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A Letter From The Management…

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010

jetting

I’m leaving on a jet plane, I don’t know when I’ll be back again…

I jetted on y’all back in June without too much of a goodbye or warning. Let’s just say that I needed to take a break from the site after 5 years and 4400 posts.

I was also a bit frustrated. The culture that we live in is all about getting what information we can for free and then using that info to exploit our lifestyles. I download music, movies and just about anything else that flows thru the digital ocean. Why should people treat my site any different?

I thought that pointing to the prA’li link on the sidebar was enough to remind folks to support the efforts pored into this website. The writing and content here still doesn’t receive any corporate sponsorship despite my willingness to create advertisements for the brands that I consume and promote. Maybe one day that will happen, but until that time this page will remain here thanks to your donations.

Why should you donate?

Think of this page as a cookie jar in your home. It’s nice to be able to come here and take a cookie whenever you want, but who will put the cookies back in when they are all gone? We don’t think about this when we are children, but when we grow up we realize that someone has to go to the supermarket to buy us some more cookies. Does that make any sense? LOL. The prA’li button helps me buy us all some more cookies.

I don’t want you to think I’m trying to put you folks into my debt bracket with this fundraiser. The prA’li movement is happy with $3. More importantly it puts YOUR name down as a supporter of DP.com and the BluCheezTV brand. I just met a friend in Harlem who introduced himself as reader since way back in the day. I asked him why he never even left a comment and he just shrugged his shoulders. Please don’t be like dude. Let me know you really appreciate the time I spend putting this page in front of you.

While I was away I need to thank Robbie, Meka, Nation, eskay, iHipHopSam and of course Combat Jack for all allowing me an outlet to still talk my talk while DP.com was down. In case you missed these drops here are the links…

The ‘Lo-End Theory @ Fat Beats

The ‘Lo-End Theory In The Streets

The ‘Lo-End Theory In Real Life

Guest Blog: Dallas Penn, Internets Celebrity

Dallas Penn’s Rock The Bells Recap

White people: Still Saving Hip-Hop
A Dallas Penn DPSA (Dopehouse Public Service Announcement)

Respect The Architects: All That Jazz
A Dallas Penn DPSA (Dopehouse Public Service Announcement)

Hip-Hop ‘Til The Casket Drops
A Dallas Penn DPSA (Dopehouse Public Service Announcement)

The Greatest Weedcarriers Of All Time

Pro Football Weed Carriers: Not For Long

Starfish And Coffee…

Friday, August 6th, 2010

Internets,
Greetings from sunny St. Ma’arten. My summer of rest, relaxation, recharging and realization continues from the fair shores of the famous Dutch Antilles isle. I’m in a cafe, stealing a wireless, the ocean before me, latte beside me, sunblock on and cooking. I would have loved to tell you that Oprah lent me her crib so that I could finish the scribework on my memoir.

Its the story of the prodigal son of New York City who turned his back on everyone and everything that raised him until he was brought to his knees, within an inch of his humanity, and had to begin the difficult journey of finding his way back home. I hope this story will help teenagers get through the tough years when peer pressure forces them to do things they might otherwise not.

Awww, who am I kidding? No one gives a shit about morality or humanity or any of that fruitbaggery anymore. We are beyond books and beyond spirituality. What I’ve really been trying to do is Facebook friend Caroline Gu911ani since I learned that Sephora declined to press charges against her because of who her dad is. Maybe I can convince her to do a smash and grab at Tiffany’s?

I’m still following the news feeds in St.Ma’arten although I’m gathering news using legacy methods like newspapers and television news. I’m about to turn off my Twitter accounts and leave my Facebook page alone. I feel like the information cycle and focus that exists online doesn’t serve me for learning about stories or the people that make them. I’m returning to a simpler existence.

Fuxing around on a Caribbean island can be a sweet reminder for all the things you forgot were important. I take so much shit for granted back in NYC. I try to do everything possible. I want every plum project at my day job. I want to attend every free outdoor concert and every open bar advertising or entertainment industry party. I want to buy every sneaker that has air in the midsole. And then I want to go back home and sit in front of a computer until the sun rises to tell everyone about everything. But its not possible to do everything — and you miss so much when you try.

The trip to St.Ma’arten was mostly to find some time to be alone with my girlfriend. I refer to her on the blogs as Chocolate Snowflake. I called her that because she does all kind of crazy shit that I only associate with the white, but then again she and I went word for word on every song at the Hall & Oates concert last year at Coney Island. I wouldn’t trade my Chocolate Snowflake for anything.

