Does anyone else miss Christmas? I don’t mean like the holiday, I mean that 8 year old feeling when you can’t sleep the night before. When the number of presents mattered and you were counting down days up until the 25th and all that. I heard you get the feeling back when you have kids of your own, I’ll holla when that goes down and let y’all know if that’s true. I tried to revisit some of those old feelings this past weekend and played Nintendo. No, not Nintendo Wii or some super new, hot system, I’m talking about Nintendo, blow in the cartridge, bang the joint for it to work, Super Mario Brothers bitches! I got to like 8-1 or something but I stopped before I saved the princess. I didn’t feel like a kid again but I did remember what it was like to not have a care in the world other than Goombas, King Koopa and falling off a cliff for a little while.
Speaking of video games, did anyone else see Solja Boy come at hip-hop’s Sonic the hedgehog, Charles Hamilton? I’m cool with Charles but I can admit to laughing when Solja Boy suggested he should switch characters, become Mario and maybe eat a “got damn power flower.” That was kinda funny. But for real though I understand why Charles would be bothered when people ask him about his labelmate who he claims is a marketing genius but might be killing hip-hop. Then I can empathize with Solja Boy who says that when he makes music it’s for the clubs and I can remember seeing adults do his complex dance and being in awe that they mastered it. What I don’t get though is what the artists with “lil, young, kid and boy” in their name are going to do when they become big, old, adults and grownup. I know that has nothing to do with anything and Jimmy Iovine is probably laughing in a marketing meeting about it all.
Some industry guy told me the other day I should stop making music about my hardships, real life or the reason I’m not further in my career and just focus on my arrogant, shit-talking music. I thought I did it all but I guess I’m wrong. So the lesson is to the kids: real is only cool when your reality makes people want to be you. This kid that’s in junior high school told me he wants to grow up and have his own reality show. I asked him if he had a tough life, he said nah he just wants to have women compete over him like a Flavor of Love show. I said “Oh.” He was dead ass serious too, he ran down the format and all that. I don’t have anything else to say about it, I just thought it was interestingly the most frightening thing I’d heard in a while. Yea I watch Real Chance of Love, it fulfills my ignorance quota but is it not amazing how you used to have to be talented to be famous, now people are just famous for being…famous?
Is it me or is anyone else boggled by the internet’s ability to connect people that have never met or even spoken on the phone? I just realized how many people I’m technically cool with that I don’t know at all. Someone asked me about a DJ a few days ago and I said “Oh that’s my duuuude.” Then they asked me if he was Black or White. I had no clue but I said his emails sound White and he never called me “nigga.” That made no sense but the truth is I still don’t know and I’m too scared to ask. Even crazier than that was that I noticed I had a long standing back and forth email, business relationship with someone whose gender I didn’t even know. After 6 months of communicating with a person you think is a female, (luckily I didn’t flirt) and then you hear they might not be; how do you ask someone if they’re a guy or a girl? You don’t. Ahh the wonders of the internet. I guess you have to Google or myspace people once in awhile and check out their pics to further the connection so we can really be friends…or not.
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