Archive for December, 2007

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.

24…

Sunday, December 23rd, 2007

24

XXL magazine’s big boss ELLIOTT WILSON created 24 drops in the span of 24 hours (actually he went 25 for 25).

Dude just officially became an iNternets Celebrity.

SEPARATED AT BIRTH: PAPA SMURF

Sunday, December 23rd, 2007

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True story… Leave it up to white to take being a ‘Colored Man’ to that proverbial next-next level.

Blue Man Seeks Acceptance

The truest part of the story is that ol’ boy was persecuted for the skin he is in. Can you imagine how fucked the fuck up race relations are in this country when Papa Smurf gets kicked out of Oregon? This is the only state in the union where you can legally marry a farm animal.

Them niggas in Oregon are progressive liberals only as long as you look like them.

Fuck around and watch Blue Man Group sue this nigga for jacking they swagger.

OH WORD x SEAN PRICE = Hip-Hop’s Messiahs (no J.C.)

Friday, December 21st, 2007

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The Hip-Hop showcase that RAFI and I hosted a few weeks ago was a nice little trip on some grass roots Hip-Hop shit. Too bad that Hip-Hop stop honoring grass roots movements about fifteen years ago. Hey, is it my fault that I fell in love with a sexy chick over two decades ago and now I see that she is just an ugly bitch with a mean case of the clap (no applause)?
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There was a moment of total Hip-Hop zen for me though when I finally got a chance to see my homey Ruck perform from the front row. This year was worth every single year before it. I saw concerts with JOELL ORTIZ, Black Moon, BlackStar, MF Doom, Wu-Tang, Public Enemy, and here was SEAN PRICE as the bookend. Shout out to Jimmy Valentime and EVERYONE who keeps a backpack filled with a sweaty t-shirt, cassette tapes, CD’s and a beat up, folded-in-half composition notebook for the rhymes, poems, or just the random thoughts.

Hip-Hop lives. I’ve got the video to prove it.

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