Archive for the ‘Billy Sunday @ XXL’ Category

The Most Hip-Hop Magazine Is…

Tuesday, February 10th, 2009

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BILLY X. SUNDAY says its not who you think…

I’m poring over the magazine rack at the supermarket when I come across this chunky magazine that looks like one of those hip fashion rags. Its obviously for cool motherfuckers like myself because the cover photo has a snowboarder jacket featured along with a pair of my favorite sneakers, the Nike Dunks. I pick the magazine up and the shit is brawlic. Like you know those mags that should be hardbound because they are so heavy? These dudes are using some good ass paper too.

I love magazines that are printed in such a hardbody fashion that they will last a few years of me flipping through the pages. On some coffee table shit where the magazine can be used as the table. These are the joints that are built like reference books so you can consult them for the the next several months instead of finding out what the flavor of the week. Flavor of the week is just the flavor of the weak. Do you homos dig my homonyms? Anyhoo…

So the mag was called Antenna and the shit was filled with streetwear ads that looked like eye candy for those of us fuxing with shit like Stussy, or G-Shock or Motorola. The features were about the next season’s shoes, t-shirts and gadgets and the twenty-somethings, thirty-somethings that design all of this slick shit. I was impressed with the content as much as I was attracted to the ads. To tell you the truth they all seemed to meld into one linear path and I didn’t even mind. You know how the ads can sometimes appear forced into a magazine? Not in this shit. Everything was all together like gumbo.

So now I had to go a little deeper to find out who was putting this dope shit out. When a nigga like me goes through a publication that is so visually exciting the next thing I am thinking is that I want to work for whoever is publishing this joint because they obviously know what the fuck is really good. Holy shit! Haha. Antenna mag is published by the people at Harris. The same folks putting out a shitload of gun fanatic magazines and even XXL. Where the hell do they keep all the cool motherfuckers doing this Antenna mag shit? No one in the XXL offices is this fucking cool. Well there is Daytwon, and there is Carl, and there is… Nah, that’s it.

These clowns doing the Antenna mag are more Hip-Hop than the people doing XXL, which in all fairness focuses primarily of the music facet of Hip-Hop which is rap while eschewing the other elements of Hip-Hop. Damn, I want to work for the Antenna people. They aren’t looking at what’s now. They are fucking with what’s next. Streetwear culture has surpassed Hip-Hop culture in content and marketability. It’s what Hip-Hop used to be before the music industry commodified rap music. Streetwear culture is active and inclusive, while Hip-Hop culture now looks like Jay-Z standing on stage. Stiff and immobile.

I fux with streetwear culture because I can listen to my rock music and my rap and whatever the else I fucking like to hear. My friends can be of all different races and most of them are half white and half ______________ (insert ethnicity/race of choice). This is the future of America party people. Antenna will be our magazine too. I’m just mad this shit only drops quarterly.

Slaughterhouse Is The Fantastic 4 Of This Rap Shit…

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009

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A few weeks ago when the Slaughterhouse collective touched down in New York City there was a buzz surrounding their performance like one I haven’t felt in a long time. Slaughterhouse is a rap fan’s dream come true on paper. It’s like having Manny, Vlad, Pujols and Santana all on your fantasy baseball team. Who in the world is gonna stop these superheroes? No one on Earth. Not even Galactus, and Galactus is a bad ass motherfucker.

Dr. Dre is like Galactus for this analogy because he has more or less had a hand in shaping all of these dude’s careers. More or less I said.

Let’s hope that Slaughterhouse does better with the fans than the Fantastic 4 movies have done in the theatres. I think these dudes can be that powerful as a collective too. Just take a look at the parts…

Crooked I = The Human Torch
Crooked I can heat up quick. He is definitely a firestarter and he proved that recently with the freestyle he spit flames on while up in the studio.

Royce the 5-9 = Reed Richards
The veteran of the group that has been to the mountaintop and battled alongside the Spider-Man of this rap shit. Royce can show these dudes how to do it on the biggest of stages.

Joe Budden = The Invisible Man
Budden makes himself appear and then disappear into thin air amd he could do the same thing to a rapper’s career if they don’t beware.

Joell Ortiz = The Thing
Joell is a beast, but since the Beast is part of the X-Men (and the Avengers, Defenders & X-Factor) we will just have to call this young lyrical monster the Thing.

The two issues that could derail the Slaughterhouse movement are egos and work ethics. Part of the greatness of rappers is always their hubris filled self-images. We love our rappers to be haughty by nature.

Slaughterhouse has done well to compliment their fellow members in the press, but when the crowd is in the building and the microphone is hot will they still show the deference to one another that they expressed in their interviews?

The largest concern I have for the Slaughterhouse collective is their work ethic for the project to succeed. All these rappers have individual movements which they must continue to nurture and feed. Will they have the courage to stick to the script (shouts to Statik) even though the rewards are in the longer term?

All I can say is that for these answers and more you just need to keep your internets browsers locked on the same Bat-channel, same Bat-time.

