I blacked the fux out Monday night off the Belvedere.
Belvy was the sponsor for a self-pour holiday party.
The party was in a suite in the swanky Gramercy Park Hotel.
I easily poured myself a dozen rounds with cranberry and o.j.
Worse than blacking out was the fact that I drove all the way back home to Long Island.
I won’t do this ever again.
I will black out on Belvedere again.
I just won’t ever drink and drive again.
*pinky swears to the internets*
Several years ago I had a discussion with my homey Tahir about how you could definitively determine that rap music was in decline as an American art. We talked for hours about the use of language as a socializing culture tool and the complexity of the spoken word in music. I took those discussions and framed them into weblog drops. Tahir took those discussions and developed the Hip-Hop Word Count. Think of the HHWC as a sort of rap music Wikipedia containing all kinds of cross-referenced information on rap songs from 1979 to the present.
Tahir needs our support to help him complete this project. If I can be big enough to allow him to take full credit for this project I figure you can be big enough to pitch in a $5 spot to move this endeavor forward. My dad always told me that if I ever had a good idea to make sure that I had a second one and then a third one. The Hip-Hop Word Count is a good idea. Let’s see this thing thru.
Before I entered the OKayPlayer holiday party I hit the streets with Combat Jack. He hustled me into the holiday party for Angela Yee and her Breakfast Club radio program. That shit was an official spaceship.
The drinks were being poured nonstop and the vodka was Belvedere. The industry heads that came thru were so relaxed and chilly chill it wasn’t even like an industry party.
The best part of the night was when I met RahDigga. She is hell’a tall and so fine up in person. I told her that I had a dream I listened to a record with her, Roc Marciano and Sean Price on it called ‘Grown Man Rap’. She told me that she and Ruck might have a project one day in the future since her last name is Fisher and P’s is, well, Price. What?!? Fisher-Price FTMFW.
Combat Jack is a funny dude when he is getting drunk as fux. He made sure he politicked hardbody for the radio. Expect to hear some more biggtime industry insiders on his show early in the new year. Angela Yee even shook my hand with her gorgeous self. I said “Angela, I had to come and say high to you so that I don’t seem like some stalker just staring you up and down”.
Angela replied, “I didn’t even notice you”.
Niiiiice. I’m mad invisible to her.
The OKayPlayer holiday party was dope even if B.B.Kings was relatively empty considering the Roots were performing. I tried to hang out backstage but I got shut down by the OKP site owner. I guess my rep for being a fixture near the craft services table was my undoing.
Instead I hung out in the crowd with folks like 2Fresh and Seed from the website Rule4080.com
John Legend and Patti LaBelle turned that mother out and Black Thought is STILL the most underrated or overlooked rapper in the game. Peep the concert pics from Rule4080.com to see what I was seeing even tho’ I wore my sunglasses at night.
Big shouts to Roni the Ruffian, Hobbs, Chad Miller and Carl Chery a/k/a The ‘Go-In’ Brothers.
The stretch run for 2010 has begun. How was the year for you?
I can honestly say that 2010 was one of DP’s best years of all time.
The Internets Celebrities had that New York Times article. That was big.
The interview with the former governor was a classic too. What Does It Smell Like? Power. No one man should have all that power.
DP was hired by iHipHop.com, then later in the year TheBVX.com put him on to up drops to their page.
And then there was The Combat Jack Show bringing the change that we all need to urban radio.
DallasPenn.com is just happy to get to the finish line of another year knowing that what it truly represents is the starting point for another spin around the sun.
Thank you for your continued support of DallasPenn.com and the prA’li movement.
Onward and upward.
Excelsior.
In a relatively small window the model for the recording industry has totally shifted. This wasn’t anything gradual either. It was like tectonic plates shifting underfoot. It was like the earthquake that rattled Haiti. People are devastated. Everything they thought they understood about creating x producing x selling music has been altered and people can’t get back up.
How have music companies dealt with the ground under them being shaken? Not well. The response has been wholly reactionary and hardly progressive. And while the music industry clings to a dead dinosaur our friends at OnSmash.com rest in bureaucratic limbo. OnSmash.com is the NEW industry and this fux with the heads of the old one.
Will the artists that have directly benefited from the online machine come to the side of OnSmash.com and help defend their right to exist? PrA’li not. Hip-Hop/Rap music doesn’t have the voices that would tip the industry towards evolution. People are happy to just be collecting a check without going to jail to create a buzz for themselves. Rappers are the new slaves and OnSamsh.com and NahRight are the respective Harriet Tubman and Nat Turner of this shit.
Let my people go Department of Homeland Security. Let my people go…