P..P..P..Precize.......Rugby Video....

Lil late, but who gives a.....

The homey Precize from GFCNY sets the tone (music-wise) for Rugby's 2008 Holiday Collection Video.....

I love it when my niggas do their thing.......


Rugby Ralph Lauren Holiday 2008 Collection Video from GFCnewyork on Vimeo.

Oh Yea......Im Back Bitches...........

Blak Cars...........Wooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

......that means Im going in...


Im miss my blog.....

Road to a Model........Part One....

written dec 24, 2008

I'm definitely open, yet humble after seeing the results of the two shoots with Briian. Briian has incredible talent and fortunate for me, he is capable of handling most of the required tasks/jobs. He provides the wardrobe, styles it, takes the shots, and then pushes em. I'm over grateful. He even gave me this dope idea of capturing the journey of entering the modeling world. It’s a dope idea to me because one, it’s something interesting to write about, two, so many times mainstream media portrays a false image to how things really happen in the real world and I'm all for pushing real authentic shit, and three, I get to document my own journey......that's dope in itself.

So at this point I am still a novice. I have only done 2 photo shoots with one planned for this weekend. Briian said we're gonna get some “shirt and tie” shots in a restaurant I'm looking forward to it. I always enjoyed dressing up, so you can say I never turned down requests to be any sweet sixteens or anything like that.....lol. I also have to cut off all of my facial hair, which should be interesting. Some people are against it lol, but its for the greater good………

Look at what I did Last Night..............

My boy Briian from Bsixtee6 shot me in some of his latest and greatest. Briian is not only a dope ass designer, but he also shoots the shit out of a flick. Click on his name for his contact info.

I had a lot of fun and the clothes were off the hook! You're definitely gonna see Bsixtee6 in my wardrobe real soon. Here are a few more shots from the shoot.

Look at that bow-tie.........!

Her Thoughts After Him............

As words like fuck it run through my brain, I grow tired from seeking answers. I am lost in a circle looking for a point. He is all that I am left with. And not him physically, even though we got physical just the other day. And I know I shouldn't of have, but how does one say no to what has been hearing yes for so long? And how does one turn down what has been turning me on even up to this day? Your wants battle your needs, while he watches. He knows I want him, that's why he's here. He's a slick fucker, but I like that about him. He's persistent, so is my flow....... He feels my body's response to his familiarity, and assumes he's good. Motherfucker is good.......was good.

Niggas aint shit. Yea that's the theme outside of climaxes. It seems that's all niggas are good for anyway. A good fuck on a good day, cause that shit aint even promised. Fuck being a boy, I just wish I had a dick so I could piss on these niggas the same way they try to shit on me. And I know I don't need a dick to piss on niggas, but a dick does help with the aiming.......

Sweater, and I ain't talking bout a Coogi......

Boys And Clothes is becoming one of my favorite blogs. Maybe it’s the male vs. female thing they got going on, but either way To Sweat or Not to Sweat? Are you a Sweater? definitely grabbed my attention. I left a comment, but I had to share it here. Soooo here it is.....


Wait....Wait....Wait. I AM A SWEATER and have always been. And I am not ashamed for it has never (never) got in the way of my action. I have to admit, it isn’t the best of the things to add in the bedroom (or.....) Throughout the years I have developed a few techniques.....lol. So fellas don’t feel insecure or none of that shit. If you hitting it right, a lil sweat aint gonna stop anything. But here are a few tips to keep your sweat in check:

-Have something to wipe yo dam head.....towel, wife-beater, blanket, etc.
Trust.....it is a bitch to have sweat in your eyes during sex

-If you’re sweating that bad, switch positions. Don’t be all in her face when you know you’re dripping. Switch to doggy.....you can wipe all you want and she doesn’t even know because she’s faced the other way

-Lastly don’t allow the sweat to take control. If you’re sweating, don’t get all insecure about it. Concentrate harder and tear that azz up. She may still talk about your sweaty ass, but she’ll invite you back…..only this time she’ll have something to wipe your sweaty ass with

Ight….Im starting to feel like Dr Phil-Goode......lol

GoodLife out......fisthenewe.blogspot.com

Just the way you are……

After Reading my homegirl Patrice’s post on Boys and Clothes ........

