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Lawyers = The Real American Gangsters…

Friday, December 28th, 2007

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Your least favorite music video network has a least favorite blogger. His name is BILLY X. SUNDAY.

Do you know what was the biggest news in rap music last week? Here’s a hint, it was bigger than Jigga being given the boot from his presidency at Def Jam? Larger than Lil’ Wang’s ‘Leak’ and Lupe’s ‘Cool’?

When the lawyers for Makeda Barnes-Joseph smartly attached Universal Records as the co-defendant for their multi-million dollar lawsuit this was the loudest shot ever heard in rap music. This is bigger than the deaths of Tupac and Biggie Smalls combined.

Several blogs ago I posed the question why people had not yet filed class action lawsuits against rappers and their record labels for the damage that has been wrought from the profiteering of poor people’s addictions and disenfranchisement. Think about it, all these rappers that were trappers in their former day jobs should have a long line of victims in their wake. Although rappers have told us that they live with no regrets I’m sure there are plenty of families that regret the day their father, mother, sister, or brother became addicted to drugs. Some of these rappers might start to at least feign regret after they receive a notice of monetary disposition from some shark ass attorney.

The attorneys for the alleged victim in the Remy Martin trial know that Remy is two steps from filing or bankruptcy. Universal Records however, has reportedly given money to Jesus Christ in order for him to pay off his Pell college loans. Universal’s pockets are that deep. Universal, as a corporation, owns Def Jam, Interscope, and half of the planet Earth. It makes sense to sue them since they write the checks for Remy Martin in the first place. If they have made any money from her thug image and music then they should be giving it back for her thug behavior.

Keep in mind, we discussed some time ago that the people who pull triggers are the thugs, while those that order the hits are the gangsters. So Remy Martin was never really a boss after all like Lil’ Kim was. Remy Martin was just a weedcarrier for Fat Joe. Her most memorable verses are from the song ‘Lean Back’. Don’t play yourself on this forum by saying anything different. Lil’ Kim went from stashing weed in her punany to having her own lil’ army. Lil’ Kim’s soldiers were also her shooters and she even did a bid for them as foolish as that was.

Still and all, this fantasy mafia lifestyle shit will eventually run its course. The real mafia wants their name back and what will all of these gangsta Man-Tans be left with? Bupkus. What I’m left with is a community that has seen the high life with no reasonable route to secure it, nor the true understanding of really how little it is worth in the end. In a few days the 2007 Maybach will be last year’s joint and one step closer to being washed up. I can see more proactive religious groups hiring lawyers to file more lawsuits in the coming months. Smart dumb rappers better learn how to rhyme shit with the word LITIGATION.

AIDS Rules Everything Around Me…

Friday, December 28th, 2007

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A leading auto-immune system research scientist, BILL NARAYAN, passed away this week. Dr. NARAYAN has been working to develop a low cost vaccine for HIV/AIDS to be distributed in economically impoverished countries. I’d like to act like his heart attack was some kind of plot by the giant pharmaceutical conglomerates to thwart his vaccine development, but honestly, I believe the doctor was in bed with these companies in the first place.

The big problem I have come to understand about the so-called AIDS virus is that it lacks a viral fingerprint. Every virus on the planet from Ebola to the bird flu all have distinct fingerprints that you can register when you submit their blood cultures to a microscope. AIDS is the only human virus that only has… Symptoms?!?

The detection of an overproduction of white blood cells is generally considered the marker for HIV infection. However, the overproduction of white cells can occur for a variety of reasons. One could have influenza or even be pregnant. I firmly believe that whether you are diagnosed to have HIV/AIDS, or the common flu all depends on your sexual preference, your race, and your class status. The doctors that have opened this argument have been summarily disenfranchised. With billions of trillions of dollars at stake for the industry of AIDS it would be extremely bad business to ultimately disavow the disease.

So we continue to demonize sex as a culture which in turn creates the need for pornography. I ask you to take a step backwards and determine for yourself if the moneys generated by pornography aren’t in proportion to the media push to censor it, and the research dollars granted to “fight” the spread of HIV? What do I know anyhoo? Maybe the whole AIDS epidemic is a hoax after all. At least it is giving me some freaky images to stare at on my computer.

Do you think the scorpion is a male or female? Nevermind[ll].

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A Third World Health Care System…

Thursday, December 27th, 2007

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One of the reasons for the shrinking value of the dollar has to be the fact that America treats its citizens like they aren’t worth a dime.

There is no reason we should have an abundance of cellphones, internets service providers and Starbucks coffee shops while we consistently maintain a healthcare system on par with a third world country.

