R.I.P. RIPPLE BAR

Monday, April 14th, 2008

syron

I am losing my favorite Brooklyn Museum of Art First Saturday after-party institution. Ripple Bar on Washington Avenue right off St. John’s Place was that nice little neighborhood bar that would get oh so crunk every now and then.

The only problem with little neighborhood joints is that you need a constant influx of cash to keep the lights on and the investors happy. It seems like my $50 monthly tab wasn’t going to be enough.

Peace to SYRON. See you when I see you playboy.