Your words grabbed my attention before I formally met you, cause I knew you was ill. You didn’t look like them and it was so refreshing. Locks of love are what you call them and I agreed. I have the comment to prove it. And I just found out you like Radiohead, House of Cards is on my mind at the time. “I don’t wanna be your friend, I just wanna be your.....” Let’s just say we can chat about whatever. It hurts me to see a friend feel like her wings are in two. She should be over a cloud right now. I wish I could sing, lyrics seem more meaningful than a blog posting. As I think about it, Mo Beasley has a song called “Normal” and he talks about how we’re not normal. You should look it up.

Fuck society and anyone else who chooses to side with it. No hard feelings, but really fuck you. I’m tired of ill motherfuckers feeling left out or out of place, because doing just the norm just aint that cool. Thank he, who chooses them, because he could not know how to appreciate a real chick. Do your fucking thing; the real niggas would notice.....I have.........

It was all a Dream............

My dude Elvis Freshly/Emcee Nova/Rose Nov or whatever else he’s going by these days….lol has an ill blog called Brooklyn's Dream . He just did an in-dept analysis on who’s the best storyteller…..Biggie, Jay-Z or Nas. Nov goes in with examples from lyrics that bring you right back to the time you first heard em. I was open off the “But my mind's like a flower in bloom//peep how my eyes just scour the room//I'm alert plus I paid the clerk//I got it laid out//you think you the first nigga I played out……” from Jay’s Friend or Foe *98-In My Lifetime, Vol. 1. I haven’t heard that one in a minute.

Words from a Generation.........

My boy Steve-O from the acclaimed GFCNewYork had the incredible idea of posting the current feelings of his peers on his blog over at C to the JL . I'm all for real emotions, so you know I was into this. There were some great thoughts. In all, the postings to me were artistic expressions of an interesting generation. I was happy to be a part of it. So check it out!!!!!!!!!!!!

Itz Mickey............

Im like hella excited for this man right here. Since the first time I went to his myspace, I knew he was the truth. But the reason why he's at where he's at today is because of work.....hard fucking work. And yea Im working with him too......

Here's a link to his Billboard story...... Itz Mickey.....!!!!!!!!

Walk..............

I'm walking. Does it matter to you where? It shouldn't, I'm walking. Should have cared when I was just chilling. Sorry I’m walking now. Meet you at the end if you have big enough goals...........

People always want more of what they can't have. They never appreciate you when you're there. They push you away then try to love you back in, like that's cool. That’s cold. My heart burned from your love, you seen the sweat and never passed a napkin.......She did. And don't hate words that stem from your actions. And don't want what you once had. And don't receive what you now don't deserve. Keep it life with me. What happens before a mistake is not important; it’s what I learned after that will never allow me to return. I'm a walker. My steps lead to a big clock with GoodLife engraved on the back. I’ll be ahead of it when I get there. My timing is perfect. Every lesson is learned and I'm rewarded with a hot new piece to add to the wardrobe. So when you compliment my style, contemplate my mind. Cause that's where it stems from. I'm walking my fucking street with my fucking ipod on mute, because my thoughts are too fucking loud. Hear me when I'm silent, and you'll understand me more. I'm quiet when I'm excited, look pass these readers and make out the words. The liars scream out words like they know me, and I aint rude but those aint my homies. I tell them bye then I say what's up. Cause they was gone when I met them, but they here when I leave them. Wished they could have followed, but I'm walking this way. No directions, I'm following my soul. Ask yourself could you walk with me and then listen for own directions. Walk........

More Theophilus.........

I didnt feel right not putting this up. It's been out for a sec now. I saw him perform this last week......crazy! He's at the R Bar tomorrow if you wanna witness some soul.............lol

Chester French............

