Hip Hop - Still a dirty word...



I wrote this back last year, before things started to kick off - so obviously, my bad will towards the music industry has worn off somewhat. i don't really have a point, most of my arguements are wildly spurious and probably hihgly innaccurate...however, I think this truely captures a snapshot in time of how fucking frustaring it can be, 'managing' a Hip Hop band. Not to sound narcissistic, but I love the sound of my own words, being read back to me, by myself. And if you're wondering...I'm not being ironic...

Draft date: 17 November 2010 

Yes, yes I know. Weeks since the last post. Some of us have jobs - well, apart from Hass. But he's...you know...doing stuff...Anyhow, I haven't exorcised my demons for at least a good few months, and I reckon I've built up enough bile to let rip on what hopes to be a viceral yet bitterly amusing reposte on the state of what's loosely known as the 'UK Music Industry' - or as I like to refer it, 'that bunch of credit crunch apologist, profit-driven, margin-watching, genre-flattened, ignorant, intern exploiting shits'.

Minor Horror Countdown...

The above picture was me - when I realised we have under a month and a half until our party for New Balance. And week after next we've got the video shoot in Alicante. Yes. Indeed. Stress times. But it's funny how the more stressed I get about things, the more detached I become from the problem and indeed reality. Hence, my decision to blog - the 21st Century equivalent of fiddling while Rome burns.

Living in CON/DEM Nation, Mans CON/DEM Nation...etc

It's been an emotional week. Not least becuase SherlQck and I almost came to blows over the concept of British democracy, and the structure of Western Governance. Yeah, we're fucking Hip Hop. Orifice Volgatron once said QE needs, "a little less backpack, a little more swagger." Well, we've ditched the backpack, but LQcks still likes his designer Jaeger man-bag, and Something Else and myself do enjoy the Eggs Atlantic served up by the Petite Parisién on the corner of Camberwell Grove. I toyed with whether to write another comedy, but to be honest I'm in the mood for an honest roundup of the week.