In honor of Martin Luther King Day, I thought we’d run some of our past attempts to get the Internets to stop being racist. Or chickenist. Or hip-hop separatists.
Only Chickenheadz R Racist
On this solo run, Dallas tried to debunk the notion that fried chicken was just for black people.
Rock the Bells
At Rock the Bells we found a high degree of musical miscegenation going on. Most of the white kids were there to see Wu-Tang. The black kids – okay there were hardly any black kids. But the few we found were there for Rage Against the Machine.
MLK may not have gotten there with us – but seeing Dallas get free hits of that white-boy weed would surely have made him proud. Maybe.
We decided to make our first visit to the famous Di Fara’s for lunch since we were already shooting a video in that Brooklyn neighborhood.
Every pie at Di Fara is made with love by Dom DeMarco and the quality draws a big crowd of pizza tourists even with the long waits and $5 slices. We spent nearly two hours in Di Fara’s, the bulk of that time watching Dom at work on one beautiful looking pie after another.
Finally we got our pie and found out if it was worth the wait.
We’re going to try and get to the bottom of a billion dollar question in our next video. In this hellish economy, should the public be spending billions of dollar to make new sports stadiums, geared to a wealthier audience and benefiting private sports teams? It seems like the only socially acceptable form of welfare is corporate welfare. What part of the game is that?
Here in New York City, two new baseball stadiums launched this year at a cost to the public of over 2 billion dollars. Next year there’ll be a new Giants stadium. The New Jersey Nets may be moving to Brooklyn a few years after that.
With all this development going on and all this money disappearing, who better than us to investigate what these sports teams have been doing. No one else seems to be talking about it. And besides we know a thing or two about getting over and getting freeshit.
We’re using a new service called Kickstarter to raise the money to make this project a reality. Check our Kickstarter page out to learn more about it, including how you can help this video get made while at the same time getting cool and unique rewards for your contribution.
Bonus to the Bonus:Emergency Exit is a piece by Chinese artist Chen Wenling, depicting the Wall Street Bull ass-ramming a horned Bernie Madoff and pinning him up against a wall. Some really weird shit going on in this one. Literally.
Internets Celebrities Secret Handshake
Bonus to the Bonus: In the old days, some rappers were accused of freebasin’. Now they’re accused of being freemasons. This Youtube video claims to have found some secret in the grips of rap royalty.
We jumped at the chance to attend New York’s annual celebration of street vendor food – the Vendy Awards – this weekend. Thanks to Amy and the Street Vendor Project for the hookup. And the wafel truck in particular for rocking our world.
Dallas, Rafi and I just finished a new movie about street vendors and we would like very much for you to watch it.
It’s our longest movie to date (which I know isn’t a selling point on the internets) yet I still feel like it just barely scratches the surface of street vendor culture in New York City.
Take this fact omitted from the movie for instance:
The # of licensed street vendors ALLOWED in NYC = 853 (Merchandise) and 3000 (Food Vendors).
And it’s been like that for over 2 decades. I always thought anyone could get a license or permit to be a street vendor after passing a test or doing an interview. I assumed the number of vendors was based solely on the number of people who wanted to be vendors. Well, I assumed wrong.
Like a lot of our movies, we chose for our subject, something we three New Yorkers have taken for granted growing up in this city. I can’t speak for Dallas and Rafi but I’m fond of the knish, the pretzel, the hot dog and very occasionally the bootleg DVD. Before we made this movie I never really wondered who comprised the workforce that brought me these city delights. Sadly, I think it’s human nature to push a lot of stuff into the background. Hopefully, this movie shines a little light on a population that has had its business and its rights compromised by an effed the eff up economy, an overzealous police force and the lobbying efforts of Big Retail.
Enjoy the movie, let us know what you think, spread the word if you’re inclined and afterwards, if you feel worn out, Fux with naps!
(That last bit might make more sense after you watch the movie)
Has it really been over a year since the last i.C. feature presentation?
Sure, I do all kinds of Ricky Retardo shit on my site – DallasPenn.com and my corresponding YouTube page, and Casimir still makes films that are LOL funny and Rafi still dissects the egregious commercialization of Hip-Hop at the revamped OhWord.com, but as far as Internets Celebrities goodness there hasn’t been a flick in a minute.