Worms infect more poor in U.S. than thought

At some point the wealthiest Americans will come to realize that they share the same exact ecosystem as the poorest citizens. By then it may be too late.

What’s In The Bag Dad?

Monday, December 24th, 2007

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Read this article in the New York Times about how retailers are pouring millions of dollars into making over their shopping bags.

Never Mind What’s in Them, Bags Are the Fashion

There used to be a time when you could tell who was a crazy, bi-polar shopping bag lady and who wasn’t. Or maybe this is the first horseman of the apocalypse and we are all about to be homeless, eating cat food from the can. We’re all still going to hell, but our handbasket has been replaced with a laminated paper shopping bag.

BTW, I like sardines and the new Bloomie*s clear plastic bags.

ERNIE PANICCIOLI On Hip-Hop History, Photography and the Law…

Friday, December 21st, 2007

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Editor’s note: ERNEST PANICCIOLI is an award winning photo-journalist and community activist. ‘The Other Side Of Hip-Hop’ is the film biopic of his life and the lessons he has learned through the artistic movement called Hip-Hop. This film won the Best Documentary award at the 2007 Big Apple Film Festival.

In Rock, there were a couple of photographers who caught images of a young Elvis, Jimi Hendrix, Joni Mitchell, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Bob Dylan, the early Beatles and The Stones.

In Hip-Hop there were a small handful of us who caught Bam, (Grand Wizard) Theodore, Lee (Quinones), Vulcan, graf kids and B-boys, as well as Public Enemy, KRS1, Rakim, Crash Crew, Cold Crush, Slick Rick, Tribe Called Quest, Latifah De La Soul, Zulu, Tony Tone, DJ Kool Herc, Grandmaster(s) Flash and Caz.

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Unlike Rock photographers, those of us who caught the early Hip-Hop magic have not really profited financially. Most of us have done a book or two, and with the exception of Henry Chalfant’s ‘Subway Art’, those books have sold in fairly small numbers, to a very small audience.

Most of the money we’ve earned has come from sales to magazines or the occasional sale to a media outlet like a Vh1 or MTV. Once or twice I’ve received a call to supply images for a retro album cover or I’v completed the sale for a few hundred dollars of a photo in a gallery show. Any fame or celebrity status we’ve acquired is in reality among our peers and a very small circle of Hip-Hop’s true fans.

Now that Hip-Hop is 33 years old or sopmewhere in that range(no BeYonce fake Hollywood age) we would like to be able to relax and to say we were there, that we documented the early phase of this artistic movement, and we did it honestly, quietly and well. Perhaps get a few paychecks for doing a lecture or for licensing our photos to a sneaker company/clothing line, and maybe go to Vegas in a nice hotel for a 4 day package get away, but now a ugly Grinch has reared his head with threats, accusations and warnings of lawsuits. The Grinch in question is not one of the t.I.’s that typically use their lawyers like Michael Vick uses his pitbulls but none other than the alleged “Godfather of Hip-Hop”, the one, the only DJ Kool Herc.

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As a DJ perhaps he should rethink his verbal assaults and ask himself if he has paid royalties to every artist, record label, singer, rapper or management group for the records he spins at parties and functions. He should also ask himself what if we as the original historians of this culture decide to write him out of the history (rightly, or wrongly) of Hip-Hop?

If in films, documentaries, magazine articles, speeches, interviews on radio and TV and DVD’s we decide showing images of him or even mentioning his name is too much of a hassle and headache, an outright waste of time?

As far as the law goes we are 100% within our rights to use our images of him in any way, shape or form we see fit (with the exception of using his image on clothing or merchandise), especially since none of our images were shot secretly or without his knowledge or consent and were of a PUBLIC FIGURE in A PUBLIC Setting.

Instead of DJ Kool Herc growing old gracefully and utilizing his fame, his unique position in a historic culture and notoriety as a vehicle to get paid properly by global entertainment vehicles such as radio, television and even the internet as Fab 5 Freddy does or doing DJ gigs that he could command top dollar for, or even getting his own radio show, he has decided to attack, threaten, abuse, hassle and harangue those of us who helped push his face, fame, name and reputation to the world long before the anyone knew or even cared about Hip-Hop.

If he decides to hire some sorry, inept, cut rate sheister to file papers against all of us, or even ONE of us photographers I suggest we unite and fight him with a fury. Not just to protect ourselves in this instance, but to allow us to freely practice our chosen craft that we have used to give so much to so many for so long and for so little.

In unity,
Ernie Paniccioli

born in the bronx