Friday, November 14, 2008

Soulja Boy Was... Just Joking?


It seemed like "hating" bloggers worst criticims of Soulja Boy were validated in late October when Toure released an interview with the Supa-manning rapper where he said, "Shout out the slave masters! Without them we'd still in Africa...we wouldn't be here to get this ice and tatoos!"

Insert: Hysterical backlash from every thinking person in America who caught wind of this.

But earlier this week, hiphopdx.com featured an interview with Soulja Boy about his inflammatory, insane comments. Soulja Boy claims that his comments were taken out of context and that he was actually being sarcastic because he didn't want to do the interview with Toure anyway. He says that he had seen the interview that he did with his pals, Bow Wow and Omarion and he knew that Toure would be out to hurt him.

"He was out for me to say something stupid so he can hurt me with [it]," Soulja Boy said. "And that’s what he did. So you know, it is what it is. Man, fuck Toure."

Now, I'll be the first to admit that Toure is a little annoying. Hell, who am I kidding? Dude irks the shit outta me. And yes, he does seem to like to try to bait artists into being stupid with his stupid questioning. But is it really his fault if they take the bait? And to be honest, I think it's easy to believe without question that Soulja Boy would say something so stupid. I mean, this is the creator of "Yah Trick Yahh!".

So what do you think? Was Soulja Boy really being sarcastic? Were his comments taken out of context? Or is he really a dumb ass? Or... do you not care any more because Obama won?

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Ol' Dirty Bastard's Mom Speaks, 4 Years Later


The following is a letter Cherry Jones, Ol's Dirty Bastard's mom, would like to release to the media (in her own words) -

Four years ago today marks one of the most tragic days in my life when I lost my son Rusty whom many of you know as Ol' Dirty Bastard. For the past four years I have sat back and watched certain individuals try and tarnish my sons beliefs. My son loved every single one of his children and every single one of their mothers and provided for them all the best he could when he was alive. My son was an extremely generous soul. In the past four years, my daughter has portrayed me very poorly in law, Icelene. While I am very upset with my daughter in law's false remarks towards me, I am more upset by the way the other children Rusty had fathered and cherished are not being taken care of properly. I am also outraged that it appears Icelene has been diverting money away from the other children and taking out personal loans against Rusty's Estate Assets. She has gone through numerous attorneys and her new attorneys have racked up numerous amounts of legal fees and have accomplished nothing. The fans want my son's last album, which they are not allowing Koch to drop.

I'm not a lawyer or a judge but the children's attorney, the Estates lawyer Donald David and Jeremy Shure and the Judge Margarita Lopez Toress seem to have no interest in stopping Icelene from looting the estate. In fact many of the mothers have recently hired their own attorney's for the children because some of them felt that the attorney that Judge Margarita Lopez Torres appointed for them wasn't properly representing their children. He hasn't showed up at depositions, he hasn't done anything to protect my grandchildren. How can you allow someone who has spent over six figures and taken out personal loans against estate assets to continue? Even the bonding company who bonds the Estate is fighting to get out because of the fraud she has committed on the Estate.

It also troubles me that Ferrar and Strauss, a division of Macmillan, are publishing a book about my son's life. After my son got out of prison, Dirty's manager, Jarred Weisfeld, and I received a call that Rolling Stone wanted to do an interview with Dirty. We said ok and allowed the person to interview him. She came back for one more interview, which took place at a concert. The article never appeared in Rolling Stone however it did appear in The Village Voice. After my son passed this author who knew my son for only a few hours decided to write a book and asked Jarred and myself to take part in it. We declined and asked that she not use any part of the interview she conducted with my son, in her book, but she did. I am asking all of Dirty's fans to boycott this book as none of the proceeds are going to his children and this authors motives and intentions seem to be to disgrace my son's legacy.

Also, quotes from lawyer, Robert Shapiro, in yesterday's newspaper, are shameful. The fact that an attorney who represented my son for less than a minute, would comment and speculate on my son's health to get his name in print is disgraceful. The world knows that Robert Shapiro was not really my son's attorney and his real attorney was like a second father to him and his name is Peter Frankel, one of the only people who went above and beyond the call of duty for my son and whom I love dearly for that.

I hope next year my son's final album will be released for the 5th Anniversary of his passing. It pains me to have to write this on the day of his passing but I needed to address this.

I know my son would have been at that rally in Chicago when the first African American President was elected and I'm sure he would have gone up on stage and grabbed the microphone as only he could.

Lastly today is a very sad day not only for me but also for my entire family including Dirty's father and his siblings and children. I will always love my son Rusty and I will always make sure all of his children are taken care of.

His loving mother, Cherry Jones

Friday, November 7, 2008

The Foreign Exchange w/ Small Eyez, Stacy Epps and Yahzarah (Dec. 6)

Yay!!! The Foreign Exchange is coming here! This is definitely the bright spot in an already dreary ass day.

Add that to the fact that my girl STACY EPPS (please don't sleep on the Awakening) and my boy SMALL EYEZ along w/ Yahzarah are all gonna be peforming too and you have one helluva show.