We all enjoy a modicum of success in our own separate endeavors, but when we form the three-headed social justice Cerberus not even an army of Michael Vicks can drown out our barking. The great news is that in a short while you will all see our latest project. The three of us take to the streets of NYC to get a portrait from the frontlines of the U.S. economy. I wanted to say street level view but using the word ’street’ in the sentence twice looked like bad form.
Anyhoo…
As the new movie is about to roll off the Final Cut Pro console we thought we could entertain you with a mini-clip from the virtual cutting room floor. Cas chopped up a nice little clip from one of the interviews we conducted while on the grind for this new project. The funny backstory for this clip is that the subject essentially volunteered to be interviewed since he saw us with our fancy camera out.
There are certainly eight million stories in the city when you consider the folks that are homeless as a lifestyle choice. This man has no overhead and free entertainment provided by the New York public library system. The bonus is that he gets high everyday. Homelessness for the win. Internets, meet Jean aka Scott, Homeless Celebrity.
Tron Guy was nice enough to answer some pressing questions regarding the new Tron movie, the fact that he owns a plane and what we have to do to save the economy.
The i.C.’s are the future party people, and the future is now.
Okay the future was then, but you missed it. Here comes the future again right now.
Damn, there it went.
You have to be on time if you want to be part of the future. In the following movie Rafi and I will travel to the future in order to de-segregate breakfast and lunch. Can’t we all sit together at the table of low nutritional value fastfood brotherhood? Hells Chea! But that requires that you get to McDonald’s by 10:55am. Right before the menu board is irrevocably switched from breakfast to lunch. Order your breakfast as you would like it. While you stand at the counter in the moments that will be required for your order to be completed, let’s call that the time-space continuum, place your lunch order.
You have just traveled to the future. It is a place where eggs come together with premium LUNCH chicken meat as well as Swiss cheese, Canadian bacon, French fries and a marvel of American engineering… Syrup-injected bread. This my friends is how you travel on an international spaceship. Don’t forget to add the premium honey mustard sauce to keep all the parts well lubricated and don’t you dare let anyone ever tell you how to eat your food.
I hope you are all balls deep in some summer fun. Your balls, of course. [ll] to me referencing your balls.
The i.C. collective has been ruminating on which outdoor music festival we would fucks with this summer. The Brooklyn Hip-Hop Festival is on and popping again. I thought we did a pretty decent job covering this single day event by posting four (4) videos of our exploits there. My favorite joint was the final one titled ‘The Lost Tapes’. This is where I think you can really see how much love we have for this Hip-Hop shit. Plus, Rafi came off with the greatest line evar when he asked Killa Sha what he did for Traj Kadafi other than holding dude’s sacks [ll]. Classic.
With this event under our belt we trudged around Randall’s Island in a downpour to film the scene at the Rock The Bells concert. On that day the ‘i’ in i.C.’s should have stood for intrepid. The grounds were a fucking mess and the event organizers treated the press worse than the shit that was festering all summer in the gang of port-a-potties on the campsite. None of the difficulty in producing the video was evident and what you see are Rafi and I having the time of our lives enjoying the soundtrack to our lives while kids injured themselves mudwrestling and someone gets to smoke some good ass “white boy” weed.
You would have thought that we would be invited by either of these event organizers to return this summer and produce videos of these concerts that surpassed the quality of our previous work? You would be wrong in that thinking however. The iNternets Celebrities remain as the Rodney Dangerfields of this outdoor Hip-Hop concert shit. This lack of love from the event organizers had left one i.C. member a bit unmotivated to return to these events.
I can’t blame Rafi totally since I am the dude that said “Eff the Bklyn Hip-Hop Fest!” I found myself feeling a kind of way because of their previous swagger jack from i.C. material. I know who taught them dudes their language and I didn’t even get a Brooklyn Bodega New Era fitted cap as a thank you. Rafi feels that Guerilla Nation doesn’t represent or support that ethos by not recognizing our transcendant guerilla filmmaking.
At the end of the day we are both correct. Our love for the subject matter was never based on profit. We cover these events because we love this music. Sometimes though we have to use tough love even if it breaks our hearts so that we don’t contribute to the bottom lines of the vultures that are picking at the bones of the Hip-Hop carcass. I would love to cover the Brooklyn Hip-Hop Festival and the Rock The Bells concert in true iNternets Celebrities style with all access press passes that allowed us into the craft services area and the hooker bus. But alas my friends, not this year.
However, our outdoor concert season isn’t totally fucked the fuck up…
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