stay up cities, it’s time to be audi 5K.
I was looking for a good picture for this page and just came across me posing with people who are all now way more active, famous and probably ultimately richer than me. This made me cry hoish tears for five seconds and then I went back to reading science books. This blog is to say that I’m not going to rush out S.H.A.R.K. BAIT as originally planned and just basically spend the rest of my _____ life chillaxing and looking for a day job as of december. I was ALMOST done with the record but between waiting close to two months for a combined 2.5 songs worth of outside verses and watching potential “investors” just rise and fall like tides, I finally had to give in and say “fuck it then” and figure out something else to do with my time. I already lamented galore, dropped a bunch of music earlier this year to a small but strong audience, watched my label go from something worth talking about to a revolving door and support group for dudes who insist on not having their shit together to actually make music and to make matters whatever they are, I basically saw a genre of music that I was calling 5 years ago rise to prominence while I gradually sunk to obscurity, label included.
I didn’t start the b.e.a.r. group to end it on the bottom and I figure everyone should have a time to shine. My time was evidently a very short one in 2003. Since then, I have beat odds any and every sort of way but that wasn’t enough for the morons who have money that call themselves record labels to say in the immortal words of Jim Jones “he’s a get money nigga, fuck with him” and do exactly that. I made Trunk Bomb and it fell on dead ears. We did 5 Lab Waste songs after electing not to do any more due to lack of interest and they were dope as fuck. I did S.H.A.R.K. BAIT and I just couldn’t keep anyone’s interest no matter how hard I tried. From investors doing what they do on a timely basis to emcees rapping on the record, VERY few people were interested in the project. This is an ego blaster but then again, my entire “music career” has been an exercise in humility. I’m finally tired of dropping hint after hint to a dead room because all this says is that you. are. not. listening.
Have fun with all the other stand-ins for music that is actually exciting, I’m HOPEFULLY doing this tour in fall (strange things have cursed me before, let’s hope something goes according to the flipp’d script in 10), getting my health straight (it is waaaayyy crooked. rap kills, but slow), finishing this book with my lady about myths (why not?), and like I said before in one way or another, taking advantage of my insanely large skill-set. THIS IS NOT A BLOG ABOUT QUITTING. I AM NOT QUITTING SOMETHING THAT I HAVE DONE FOR HALF OF MY LIFE. However, I’m finally taking pride in what I do and I refuse to just hoe out records to whoever has a thousand bucks to make them, in exchange for basically nothing. This shit has to stop somewhere and until everyone else is getting got on regs like me, I’m doing a Brandon Jennings and taking my game on the road.
the b.e.a.r. group doesn’t have as many artists slated for the next 6 months as it does labels so when we hit 40 records, I’m wrapping that fun project up too. It was great doing it but after a while, I literally couldn’t give it away and groups were just going to labels that would otherwise suck and they made them the shit just by being there. You would have heard of these groups long before now if I was only able to do my motherfucking job. Thanks to you know who for that one, I’ll be looking forward to my 35.00 at the end of the month. That shit helps when you owe 1/4th of the world money.
