Being an Internets Celebrity isn’t always all low-brow glamorous like eating an extra value crispy chicken meal at Wendy’s. Like all the best low paying professions there’s some work involved in doing this. It’s good for me that I like this job.
Das Racist invited me to hang out with them at the release party for their latest mixtape project ‘Sit Down, Man’. You might imagine that the tripster darlings of the internets know how to throw a party. Well I’ll confirm the yes. It starts with letting anyone who arrives early get their drink on gratis of the producing party promoting Cerberus – Greedhead, Mad Decent and Mishka.
A few bands that DR fux with opened the stage up for them. Tecla Esposito, who is also part of the retro electro galactic R & B band Gordon Voidwell was the first act. I think I’m in love with her. Keepaway brought an Amish drum and bass rockstar vibe to the party. Next was Maluca Mala who made me think she could be the daughter of Sheila E. and Prince, if they had ever mated.
Das Racist was due to perform next but my glass slipper was about to become a wooden clog because I had to scramble back to Brooklyn to record the Combat Jack Radio Show. I missed the DR set but these folks caught it and liked it.
Celebrate the life and artistic legacy of Roy DeCarava…
C.S.’s father was an accomplished artist who was supremely and fiercely principled. Because of this he would eschew much of the acclaim that other less courageous artists would accept for themselves. DeCarava demanded that he be viewed as an artist, without qualification as an African American artist, or street artist, or a documentarian.
He took his camera everywhere he went. He lived and raised his family in Bed Stuy, but was born and raised uptown in Harlem. The art world tried to marginalize him because so many of his early subjects were the residents of the neighborhoods where he lived and worked. He knew that this made his subjects and his art no less great, even as the T.I.’s tried to say otherwise.
I’m proud to say that I was a fan of Roy DeCarava’s photographs decades before I had met him. In real life he was as compelling as the images he crafted. Speaking truth to power and expressing the beauty of it all, DeCarava is in large part the inspiration for why I do what I do.
In memory of
ROY DeCARAVA
A celebration of the
life and work of
an American artist
Monday, May 10th at 6:30 PM
The Cooper Union Great Hall
7 East Seventh Street at Third Avenue
New York City
RafiK Shalom threw down the gauntlet(or so he says), but I’m throwing it down now for real.
The Internets Celebrities F.I.T. Club is now getting started. Even tho’ we haven’t completed our Ghetto Big Mac trilogy we are still moving forward with our plans to make ourselves healthier. Hopefully we can improve the lifestyles of our friends across the internets as well.
It’s simply about making better decisions on the daily. Consistency will be the key to the plan. I’m not going to get on a scale to weigh myself. I’m a lard ass. It’s fuxin’ obvious. What I am going to do is make a decision to not purchase a 24oz. $1 can of Arizona sugar water when I am thirsty and instead I will spend that same $1 on a 16oz. bottle of Poland Spring water. Sure I’m losing 8 fluid ounces in the trade off, but think about the money I’m actually saving in health related costs in the future?
Provided I live that long. That’s the other totally awesome thing about becoming health conscious, you start to get a God complex. Once you worry about living longer and doing things you think will give you access to longer life you are in effect biting the apple. Literally, and figuratively. Let’s get healthy internets so that we can live forever and tell God to go to hell.
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 iC’s were hoping to make the jump to the South by South West Media and Music Conference this year with one of our pics on our plate but no dice from the SxSW braintrust this time around. That’s too bad since we could have painted the town iC red (its the color you get when you mix blood, vomit and cherry Kool-Aid together) something like we did when we were at the Sundance Film Festival.
Anyhoo, I’m still petitioning to make the trip to Austin, but I’m hoping that a bigtime corporation will foot the bill since my rent money is late again. It turns out that PepsiCo is a bigtime sponsor of the conference and I just happen to use Mountain Dew Voltage as my substitute for water. At least I did until I decided to boycott Mountain Dew Voltage because they weren’t sending me to SxSW. Yes, I am retarded for staging a boycott, but that is what my mom calls me when I leave the basement to make a Ghetto Big Mac.
I’m hoping that enough of my friends will support this Mountain Dew Blue boycott along with me to convince the folks at Mountain Dew to send me and a cameraman to Austin to film the goings on. If Mountain Dew wants iC quality production then they only need to come up on some iC dollars. This is PepsiCo internets. These are the dudes that underwrote Shaquille O’Neal’s first rap album.
Sending some of us to film in Austin Texas >>> Kazam! (^ and you know this maaaaaan)
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DP x 40 Deez loose in the BX (<- that's the Bronx, but you knew that)
I suppose I could simply co-opt the Nike slogan of ‘Just Do It’ since I shamelessly plug for their products on my own website, but the message I wanted to leave you with for the beginning of the week is more profound.
How much shit do we dream about and then ultimately leave undone because we were afraid of the result? Fear is a paralyzing motherfucker like getting Lime disease. I’m not talking about that shit you get from deer ticks, I’m talking about the shit you get when someone smacks the shit out of you with a pillowcase full of small green citrus fruits the size of golf balls.
I can’t front and act like I don’t be afraid myself. I am afraid sometimes of being successful. The biggest reward for hard work, for good work, is actually more work. Sometimes I’m afraid that I might just be good enough to do something for myself. Maybe those fucks that said I was a piece of shit were wrong after all? If they were wrong though I still have to work my ass off to keep their sneers on silent mode.
My homie Dart Adams sent me this link to an interview with maverick animator and filmmaker Ralph Bakshi that went down at Comic Con 2008 (look for the i.C.’s over there in 2009). Ralph Bakshi is a personal hero to me for his controversial film ‘Coonskin’. Also for the fact that Bakshi frequently says that Disney can suck his balls.
The revolution will not be televised. It will be podcast on a vlogcast via an e-mail blast. I don’t know all the technical terms for Web 2.735 I just know that I will no longer be afraid to command this medium. Fuck fear. Fuck fear in the ‘A’.
I like to think Urine Nation succeeds as a guide for the bathroom challenged. But let’s face it – we’re a little low on actual facts and numbers. It’s all well and good to say find a hotel, find a Starbucks, find a phonebooth. But if I’m on corner A in neighborhood B, where the fuck is that actual fine hotel with the fancy handsoaps? We speak in generalities because it’d be more like a feature film, a decalogue even, to cinematically render ALL the locations deserving and accepting of your piss in Manhattan.
We keep it short video style because there are people out there like Tommy Mintz – an old high school chum of Rafi and I – who will go that extra mile. Ladies and Gentlemen, witness…
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