Thursday, 31 January 2013

10 Things That Bug Me About HipHop...

I've thought about this for a little while now, and i thought i'd compile a short list of 10 things that bug me about hiphop. I could quite easily have made it a small list of 100 things, but no.. I thought i'd start with baby steps on this occasion.

Before you read on, yes, i know there are two sides to every coin and yes, there will be a list of 10 things i like about hiphop too, so chill the funk out and lets get this shit out the way...

1. Bling.

Why is this even remotely important? I don't give a fuck about your jewellery. Your chain that doubles up as a spare rim when you scratch one. A watch that can be seen from the international space station, rings the size of a watermelon and earrings that resemble a disco ball.

Can you say "Wanker"?

2. Cars.

Cars, whips, "fat" rides. Whatever you wish to call them. I see you driving around in them, but they almost cease to be "fat" if you don't actually "own" them. Renting cars and trying to front like you own them is like saying you're a thugged out boss, from the streets, when in actual fact you were a corrections officer at a correctional facility..........Oh, wait?

Goofy, rent-a-ride rappers!

3. Social Media Beef.

What is it with rappers airing out their shit on socia media? Get in the booth and make a record. Stand on the corner and battle under a street light. Get in the ring and punch on. I don't care, just get the fuck off twitter with that childish back & forth nonsense, for fucks sake!

4. Where's Your DJ?

The absence of the DJ. Where the fuck have they gone?! Tour DJs don't count. They should be the part of the group at all times, not an accessory for your road show.

There's nothing better than seeing a dope DJ get his chance to shine with the group, whether he's adding scratches as a filler or cutting up a scratch chorus.

It gives the whole set a real live feel and an interesting dynamic to what's going on. Seriously, that shit kicks arse at a hiphop show. Gangstarr, Dilated Peoples, Jurassic 5, all spring to mind immediately. All dope groups with dope DJs. Get a clue and bring back the DJ, DAMN IT!!!


6. Production.

I remember a time when you could hear certain beats and know who it was just by the drums they used or the way they chopped up a sample. Every producer had a signature sound. Nowadays, there's a billion "producers" and "beat makers" out there, all sounding the same, and all claiming they're hot. More often than not, it's a lie.

Take the time to learn. Be patient. Develop a style. People might actually respect and listen to your shit if they know you've put in work.

 7. Buff.....lessness.

With the latest Rick Ross drama it's clear he should probably be made to start wearing a bullet proof vest.

In all honesty, what he should be made to wear is a SHIRT. Period! Don't give me that "he's not fat, he's just big boned" or that whole "he's comfortable in his own skin, leave him be".

Comfortable my arse! what about the comfort levels of my eyeballs in their sockets? That's something i don't need to see! Same goes for toothpick rappers. Looking like you need a sponsorship deal with a steak house.

So if everyone in Hiphop could keep their shirt on, that would be greatly appreciated.

8. Fashion.

Times have changed in the game over the years and like most things, fashion was apart of it. Whether it's Weezy and his.. his.. uhh.. Everything, Andre 3000 and his rather, shall we say "flamboyant" style, or Kanye in a skirt, time's have definitely changed.

Which leads me to wondering - are you a hiphop artist? Or a fashionista looking to open a fashion haus?

I shiver at the thought.

9. Classic Tracks.

Where are they? The monster that is "The Industry" - has made what i hold near and dear, all about profit margins and an artists worth. It comes down to how fast he / she / they can pump out ones product to the masses. Artists are dropping multiple releases in a single year, which in turn, leads to sub-par performances and far from memorable music for the most part.

Dr Dre for instance.. admittedly, not the best rapper in the world. But he's realesed very few albums when you think about it, yet we remember them in great detail when he does. Numerous hits and songs we can associate a time and place in our own lives with.

It could be a number of factors . More artists. Easier to release music, or less time and effort required to produce a product for people to hear. In all honesty, i don't know what it is. But what i do know is this.

They're not making music like they used too.

10. Wackness.

Stop accepting it. Stop agreeing with the masses, thinking what you see and hear is all there is to it. Do research, expand your hiphop play lists. It's amazing what you come across when you look for it.

There are talented artists that don't get the shine they deserve because of the mountain of shit in the way, which now puts the ball in your court, so to speak. It's up to the avid hiphop fan to dig through that mountain of shit and find these artists and start sharing it with others.

Fuck the rubbish off. Embrace and share the talented artists.

Like I Said...

I had to get the shit out of the way first, but i'll be sure to let you know when i drop the "10 Things I Like About HipHop" when i get around to it. Word up!


Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Non Perishable Food For Thought...

It pains me to see people bitch and moan about how hard their life is. Bugs the shit out of me to no end.

Why? Well, let me tell you why...

Your life isn't that fucking tough. Period. If you're reading this blog post, it says alot already. You have an internet connection for one. Whether it's at your home and you're sitting at your computer, or on your couch with a laptop at hand, or you're out and about reading this on your phone, most of which will do nothing short of fuck, suck and do the dishes for you. Yea, i can see why your life could be so hard.

