7:30am - there goes that alarm on the old handheld... 10mins later, actually muster strength t get up. 8:01am - shivering as we step into the delayed stock transportation/train. Packed like sardines in a can... gloom and doom, little humanity outside of affected apologies when we accidentally tread on each other's uniform black boots... "Suited and booted.." Buffeted about at the whim of the tube driver, standardised apologies for the constant delays to service occassionally crack the silence. 9:oopm - Arrive in Mr Man's grand building...
damn, is it 5:00pm..!?!?? Emerge from the time warp feeling variuosly drained and traumatised... What were they doing to me..? Where did 1/3rd of my day go... Well, better dash, I'll try remember on the way home. 5:30pm - Thameslink Station... Delays... Vague memories of photocopiers and computer screens displaying imaginary figures... 6:oopm - Blackfrairs Station... Signal Failure. Nasty tempers and pushy middle aged ladies in questionable high heels. 6:30pm - London Bridge, sitting in the train back down South, waiting for it to move... "Free," media glued before the eyes of my "fellow," travellers.
7:00pm - Ah, what shall I eat to replenish what Mr Man has taken..? Has he left me enough energy and inpiration to re-create in the 2 hours that are mine from.., 8:00pm - No, let him show me what he has to entertain me... TV, personal emails I couldnt reply while I was at "work," for him... Fuck!!! Its 10:00pm I must get myself to sleep! I know I'm tired but it seems he's taken away my will to sleep. Maybe a quick wank..?!? Let me see what's on his "internet"...
Friday, 8 December 2006
Thursday, 7 December 2006
MySpace = MyMirror
I was just on myspace, going thru requests of "Buddies" making sure that before I clicked the co-signing APPRROVE bottom, the person I was "APPROVING" wasn't some Neo-Nazi , Pervert or Satanist. I was listening to the Song that plays in their player, having the brief-est of looks and if they sounded even OKay, I'd approve, and if they was some Kid from Kwazvimba talking Gangster from his Daddy's office PC, I'd generally just decline.
Then it Hit me... The way I was interacting with peoples "Passion" was the way they where probably interacting with mine. I didn't even listen to more than 30sec of the first random track before I switly moved on. I NEVER downloaded the "Free" downloads someone have obviously sacrificed dispite the cost of Time and/or Money in making the jam. I couldn't careless about their "BLOG" or thier self written "VH1"esk Biology... eg:
Quote:
Tafadzwa's first song was the cry he made out of his mothers womb (corny), born in Zimbabwe/Kenya/Uganda in year 19(wateva), his Love for music was evident from a blah blah blah. Now Based in UK/NewZeland/Candada, His Talent has blah blah blah, his coming up debut (at 30) called Rap or Die Bitccches. His inspirational wank wank wank, was blah blah after the SMASH HIT noone ever really heard called Chee Chacho. His posse called Militant Rap Niggaz are blah blah, movies, clothing line and is Africa's version of 50Cent etc etc etc...
I mean, we all know that they wrote that themselves so why the 3rd person Narrative. Why the corny American Accent that admitadly even plages ME. Why the frown, beat down shots and self aggrandizement. Annouce a Second ALBUM when we ain't heard your first. Anyway, a wise man once said, "Hell is living in eternity in a room full of mirrors". MySpce is hell coz, in many ways it a MIRROR.
Then it Hit me... The way I was interacting with peoples "Passion" was the way they where probably interacting with mine. I didn't even listen to more than 30sec of the first random track before I switly moved on. I NEVER downloaded the "Free" downloads someone have obviously sacrificed dispite the cost of Time and/or Money in making the jam. I couldn't careless about their "BLOG" or thier self written "VH1"esk Biology... eg:
Quote:
Tafadzwa's first song was the cry he made out of his mothers womb (corny), born in Zimbabwe/Kenya/Uganda in year 19(wateva), his Love for music was evident from a blah blah blah. Now Based in UK/NewZeland/Candada, His Talent has blah blah blah, his coming up debut (at 30) called Rap or Die Bitccches. His inspirational wank wank wank, was blah blah after the SMASH HIT noone ever really heard called Chee Chacho. His posse called Militant Rap Niggaz are blah blah, movies, clothing line and is Africa's version of 50Cent etc etc etc...
I mean, we all know that they wrote that themselves so why the 3rd person Narrative. Why the corny American Accent that admitadly even plages ME. Why the frown, beat down shots and self aggrandizement. Annouce a Second ALBUM when we ain't heard your first. Anyway, a wise man once said, "Hell is living in eternity in a room full of mirrors". MySpce is hell coz, in many ways it a MIRROR.