CAPTAIN BILLY SUNDAY’s PIRATE RADIO PODCAST

Friday, January 16th, 2009

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Enjoy the start of your weekend with the sample sources of some of Hip-Hop’s greatest hits.

If you are going out to see the B.I.G. biopic pease make sure to turn off your cellphones.

The Autopsy Is Still Inconclusive…

Sunday, January 11th, 2009

tupactopsy

However Tupac is still dead.

This Sunday school drop is for the seven readers that would even think to read my column on a Sunday as opposed to doing other shit like a) masturbating to Maya Hills videos pulled down from xnxx.com, b) watching ‘Like It Is’ with Gil Noble, c) sleeping, d) did I say masturbating?

I just read a great article inside of the Village Voice about the demise of the record industry. I call it a great article even though I ultimately disagree with the author.

How the Music Industry Died: Steve Knopper’s Appetite for Self-Destruction

Voice columnist Rob Harvilla interviews author Steve Knopper and he ultimately concludes that the death knell for the record industry was the rebuke of Napster. This guy Knopper thinks that if Universal Music Group or (name your label) had adopted the social networking possibilities within the file-sharing community these record labels would have been able to stave off their deaths.

Nahh, I don’t think so. Just like we will eventually run out of fossil fuels that we extract from the Earth the need for oversized distribution systems for music (and entertainment) for that matter was bound to run its course. Technology finally pushed these dinosaurs off a cliff. Monetizing content on social networks will not support the top heavy burdens that major labels carry. Their executive salaries alone cut away any profit that they might garner from .99 cent downloads and ringtones.

The only thing that could support these executives were CD sales. $16.99 CD sales. Those days are long gone now. I think I bought two CD’s in 2008. I didn’t even copp ‘808’s & Heartbreak’ and this was my favorite album of the year. Maybe I can return my ‘Rising Down’ to Target and exchange it for 808’s? I doubt that though. I look at all the CD’s in my collection and I definitely feel like I did my part for the music industry.

My solution for the recording industry is for buyouts to start taking place, but NOT from other media companies. The truth is that media companies are now a dime for a dozen. Anyone with a weblog and a YouTube channel is a media company. Byron Crawford doesn’t even have a YouTube channel and he is a media company. Nah’Right is a media company that helps disseminate current content for other media companies. Crunk & Disorderly and Concrete Loop are both media companies. The only thing that a media company has of value are the eyeballs of their viewers.

Some media companies mistakenly have their lawyers attack other media companies because they claim to have exclusive broadcasting rights to some piece of content. Do you think that the content gives a flying fuck who owns it? Hells no. The content wants to be free to be viewed and praised and critiqued and loved and hated. I know that these corporate lawyers need to justify their salaries just like the record label executives did but if there are some heads that need to see the guillotine it should be the lawyers up next.

The only way for the music industry to survive now is for companies that sell other types of products that people buy out of need or desire to produce compilation CD’s to be included with those products. Like for instance, with every pair of Nike ACG boots you get a free Wale CD featuring his Nike boots song. When you buy some alcohol like cognac (negro health water) you will get a CD with all the songs that mention Hennessy. It shouldn’t be old music either. All you artists on the come up need to get your jingles game up and start making some commercials for your favorite products. Maybe Kool-Aid might pick y’all up and sign y’all to their new label – Grape Drink Records.

This is the only hope for the record industry at this point. There won’t be any government bailout for UMG or Sony, but hopefully Fruit of the Loom or Tropicana wants to get into the music buisness.

Murder Was The Case That They Gave Me…

Monday, December 29th, 2008

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How are these fossils not dead yet?!?

The U.S. murder rate spikes for young Black males while gangsta rap CD sales decline.

Even Fisty Scent, who has been the only steady commodity during this decline is losing his luster. The Fisty Scent MTV reality show titled ‘The Money & The Power’ has been shelved indefinitely.

Peep the graph I just made which charts the precipitous decline in gangsta rap music sales and the steady increase in mortality for Black males…

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The tipping point for rap music, and subsequently the Black male mortality rate was in 2006. That was a pretty tumultuous year for weed carriers and shitty rap albums. Kingdom Come, Idlewild, Like Father Like Son, Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live, The Big Bang, Hard To Kill, Blood Money, King, and Pac’s Life?!? Do I have to fucking continue?

NaS wasn’t just being prescient when he said that ‘Hip-Hop Is Dead’, he was just looking outside of his window at all of the young Black boys that were chopping each other down like sugar cane stalks. If I were some kind of economist, sociologist or even a community activist I might prA’li study the correlation further to see if maybe the t.I.’s were spurring Black youths to kill each other since they obviously weren’t buying CD’s any longer, but I’m busy now on another project called ‘Moving Out Of My Mother’s Basement’.

Maybe one of the freedom fighters on this site will pursue this story further, but I doubt that anyone really gives a fuck. You know, what with the economy still being fucked the fuck up and it being winter and Zwarte Piet not having enough Wii consoles to give out.

The silver lining that I see in all the carnage is that it appears that real thugs are back to doing real things and leaving all the poseurism to the pretty boys and the artistic types.

At the end of the day what does this news herald for 2009?

Skinny jeans killers.

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