But tell me... How is your life so tough in comparison to a homeless person?

It's unfortunate that you hate your job too. It must be a pain in the arse making money and rewarding yourself with a nice dinner and a few drinks with friends after a hard week at work. Or buying the latest shoes to hit the shelves, or a holiday overseas lapping up the sun on a tropical beach with a cocktail in hand (little umbrella included).

It must be a real hassle making rent / mortgage payments on time too, but at the same time, a great weight off your shoulders to know you CAN in fact do just that because of the lame job you hate so much.

There's a percentage of unemployed people in every town, city, state and country around the world who don't have a regular day job to hate. They aren't going out. No buying nice things. No holidays or paying bills on time. Nope. None of that.

So in comparison to millions of people around the world who don't have a job to go to, i'd say you've got a pretty sweet deal. You might feel like your not being paid enough for what you do, but it's better than not being paid at all. 

So tell me, what would you rather have... A little bit of something? Or a whole lot of nothing? .....yea, i thought so. Don't get me wrong though, i'm sure your life is tough.

Waking up on the wrong side of the bed must really bother you and your lifestyle too. Seriously. The neighbour mowing his lawn whilst you sleep. The cheek! Burnt the toast you were going to have for breakfast? Grrr!! Kicking your toe on something left on the floor, while walking to the bathroom rubbing those tired and weary eyes.... What a buzz kill.

Times like these must really make you feel like going back to bed and starting all over again, right?

You over looked the fact you got to wake up at all. It's not your RIGHT to wake up every day. Life doesn't owe you anything. Be thankful you were able to wake up and walk. That you can rub tired weary eyes that actually have vision. You get to breathe. Yea, that's right.....breathe!

Why isn't it enough for you to be able to walk, talk, see, think, feel and be able to do those things for yourself?

We take these things for granted without sparing a thought for someone who's paralysed from the waist down. Worse still, the neck down. They'll never know what it's like to feel sand between their toes at the beach, nor will they be able to walk and play with loved ones in a park on a sunny day.

Something you and i CAN do, but maybe choose not to, because you hate sand on your skin or can't be fucked playing in the park for fear of getting your clothes dirty, or god forbid, you break a sweat and your make-up runs.

Yea, i know right... What a hard life.

Those who are born with debilitating disease's or conditions that need around the clock care and attention. What about their wants in life? I'm sure they would be far more appreciative of the things most of us wouldn't think twice about, in which most cases, we didn't even think about once.

The human race can be a strange thing and continues to amaze me every day. We're complex in so many different ways and yet, we're so ridiculously simple at the same time too.

I, myself, am far from perfect. I might even be responsible for taking simple everyday things in life for granted. I try to be aware of all things great and small, but it doesn't always work out that way. I admit i can be ignorant at times. Nevertheless, i still try.

My life is what is it is. I get to shape and mould it to how i see fit, or what i'd like it to be, keeping in mind that i have alot more than so many others do, and that my life isn't really that hard at all.

The next time you feel like your life is hard, remember, there's someone, somewhere out there in the big wide world less fortunate than yourself, who is doing it twice as hard.

Some non-perishable food for thought.

Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Love Is A Two Way Street...

People who don't show love, get none in return. It's that simple.

If you want to play the role of being "too cool" to acknowledge someone likes what you're doing, or HAVE done in the past, you'll never be respected in my eyes. (Actually, i'd think you're a total wanker.)

If i see, hear or read something i like, i'm all for showing love to the work and the person that did it, whether it's music, writing, art, etc. I might even do some follow up research and see what you're about in greater detail if i really dig what you do. I enjoy finding new things. I mean, who doesn't, right?!

If i like your blog, i might write about it and post links and give you props on the work you do. If i like your music, i'll buy it and share it around to those i know who might like it, tell them who it is, where you can get it and so on. You have an event that looks dope? I might go.. No only that, i'll tell others to come with me. Happy, happy, joy, joy for all.. Everyone wins.

That's free advertising for YOU. That's information, in a good light, that's being spread around about you from a source other than you and your friends. Beat's the shit out of posting bills on a fucking lamp post in the street, if you ask me.

You can't buy that kind of attention. Ok, so you can buy followers about twitter, but how much of that will actually hit your target audience? Two words.... Fuck. All.

If you're trying to develop a fan base, you should embrace those who embraced you. You wouldn't exisit without those who enjoy your work. You wouldn't even have a fucking job if your creative body of work, whatever that may be, is your bread & butter in life.

I try to get back to everybody that showed me love on whatever i did. If i was cutting. If i was making a beat, whatever.. Or it could be a comment in real life, i'll be humble in my approach, thank them for their kinds words and carry on with life.

I realise not everyone will like what i do. But i still take the time out to acknowledge their input and efforts for even checking out what i do in the first place. It's all part of the game,and that's the way i play it.

I'm not too cool to show love to those who did so towards me, nor am i too cool to express how good i think someone elses talents are to others. Always have. Always will.

You shouldn't be "too cool" either, that sucks arse crack. Yea, i said it... just being real.