Dallas Penn in virtual reality is pretty fun to fux with. DP in real life reality is just as dope. As a matter of fact, DP is real reality. I’ve just been waiting for the rest of you to catch up with me. Don’t do me like Rakim and have my shit be obsolete by the time you get up to speed. The very fact that you are here at IC.com means that you are capable of moving faster than the speed limit. In a minute we are going to take you on a journey as fast as the speed of light. Faster even. We are going to take you into the future.

As soon as I get this starfish off my titty.

Turn His Frown Upside Down…

Sunday, June 13th, 2010

facebizzle

Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old,
Sometimes I’d like to quit,
Nothin’ ever seems to fit,
Hangin’ around,
Nothin’ to do but frown,
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.

-The Carpenters

If Sally Struthers were still alive she’d tell you to be this little boy’s friend for only pennies per day. Think about how much time you spend here learning about the shit you like. Some school would charge you thousands for the privilege of sitting with one of their top educators. You give a multiplex theater a dub for a ticket and snacks and they give you 4-5 hours of entertainment.

I’m not making this pitch to all of you that regularly send me shit in the mail or hand off packages to me [ll] when you come thru New York City. I make this appeal to all of you that have gained something of value on these pages and believe in letting the dollars circulate. I overstand your desire to get free shit and I need for you to understand my desire to keep giving it to you raw and unkut [ll]. There is the button right there on the sidebar looking you in the face.

prA’li

^ BTW, you can click on this also

If you can’t donate to the movement because this is your temporary recurring deficits week maybe instead of using the old mouf word ‘probably’, or even the ghey version ‘prolly’, you might could use prA’li in your speech and text with others. This movement won’t move without you.

If you refuse to say ‘internets’ or ‘prA’li’ but you still enjoy DallasPenn.com for your entertainment and pleasure at least be his Facebook friend.

Getting Too Old For This Shit…

Friday, June 11th, 2010

stussy dp

On Tuesday night Chocolate Snowflake and I had made plans to have dinner with a couple of her friends. After a few bottles of wine and some delicious pasta I decided to take the night off from my usual routine of staying awake until 5am and posting drops on the page. This allowed me to get some really good rest and look like a human at the day job instead of a homeless person (a quote from a co-worker).

Wednesday evening afterwork found me with the IC crew and our big homey, Jesse Thorn from The Sound of Young America. Jesse fux with us hardbody. We went out to the $.20cent wingspot and ordered 80 wings and two(2) pitchers of Yuengling. After that we fell thru Rich Medina’s party and chilled for a few. Rich had the deep soul grooves spinning and the IC’s were doing what we like to do most… Winning. The night originally called for all of us to convene at CitiField for the Mets v. Padres matchup but the rain changed that maneuver.

Thursday night wasn’t as rainy so I took C.S. to CitiField with the unused tickets from the previous night. The Mets young pitcher John Niese nearly pitched his own version of a perfect game but all the news stories about the event have been focused on Lady Gaga’s appearance at the game and the shit she was getting into. Which goes to show you that if you go to a beisbol game and do some ghey shit you are far better off than a group of guys trying to make a documentary.

So now it’s Friday night and I should be getting ready to go somewhere and spend the money I should be applying to my cellphone bill, or my light bill, or heaven forbid my gotdamn rent. Instead I’m here in the basement checking on all the shit that has been happening in the world since the last drop I posted a month ago. Oh what? It wasn’t a month ago you say? It was only two(2) days ago, but it feels like its been such a long time. Thanks to Diesel, $yk, Grand$, get, LionXL, Jerz, LM, Foster, ‘Spekt and everyone who kept the light on over here.

It’s summertime in NYC.

Let’s get busy -(c)Arsenio Hall

In Memory Of…

Monday, May 31st, 2010

tc

ALL of the fallen soldiers

ThunderCracker’s born day was yesterday. He is still a big presence in my mind as are all the people that I miss dearly, Megatron, Kenny, Herb Shalat, my dad. All soldiers. Some are veterans of foreign wars and others are casualties of a silent, subtle domestic war that continues to this minute.

I feel like spending some time reminiscing on where I have come from. Without the people that have come thru my life in one way or another I’m sure I would not have become the person I am today. As long as I breathe their memory lives thru me…

-Dallas Penn