Musical: Babies or Masturbation!
Damn where do I start. U ever turned on your computer, to check mail or print off directions from google maps real quick, and u sorta in a rush to get moving, or to just do what u need to do, turn OFF and go to bed/hang with Wifey/watch Lost watever...
So u turn on the PC for a quick ting, before u know it, coz of this ne Broadband revolution, the PC is automatically online and dispite last log-in, going thru the whole msconfig and tell the bastard NOT to, MSN automatically starts running and Logs u on as well.
Suddenly, you're online, sharks circling the water looking for blood see you log on... "BegottenSun is Online"... there u are, exposed, vulnerable and before U know it, the Sharks ATTACK!!! "Ndeyipi", "What it Is!" "Yo MuthaFukka", "Kuda!!!" "Long Time Dude", "KYN wheres the mp3 u promised!" 10 MSN pop ups, damn... its all love.
I've been there, surfing online... ain't got $!*% to do, see a faceless "Buddy" log on and initial instinct to to HOLLA at dude. I know, there are thoughs times. BUT!!! all said and good, its a form of interaction but when asked "XXXXX: Whats up" and u say "BSun: Nothing, just checking mail real quick, about to go to bed" sudden there's an "XXXX wants to send new_hot_shiit.mp3 Accept Decline"... I'm like, Oh for FXUK's SAKE!!!
Damn I've just gone thru my MSN ShiiT folder and there's nearly 2gb's of these feaces. I thought, trying to be stupidly righteous, let me iPod this folder and actually listen to the Plethora of stuff my Buddies have sent to me over the last few yrs. (coz on a real, the $!*% I felt, I probably had moved them to a better folder and iPoded instantly the day of receiving/downloading).
Most of the Stuff is horrible, soulless "JERK OFF" music. Its like Wanking, Cuming on a cup and going around Showing your "Buddies" your latest cup of Mutundo, proudly. They are not Labours of Love, Carried for months, nurtured, feed, reared and loved, they are indiscriminant five Min Odd hand jobs. I always treat my music like Babies. I've delivered some prematurely too (cough**Kunta Vol.3, that "Begotten" Track ** I'm sorry for that one!!) But with some incubation, care and IV, it can become strong and harder. Some of my Babies are months Overdue, but until my finances are back in positives they are safe in their "Daddies" Tummy (studio). If you don't love your offspring (music) enough to find them the right Mother (Gear/Software), to let them fertilise the egg (being creative), and Develop into Children, and you don't love them enough to get proper clothes (Vocals) on them, or get them properly Fed, Loved and Washed (mixed and Mastered), or take care of them till their 18 (finance em/promo/shows)... Then don't have kids... better still don't eagerly show off your Semen as potential Children.
I mean, who else hates the " Please check out my song, its not properly mixed yet or recorded lacker but u'll get the idea"... that's some bullshiit. I understand if a dude wants ideas for a hook or they stuck, I mean we all get writters block, but to come on public forums like Sound Click, or MySpace or even little old Blaz, that bullshit is kinda lame. Its a waste of peoples time and HD Space. Damn, I thnk too many dudes are not getting out enough.
Yesterday at the Jigga Show there where in excess of 100 dudes trying to sell their "MIXTAPE Vol.2". Sub-par, half cut, jacked beats, shouting out dudes no one really cares about, for about £2 a CD. Shhit is changing, there's a flood going on and we all gonna have to find boats or we'll sink in our own Bullshhit.
My recommendations:
1) Stop sending unfinished products to the rest of the world. Love it enough and people will love it back.
2) Learn and instrument. By doing so u meet other musicians and develop your craft and love for it.
3) Do U!! to many crunky/snappy sounding beats from Zimbos living in Essex.
4) Don't send anyone (who ain't you collab partner of tyt homie) SHIIIT unless they ask for it. Don't tell them to "Check out my myspace" or "I've put 10 beats up on SC, check em out"
5) Beat makers, become producers. Lets get some of them premature babies the right vocals on them, work with the right mc/singers/poets that see the musics vision, get them mixed, mastered (http://musicmasteringonline.com/ or http://www.thefinalsound.com/ I personally highly recommend under £20 per song) So they can Bump in the Club without sounding Muddy and over bassy and unprofessional.
6) Delete the useless "Buddies" on myspace and add only the people who genuinely care about your music and development. even if its just 10 dudes, eventually a REAL network will arise not some "Dre & Baby are my Buddies" $!*%, them dudes got some label appointed high school drop out with html experience manning their myspace sites.
