Dude - you make pretty decent hip-hop music, and a lot of it is definitely a refreshing turn for the genre, but I would in no way state that you have broken new ground. Nor would I, in any way, shape, or form, agree that you are some kind of hip-hop messiah. In fact, I personally find your celebrity image frightfullly boring and dorky (and I don't mean in a cool-ironic way).
Frankly, I'm kind of surprised by your popularity, and at first I thought it pleasant to see a seemingly nice young man like yourself become so successful. However, your cockiness is so embarassing and just wrong.
I know I'm just working out my own issues somehow here, but allow me to continue:
Your look doesn't go very well with your bad-ass attitude. For instance, this pink argyle sweater: no. The above wings, even for a show of any sort: no.
I just saw Rize the other night for the first time, David LaChappelle's documentary film about krumping and clowning, an LA ghetto dance phenomenon.
When I was 7 and discovered breakdancing, I was speechless with a) how motherfucking cool it looked and b) the desire to learn how to do it myself. Of course, I was never diligent enough to get past the Helicopter, and I lived far from the ghetto depicted in Breakin' 2 Electric Boogaloo, so, no, I can't and have never been able to actually breakdance.
Anyways, Rize made me feel exactly the same way, except now I'm 30, so it is with profound sadness that I say i don't think I will try to learn to krump. Besides, it looks like I would definitely break my spleen and lose all my chakras, plus kill everyone in the room with me, if i tried it.
So I'll just watch the movie over and over instead. It's very inspiring. At least Madonna seems to think so. Watching the movie, I caught scenes and moves that were exactly recreated in the Hung Up video. In fact, Madonna has acquired one of the dancers featured prominently in the film, Miss Prissy, for her current dance entourage.
I've posted some new images in my Pixxx album. Check this great one out of Mr. Aatom Bomb. I'm sure the initial grins and giggles will eventually die out, but the built-in iSight camera on my new computer sure is entertaining.
I went to Happy Valley last night. It's a club on 27th street between 5th and Broadway. Apparently it was the Heatherette after-party or something. Richie Rich was channeling Madonna in some pretty white roller gear. There was a large bunch of red balloons tied up over the dance floor when I arrived. Shortly thereafter, Suzanne Bartsch said something (I think) from the stage, and then the balloons were dropped. All of the sudden, everyone was popping the balloons, and I realized there was CASH IN EVERY BALLOON!!! 1s, 5s, 10s, and 20s, from what I saw. Some chick was holding three 20s she apparently found. There was money all over the floor. Ms. Bartsch added icing to the mayhem by making her exit while tossing more cash from the stage. That's just fucking cunty, I'm sorry.
I have never been timely. It is very difficult for me to get anywhere on time. It has to be genetics. Cuban time or something. However, at my latest job, I've done an excellent job of getting there on time, early or within 4-5 minutes of my start time. The thing is, those 4-5 minutes are starting to turn into about 5-6 minutes. You see where I'm getting at? I'm 30. I need to nip this in the bud.
So I left early today.
I got in the elevator outside my apartment on the 7th floor. The door closed. I was alone.
I proceeded to remain stuck in my elevator for exactly 15 minutes. 15 minutes of shame. I was never scared. Thank god my phone worked. I was more concerned of the idea that I may remain in there long enough to have to actually yell, "help!" How pathetic that would have been. More so than getting stuck in the first place.
Anyways, I didn't yell help. I just used up the last bar of juice on my phone, the elevator eventually magically started worked again, and I went to work.
And got there 4-5 minutes late. Urghghghghghghg!!!!!
Though there are many 'legendary' DJs in New York, Junior Vasquez and Danny Tenaglia have always defined New York house music and all it's drama - at least for me. Check out this ancient picture of the two of them. It reminds me of the Muppet Babies for some reason. Thanks Wes!