Maybe I've Been Brainwashed Too

A few reflections on a great but horrible night...




Utica, and upstate NY in general, is full of hoodrats. Not just black girls, the hoodrat mentality extends beyond racial borders.

LUPE FUCKING FIASCO is coming to utica?!? If I don't get a ticket, someones getting raped and/or pregnant.

I've made some great friends over the years, and its good having a support system of like-minded people to bounce ideas off of. I feel like the netwok of freinds that I have right now is the tightest, most complete click I've ever had, and as a guy with no family nearby to speak of, that's saying a lot.

I'm giving serious thought to retiring my "club card"....the whole dancing thing is mindless fun to me, but social interactions while pitbull is blaring out of an eight foot speaker is severly limiting. A neighborhood bar with a lively crowd...now thats my scene.


LUPE FUCKING FIASCO. O.M.F.G. How could tickets go on sale Monday, yet I don't find out until Friday?

Sign of the Times (Roman)

Alright, so I finally checked my e-mail (something I do maybe once a month) and found the invite to post on the illustrious shinysuitrappers (my favorite kind!) blog.  I'm not quite sure how to navigate these pages.  I don't even have a solid idea at the moment, but I got giddy at the prospect of an empty dialogue box and my hands went straight to the home row.  I like words, despite the vulgarity of the English language as we know it.  I also have a strong belief that writing (typing) whatever your head holds is extremely therapeutic, especially for people like myself who save their tongue for other things....

I'm fond of the owner of this blog.  Otherwise, I wouldn't be wasting my time.  I believe he and I are the same in a lot of ways and I find relating to him easy-a rare fucking thing (if you knew me you'd know).  I understand this is shinysuitrappers, but at this point I will interject poignant NOFX lyrics (punk and hip hop came up together, people, and are the same in spirit) that sums it up for me: "Don't talk to me, we'll get along just fine."  Cheers, Justin.  Lemme try to post this and tool with the rest of the site before we delve deeper......

Heavy Thinkers...

It's true, I'm a fully formed, tastefully-appointed Black male. In spite of this, I have viewed an episode or two of Seinfeld in my day. On one particular episode George had an epiphany...he reminisced on a long streak of past failures and decided from that point on to do the opposite of what he would normally do in a given situation where he previously would not prevail. Which leads to this weeks social experiment...


I have no idea where I obtained this "gift" for over thinking. An ex girlfriend said that I had an anxiety problem...maybe, i think I just inherited my fathers journalistic spirit and penchant for finding drama or story lines in anything. That, combined with my tendency to "try not to lose" instead of desiring to win has me feeling lately like I'm not living up to my WAVY potential. A good friend of mine said it best (Quoted for dramatic effect)"...over-analysis kills me every time. It's disgusting. It's that same thought process over and over, repeated in a circle that'll show an infinite amount of flaws once action is actually set in motion. Like " damn, this was easier than I thought."(Thanks Dan!) That right there people is Real Talk...I have been MASSIVELY guilty of thinking and analyzing my way out of situations where I had a great chance to succeed.

So...for the next 2 weeks, I'm going to adopt a full risk taking mentality...where I would normally weigh the pros and cons, I'm just going to DO. If I'm in a scenario that seems familiar, I'm going to do the opposite of what I would have done in the past. I'll update regarding the results in exactly two weeks...I have a few things "pending" that this could apply to. Until then..."Kobe, how does my ass taste?"- Shaq

one more hit...

electrorockv3-disc3

Yeah I'm late, who gives a shit...

ElectroRock V3 Disc 2

8.8.08. ElectroRockv3 pt.1 is finally out on ur internetzzz

New piffery from Turbo a.k.a. Balrog..pt 1 of ElectroRockv3...get it here....parts 2 and 3 will be released on the 16th and 24th respectively.

All Up In Ya Guts

At 8am this morning, my WAVY self tried to read this short story by Chuck Paluhniak titled "Guts." I have just ruined my entire day.

Be A Rapper Too!

Yes, this is the ShinysuitRappers blog, and though I haven't posted many things pertaining directly to that yet, or anything really worthwhile in general of late(mainly because I've had no time), I figured I'd give a little enlightenment. The first tape, yes tape, that I ever purchased was A Tribe Called Quest's Midnight Marauders. ATCQ's whole style, the whole Native Tongues click in general defined me for a while, and even still to this day. In high School before moving to NY I was the one black kid in a private school full of white over-privileged....The thing that drew me to ATCQ was that even though they came from the slums they never stayed in that mindset--they never had crime tales, just reflections on everyday living, chasing tail, mind uplifting shit in general. And even back then their wordplay was unmatched by anyone. the fact that a song like "Sucka Nigga" can both condemn and condone the use of the dreaded n-word speaks volumes on how I felt and it seemed they felt back then. Here were 3 guys in their own niche during the dominance of biggie and pac, on a completely different jawn.

Strangely, my love of ATCQ, Outkast, and The Roots gradually shifted to a pure love for the BadBoy era---I caught on to Biggie after he passed, but to this day I still bump Puff Daddy And The Family's NO WAY OUT on the regular...yes they were all about excess but they did it just in the name of fun...this was back before a street anthem had to be a beat you COULDN'T dance to. I could still flip any song off of a mase or diddy album at a club and have the pop off really POP OFF...

Basically , that diatribe all leads to this...to be a rapper nowadays you just have to fufill certain criteria...

1. Lil' or Young...you already know how I feel about that
2. "Alleged" street cred; honestly street cred is overrated because in the Real World "street cred" gets you "jail time"...actually if you're Rick Ross, it can get you a cushy C.O. job...
3. A dance that correlates to your most popular single...Crank Dat CrockyBoy FTW...
4. Spend a sizable portion of your advance on a drug or name related chain...Sean Kingston "Crayola" box and Yung Bergs Autobots chain being the most recent offenders
5. An album title that references drugs or guns...5950 Ratchet, Mail on Sunday...the list goes on...

So I guess if I were to ever take this book of rhymes I have and enter the rap game at an elderly 25 years old, my name would be Yung Nickel, my first single would be "W.H.I.T.E." and my album title would be "Snowstorm". You see what I did there? If you weren't reading this right now and heard of that rapper, song and album you wouldn't doubt it for a second. That's what hiphop has become, that's why I latch onto N.E.R.D., Lupe, Kanye, Common, Mos Def, Talib...hell even Jay-z IS the alternative nowadays.

Cot Damn, that was a spiel...well I hope that shed some light on NickelHundred A.K.A. Capitol...its bedtime and I like to listen to Young Jeezy before I sleep. Good Night and Good Luck...