7) Don't believe your own hype. work hard and shut the fuuck up, reason why I been feeling Rymez from day is coz dudes got Talent but is real Humble about it.
8 ) Log off!! Get out more.
Okay rant over!!
So u turn on the PC for a quick ting, before u know it, coz of this ne Broadband revolution, the PC is automatically online and dispite last log-in, going thru the whole msconfig and tell the bastard NOT to, MSN automatically starts running and Logs u on as well.
Suddenly, you're online, sharks circling the water looking for blood see you log on... "BegottenSun is Online"... there u are, exposed, vulnerable and before U know it, the Sharks ATTACK!!! "Ndeyipi", "What it Is!" "Yo MuthaFukka", "Kuda!!!" "Long Time Dude", "KYN wheres the mp3 u promised!" 10 MSN pop ups, damn... its all love.
I've been there, surfing online... ain't got $!*% to do, see a faceless "Buddy" log on and initial instinct to to HOLLA at dude. I know, there are thoughs times. BUT!!! all said and good, its a form of interaction but when asked "XXXXX: Whats up" and u say "BSun: Nothing, just checking mail real quick, about to go to bed" sudden there's an "XXXX wants to send new_hot_shiit.mp3 Accept Decline"... I'm like, Oh for FXUK's SAKE!!!
Damn I've just gone thru my MSN ShiiT folder and there's nearly 2gb's of these feaces. I thought, trying to be stupidly righteous, let me iPod this folder and actually listen to the Plethora of stuff my Buddies have sent to me over the last few yrs. (coz on a real, the $!*% I felt, I probably had moved them to a better folder and iPoded instantly the day of receiving/downloading).
Most of the Stuff is horrible, soulless "JERK OFF" music. Its like Wanking, Cuming on a cup and going around Showing your "Buddies" your latest cup of Mutundo, proudly. They are not Labours of Love, Carried for months, nurtured, feed, reared and loved, they are indiscriminant five Min Odd hand jobs. I always treat my music like Babies. I've delivered some prematurely too (cough**Kunta Vol.3, that "Begotten" Track ** I'm sorry for that one!!) But with some incubation, care and IV, it can become strong and harder. Some of my Babies are months Overdue, but until my finances are back in positives they are safe in their "Daddies" Tummy (studio). If you don't love your offspring (music) enough to find them the right Mother (Gear/Software), to let them fertilise the egg (being creative), and Develop into Children, and you don't love them enough to get proper clothes (Vocals) on them, or get them properly Fed, Loved and Washed (mixed and Mastered), or take care of them till their 18 (finance em/promo/shows)... Then don't have kids... better still don't eagerly show off your Semen as potential Children.
I mean, who else hates the " Please check out my song, its not properly mixed yet or recorded lacker but u'll get the idea"... that's some bullshiit. I understand if a dude wants ideas for a hook or they stuck, I mean we all get writters block, but to come on public forums like Sound Click, or MySpace or even little old Blaz, that bullshit is kinda lame. Its a waste of peoples time and HD Space. Damn, I thnk too many dudes are not getting out enough.
Yesterday at the Jigga Show there where in excess of 100 dudes trying to sell their "MIXTAPE Vol.2". Sub-par, half cut, jacked beats, shouting out dudes no one really cares about, for about £2 a CD. Shhit is changing, there's a flood going on and we all gonna have to find boats or we'll sink in our own Bullshhit.
My recommendations:
1) Stop sending unfinished products to the rest of the world. Love it enough and people will love it back.
2) Learn and instrument. By doing so u meet other musicians and develop your craft and love for it.
3) Do U!! to many crunky/snappy sounding beats from Zimbos living in Essex.
4) Don't send anyone (who ain't you collab partner of tyt homie) SHIIIT unless they ask for it. Don't tell them to "Check out my myspace" or "I've put 10 beats up on SC, check em out"
5) Beat makers, become producers. Lets get some of them premature babies the right vocals on them, work with the right mc/singers/poets that see the musics vision, get them mixed, mastered (http://musicmasteringonline.com/ or http://www.thefinalsound.com/ I personally highly recommend under £20 per song) So they can Bump in the Club without sounding Muddy and over bassy and unprofessional.
6) Delete the useless "Buddies" on myspace and add only the people who genuinely care about your music and development. even if its just 10 dudes, eventually a REAL network will arise not some "Dre & Baby are my Buddies" $!*%, them dudes got some label appointed high school drop out with html experience manning their myspace sites.
7) Don't believe your own hype. work hard and shut the fuuck up, reason why I been feeling Rymez from day is coz dudes got Talent but is real Humble about it.
8 ) Log off!! Get out more.
Okay rant over!!
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