Editor’s note: Most of you already know that ERNIE PANNICIOLI is a legend among Hip-Hop fans because of the work he has put in documenting the culture from it’s inception. Whenever I catch him on the G-chat I try to engage him for one of his lively takes on Hip-Hop and life because to him these two things are immutably inseperable. ERNIE is a great conversationalist which I think has to do with his level of experience here on Earth, but don’t call him old school…
Dallas,
So much has happened in the past week, whew. I remember you asked me to write an essay for your site. What subject would you like me to cover? Anything? Thanks, High Exalted Grand Master Hip Hop Legend Ernie Ern is at your service. I had to find a new moniker, all these pioneers, lyingeers, jiveassbullshiteers and even half ghey new jacks and jills all got cools names (or is that just a jig thing?), so I am working on a new title for myself.
Let me see…
Supreme – overused by cats with multiple babies mommas and triple life sentences
Grandmaster – old fat and flabby, broke ass dj’s and arrogant legends worked this one to the bone
Exalted Master – sounds like some Skull and Bones inner sanctum lodge leader
Big Daddy – Kane and about 200 country ass pimps from Georgia have a lock on this one
Bone Daddy – too many bones, Lazy Bones, Crazy Bones, Hazy Bones, Dizzy Bones, Bonz Malonez
Rolling Thunder – about 100 of them per Rez that’s reservation to you son
Eagle Bear – on government forms they transpose the names so it would read Bare Eagle
Amazing – Kreskin has that copyrighted
Killa or Murda – way too violent and would not endear me to a jury or a fat White judge in case of a trial for past high crimes and misdemeanors
Lil’ – I’d have to be 5 foot tall with a squeaky voice or a blond weave to use this one
Tiny – reserved for guys 7 foot tall and 5 foot wide
Escobar – Nas wore this out and again it would play havoc with my defense team
Honorable Minister – that Muslim leader from Chi Town got that on lock
Divine Knowledge Mathematics – see # 1
Awesome One – that chubby, hard drinking DJ couple got that word sewn the fuck up
Godfather – Bambaataa disowned it when the Muslim Minister from Chicago gave the name to Ru$$ell $immons, Brando fit in it like a glove and Herc is too damn protective of the title since James Brown transferred essences
After all of that deliberation I still haven’t found the title that I like overall. Maybe I should just be like KRS and just stick to using the title of teacher.
I’m sorry, did I disturb your concentration?
Peace out,
MISTER ERNIE
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‘Supreme Grandmaster Exalted Master Big Daddy Rolling Thunder Eagle Bear Amazing Killa Murda Lil’ Tiny Escobar Honorable Minister Divine Knowledge Mathematics Awesome One Godfather’
Amongst all those names is a Wu-Tang affiliate waiting to be born.
How about just Ernie? Damn Sesame Street has that on lock.
Great drop Mr. Pannicioli!
>>How about just Ernie? Damn Sesame Street has that on lock.
And Ernie Hudson for that matter. Ol Ghostbuster ass mofo.
Too Eazy Ernie PANNICIOLI ……….Ya thats it, How about you explain you’re last name, how does a brotha end up with the last name Pannicioli?
Ern Baby Ern, Disco Pannicioli…
KRS ain’t taught sh*t in years… (My humble opinion)
I was gonna say BIG-E….get it?..get it? lol…i dont feel like explaining the depths of my humor…
how about KOOL ERNIE PANNICIOL-SKI, only problem it makes people think your polish. Which I doubt you are…
then again too many net-tards use ‘kool’ on reg. basis, and you DONT wanna join that club……
ernie “peace-on” pannicioli.
all letter from your name.
The wait is over brethren. At long last my new name, hold your breath, drum roll please:
“Ernie P .Majestic Overlord Master of The Infinite Universes and Sacred Mystical Verses”
That is tighter than Beyonces weave and colder than Bush’s icy heart and inbred bloodline.
I was born with the name Ernest Paniccioli the same way Aaron McGruder or Shaq O’Neil or Charles Ridenour (Chuck D) or William Drayton (Flavor Flav) were born with theirs.
Imagine a lawfirm called “Drayton & Ridenour ESQ”?
Nigeria had the best idea for shooo. Smile Ernie
Right Reverand I FUx Sr. aka Willie Mo Swagger Fux Flair Damm that’s sweet.
If Sprite Ree had not used my nickname in “Do Doo The Right Thing” I would still be calling myself what my lady friends call me “Sweet Dick Ernie”
KRS ain’t taught shit in years? Man, are you serious? That cat’s brought annunciation to a whole new level. He’s finding syllables inside of syllables.
Hey Ernie P .Majestic Overlord Master of The Infinite Universes and Sacred Mystical Verses, check out my flicks! http://www.halffullphoto.com
(shameless)
Half Full. I hate your work.
It’s talented, deep folks like you that screw up the game by really having something deep and wonderful to say with your camera.
Seriously, much respect.
Everything touched me and that is to me what art is supposed to do, touch people, make them think and feel. Keep doing it. yes, yes, yes.
One question : Who is the skinny ugly guy with the red/gold/green wristband?
Oh no, my 2nd favorite rapper Mos Dizzle mos Def.
Keep creating art.
Peace, Ernie P Majestic 12
I am sharing this story of a family that has been touched by tragedy and that have been political prisoners, tortured, had family members killed and are trying to survive.
