if anything you can laugh at my professional voice and marketing speak
“Moments cannot be manufactured and once passed cannot be recreated. The DD172 space is an artistic epicenter where every passing instant becomes one of consequence and Creative Control is the lens that brings those glaring moments into focus. Creative Control, the brainchild of Directors Coodie and Chike and media mogul Dame Dash is an online media network bringing you original web series and music shot by the artists themselves.
The series Sessions at DD172 will be an exhibition of talent caught candidly as they pass through the space curated by Dame Dash. Spotlighting artists like Mos Def, The Black Keys, Zoe Kravitz, and commencing with the release of the Black Roc Project, Creative Control will view the cross section of talent of all genres from every angle. See the full project as it launches Nov 27th on www.creativecontrol.tv”
That being said, its a very cool project that promises to build a new platform for music and media. Should be a good time.
Check out some of the teaser vids below and more on the vimeo page
I’ve done a lot of things in the guise of work. I say the guise because many times when you choose the right occupation you’ll get placed in situations where the things you’re asked to do for money are things you would have probably paid to do otherwise.
Lemme explain
A guy with a foot fetish would give his pinky toe to handle feet all day but the Korean pedicurist does it all day and more than likely heads home and drops a few tears in her kimchee after having to sand down bunions to make her bread.
but some things are a perfect match
I hate people. So I was sent paint balling.
To shoot the lookbook for the Holiday ‘09 season 10 Deep crew went deep into the woods to practice the barbaric act of simulating wartime situations with two teams set out to make each others faces look like a preschoolers arts and crafts project.
In between shots the crew went rouge in the forest with paint filled air rifles like the love child of John Rambo and Jackson Pollack.
My aggressions are usually set in the written word so an chance to unload a clip of baby nursery redecorating grade ammunition into the back of a co-worker was cathartic.
So im guessing i picked the right job
but I just applied for the position of Quality assurance tester at the vagina factory. Cross your fingers!
I’m not a religious person by any means, but i hear its not polite to talk about politics or religion at the dinner table so i wont discuss my abject hedonism in a public forum. Perhaps they saw my dionysian ways and thought I needed as much help as i could get or maybe they thought in all of my opulent glory I would revel in holding the head of a martyr, but the peoples at Good Wood thought it best to give me a Jesus Piece.
Not just a any Jesus Piece, an all a black, wooden, stunt worthy joint with my name on the back WHAT! Plus when i got it it smelled like bacon, but what I thought to be added value ended up being just odd coincidence.
Story is that they chose 10 people to give this Lumber Lord to and my name must have popped up during their intense selection process of throwing darts at the phone book. I really don’t even know who else has one aside from my man Joe La Puma, Chris aka CtotheJL and my man Marcus Troy (who has two cause that boy need Jesus!). I would say that I appreciate being in such good company, but i think that other Blackout Bible man holders might be Buster Douglas and the dancing old man from the six flags commercials so i reserve my accolades.
I’ve learned from young not to blame other people for your problems. I mastered passing the buck early. The dog that I never had had a persistent and insatiable craving for homework. It was Phil Knight’s fault that I was broke and whoever invented Popeye’s chicken I want to shake his hand with my right hand and punch him in the gonads with my left, but i digress. Im over the blame game, however there is one situation currently on the table that seems worthy of me taking abject finger pointing out of retirement.
Jay Electronica is the reason i hate rap
Sounds pretty unreasonable doesn’t it? Well let me break it down with empirical evidence
Jay Electronica’s additions to big book of rap are the silver bullet next to the cannon fodder of rap. The platinum plate of filet mignon next to the plastic tray of Lunchables. The race to the itunes once word that another melding of his commanding voice and a Just Blaze track has strutted its way onto the net is akin to the goosebumps I felt tuning into the Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito show at 3am in the morn and hearing Crooklyn Dodgers 2 for the first time. The visceral thrill of hearing something so beautifully poetic yet utterly violent, something that makes you wonder whether a smile is audible while still making you nod like a narcoleptic heroin addict.
So why praytell does he make me hate rap?
Cause other rap ain’t this good, and it makes no attempts to be.
Shouts to Jay Electronica for being a good and humble dude and to FWMJ for the introduction amongst other things.