Can't wait for this!!

(Tix are $18 in advance, $23 at the door)

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Remember Jax- Nov. 8 at Lenny's


Attend if you can, or make a donation to his family. I can only imagine what they're going through.

The Day After Obama Won: New America? Or Not So Much?


I woke up this morning feeling...different. To be honest, I kind of felt like if I turned on the morning news, I would see chaos in the streets, everything turned upside down, clouds lying on the grass, or just... something. America just elected it's first black president. It's surreal. Just last year around this time, black folk were gathered in Louisiana protesting the unjust treatment of some kids who got in a schoolyard fight and caught felony charges because they were black.

My feeling of different-ness followed me to the gas station. Dude, we have a black president. A black president who is married to black woman. A for real black woman at that-- darker skinned, and just... black. As I pumped my gas, a lady was coming out of the store, talking to her friend about the voting lines yesterday. I smiled at her. You know, one of those knowing smiles where it's like you're exchanging some sort of private information even though the person on the other end is a complete stranger. The lady looked sorta taken aback. She didn't really return my "knowing smile" instead she gave a quick "good morning" and gave me the strange eye. Her look clearly said, "what the hell is this weird woman looking at me for?" Actually, in Atlanta it very well could've been the Smokey, "I don't do that gay shit" look. I frowned and finished pumping my gas. Maybe I was tripping.

When I walked into work it still felt like, well, work. My co-workers were excited, no doubt... but the truth is, I still have to meet my writing quota (yes, suh! weees still have writin' quotas, massa). I dunno, I guess with the election of America's first black president, I kinda expected there to be a party in the streets. You know, like carnival. Or like Kenya, at least (they declared Thursday Obama Day).


Then, I talked to my brother. My brother is probably one of the least emotional cats you'll ever meet. I love him to death for it too-- his perspective is respected because it's like, rarely tarnished by super-emotional reactions.

Super Excited Jacinta: Dude, isn't this exciting?
Brother: Yeah, it's cool.
Super Excited Jacinta:
Don't you feel different?
Brother:
Uh...
Super Excited Jacinta:
Seriously, don't you kinda feel like it's a new day or something? Brother: Um, well I think it means we're moving closer to socialism.
Excited Jacinta
: Well, may be so. But it's still exciting... like something will change. Brother: I mean, there will still be racial profiling. Niggaz will still be getting harassed by cops tomorrow...
Not So Excited Jacinta: Yeah, you're right about that.
Brother:
Anyways, I'm about to go teach P.E. I'll holler.
Semi-Deflated Jacinta:
Peace.

I sat and thought about what he'd said, his take on the whole thing. He's a black man. He's a straight-shooting, young family oriented dude. Hell, he's actually a product of the generation that all of the news organizations so gung-ho about-- this new generation that "doesn't see race as a factor." Yet, he's been harassed by fascist police repeatedly... So, he has a point. Maybe this is just an opportunity for smug white folks to throw a blanket over years and and years of institutionalized racism, declaring everything racist dead because we have a black commander in chief. Maybe cops in NY will continue shooting black men for pulling out their wallets-- only this time, with no public outcry because racism is dead (see: black president).

Even still. Dude, we have a black president. I couldn't help but start smiling again at the thought. I remembered again the sight of Obama hugging and genuinely loving his black wife on live TV for the entire world to see. I started smiled harder. Then I talked to one of my home boys on the ever-annoying G-Chat.

Newly excited Jacinta: Dude, we have a black president!
Homeboy:
I know... I still won't believe it til January.
Realistic Jacinta:
Hahaha. I was waiting for you to say something sarcastic/realistic.
Homeboy: This shit is incredible. But yeah man....

I guess the reality is, people are surprised and hopeful. But at the end of the day, we're still way too scarred to forget what was going on just the day before Obama won. I guess only the future will tell how far we've really come in terms of race, and what this win will do for the black community, and the consciousness of the black folks (and white for that matter). I guess for the first time in a long, long time, I'm actually excited to see how it all plays out.


(Oh, and did ya'll see the HOLOGRAM on CNN? I ain't gonna lie- that shit freaked. me. out.)

Our President Is Black.

This is surreal. I really thought I'd never see this day. Beautiful.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

RIP JAX (of Binkis Recs)



Just got the news that JAX of Binkis Recs passed away last night. He was rocking a show at Lenny's (and if you've ever gotten to see Binkis live, you know they rock) and he passed out. He later passed away.

I didn't know Jax like that, but I know Craig (Flux) well. Heartfelt condolences and prayers go out to him and the rest of the Binkis fam. The Atlanta rap scene won't be the same.

Life is short. Appreciate what you have.

See a full story on Jax at Creative Loafing.

Monday, November 3, 2008

The Denver Nuggets- Remixed


First Melo cuts his hair. Now Iverson is on his way to Detroit and Chauncey Billups is on his way back home.



The Nugget's season should be interesting... Here's hoping George Karl gets the hell on by the end of November. No offense to dude, but he's clearly done all that he can do in Denver.