A little know fact, I am the president of the Yungchen Lhamo Foundation. An organization that provides help and resources, and artificial limbs for Tibetan people who have had hands and feet cut off during torture in their homeland (their homeland Tibet is under colonizing rule of the Chinese Army and the people have been forced to give up their religion, traditions, language and culture. Just like African Slaves or Native Americans were treated. The reason you hear or know so little about them is that American Media is in bed with it’s government and that government is trying to link American corporations with Chinese consumers and does not want anything to upset that lucrative setup)
To see who this amazing Sister/Freedom Fighter/Artist is go to http://www.yungchenlhamo.com
Trust me, she is a powerful, spiritual, creative, liberating force for justice. Please help in any way you can and
please, please help pass the word. Bro. Ernie
The New York Times
By MANNY FERNANDEZ
Published: June 23, 2007
Gonpo Dorjee, 16, arrived in America on May 26. But he has seen little of his new home, New York City. The sights he sees most often are a small swath of the East River and part of the industrial skyline of Greenpoint, Brooklyn — the view from the window of his room at Bellevue Hospital Center in Manhattan.
Gonpo, a native of Lhasa, the capital of Tibet, had been in New York close to two weeks when he and his mother went for a walk on the morning of June 8 near their home in Sunnyside, Queens. They had planned to go shopping. At a traffic light on Queens Boulevard at 47th Street, they stood on the sidewalk, waiting to cross the wide, busy boulevard.
His mother, Nyiga Tenzin Nordon, told him to be cautious. “I said: ‘This is Queens Boulevard. It’s a very dangerous place, so anytime you cross this street you have to be careful,’ ” she said.
Seconds later, before they even tried to cross, she heard a loud boom. In this city of collisions, everything — car frames, healthy bones, peace of mind — can shatter in an instant.
A red Jeep Cherokee with Florida license plates collided with a silver Honda Civic, and the impact sent the Honda over the curb and into a pole, striking Gonpo, Ms. Nordon and two other pedestrians.
Gonpo’s right leg was crushed below the knee, and he was taken to Bellevue. The driver of the Jeep sped away. Gonpo remains at Bellevue, in his room on the eighth floor, on his bed, not saying much, not even to his mother. The police say the driver of the Jeep caused the accident.
Ms. Nordon, 35, says she often thinks about the driver. The police have yet to capture him. “He just left like that,” she said. “He’s not a human being. No matter what, he should have stopped.”
She sleeps next to her son, her only child, and knows the hospital well. Her mother was recently found to have liver cancer and had been hospitalized off and on at Bellevue . For nearly a week in June, her son recuperated on the eighth floor while her mother was treated on the 15th.
Gonpo comes from a family of Tibetan immigrants who have known both success and struggle. Ms. Nordon’s sister is Yungchen Lhamo, one of the world’s most popular Tibetan singers. Ms. Lhamo, who lives with Ms. Nordon in an apartment in Sunnyside, records for Real World Records.
In 2003, when she first came to the United States, Ms. Nordon began working with immigration officials to have Gonpo join her in New York. She was granted political asylum in 2005. She said Gonpo’s father was murdered because of his political beliefs in Tibet , which the Chinese have occupied since the 1950s. Gonpo never knew his father because when he was killed Gonpo was 3 weeks old.
Gonpo had been living in a boarding school in India, waiting to reunite with his mother and the rest of the family. Before he arrived in New York, he had not seen his mother in about two years. “I was so excited,” she said of seeing her son again. “He’s here. The whole family was so excited.”
Now, she leans by him as he lies on his hospital bed, whispering in his ear, behind her a framed picture of Gonpo at 14, smiling.
On Wednesday, she returned to Queens Boulevard for the first time since the accident. She was shaking. A friend helped her cross at 38th Street. “I couldn’t walk,” she said. “I couldn’t walk.”
Years ago, Queens Boulevard had become such a treacherous place for pedestrians that it earned the nickname the Boulevard of Death. From 1993 to 2000, 70 pedestrians were killed on the boulevard. The number of pedestrian deaths has since decreased significantly: There were two in 2005, two in 2006 and none so far in 2007, according to the city’s Department of Transportation.
Ms. Nordon cleans hotel rooms at the Hilton Garden Inn Times Square on Eighth Avenue, but she has not returned to work since her son was injured. Gonpo cannot walk. He is in stable condition as he waits for both plastic and orthopedic surgeries next week, said Dr. Lori Legano, one of Gonpo’s doctors.
“What’s encouraging is that he doesn’t have signs of infection,” Dr. Legano said.
Ms. Nordon worries about the bills and health insurance. She said she is unsure, since her son just arrived in New York, if her health insurance will cover his medical bills. Her mother, she said, does not have insurance. A fund was established in Gonpo’s name to help the family with medical and other expenses (The Gonpo Dorjee Fund, P.O. Box 716, Lake Katrine, N.Y. 12449).
damn that story is crazy……..Yo Half Full you’re pictures are lovely homie….Ernie I gave myself my own nicknames and I pretty sure thats not how it works, whatever.
wow…thanks for the look, guys. That’s peace. Today I leave my 9-5 (as an educator) to concentrate on photography full time and the kind words from Big E the Light Catcha (a true legend in the game) are some for real wind in the proverbial sails.
Thanks for posting that story. Are there any opportunities for documentary work with the Yungchen Lhamo Foundation? I’m hoping to work with a worthy NGO in the near future and ya’ll seem to be doing amazing and much needed work.
ream-team
go to her web site
http://www.yungchenlhamo.com
also she has a touching video on her myspace site
Yes a documentary is possible. Everything is possible.
For now we need to help her and her family deal with a medical emergency and are planning a concert and a auction of my prints and the prints of Jamel Shabazz.
Please help spread her story throughout the internet. If we reach one million people and each person gives one single dollar! Imagine
Your work has heart and shows love for people. Keep it that way.
Peace, Bro. Ernie