Dope group signed to Star Trak. I recently met their manager, so hopefully I'll be working with them too..........

Mickey Factz.............

My nigga Mr Factz.......And yea Im working with him too.......
This is Episode 6 of Mickey's Road To The Achievement....

His name is Theophilus London........

Dude is like one of my favorite artist right now......and yea Im working with him too........


Theophilus London Freestyle & short Interview from Theophilus London on Vimeo.

None Like Us, So None Like Us.............

Who we are, are not like them. They see what we predicted. They call us ahead of our time when we are neither late nor early. Motherfuckers we are right on schedule. Don't question me, appreciate me. I don't even need you to understand me. Dogs still can't speak english. And don't get offended we are all animals. Some of us just choose not to accept it. Life is real whether you choose to live it or not. This morning I wore what I felt and didn't see anybody who looked like me all day. You do the math. There is no square root to this equation. Nigga do I look like a product to you? I'm more like the subject, and I climax everyday. Did I mention I was celibate? I gave up fucking the world a long time ago. Now we just live together. Agreeing to disagree. Your dance space, my dance space. I had a few more examples, but I think you get the picture.

So don’t like me, she does and that’s cool. Niggas aint like me since we started switching classes. That was my first experience with niggas and periods. Years later I'm immune to old dumb shit. Plus I met niggas like me, and they had girlfriends who liked them, so now it’s all crew love with cool motherfuckers not like you.....

I'm coming out of you.........

You're no longer needed, nor useful. This partnership is no longer cohesive. We have given and taken until now. You have not what I desire. Don't ask me what it is. It is irrelevant to your lack. I only speak out of respect, so don't look at me that way. You promise what you could not deliver and I will not allow my soul to fall delinquent. I'm coming out of you.......

I'm still here, but I need to go. You live a life not desired by me. It is not a misunderstanding, but a misdirection. Soon I’ll be back on track. You deal with me today, the same as you did when I was a child. I am coming out of you. I never birthed myself, yet it is difficult for you to determine the difference between me and the man that did. You are sorry; you just don't realize it yet. I accept your apology, even if I never hear it. I'm coming out of you.......

Peace motherfuckers, I'm gone! I say that to myself. My mans hardly get me anymore, and it’s just too easy to be misunderstood now. So I keep it the basics sports, money, and girls. And we all choose to agree or at least agree to disagree, so it all works out. But I swear with a few of them, it’s either my eyes are getting bad or these niggas just aint looking like they used to. Just the other day I felt the heated looks and these are from the guys I grew up with….not even the one I just say what up to. I see them trying to keep me in, but fuckers.....I’m coming out of you......

Young Mitch............

Tonight I'm off to see my first Godson for the first time. It has been a few months since his birth and I have received enough flack for not seeing him yet, so spare me please. He is also my first nephew which makes it kinda cool. I am overly excited. I wonder how the trip is gonna affect me. I'm sure its gonna be a pleasant, enjoyable, spiritual trip.

Young Mitch.....can't wait to see ya!

-Your Godfather......that sounds so cool!

Intense.............

I practice walking on my hands, so that I can eat her in a comfortable state. I lick the clit before I taste inside of her. She's alerted by my touch. I take a deep breathe, this time I'm doing 60. I really shouldn't hold my breath, but she's getting 60 of non-stop action. Shit I may even cum myself. It feels good to me when her thigh muscles start to tighten.....that's when I know I'm doing my shit. I peek or stare, never in between. I like to catch her in a natural state of ecstasy. I want all the ugly faces! I don't need that cute shit cause you know I'm watching. But the stare, now the stare is something serious. Cause while I'm watching you, you're watching me. And during the stare I'm going IN. I'm rubbing my hands up and down your legs......definitely adding to the sensation. I want you to wrap your legs around my head and then tighten that shit. I know you're about to cum when you start leaning up. You're grabbing my head as you cum closer. My dick is hard as hell. I can't even lay down anymore. I grab you by the waist and lift that ass into the air. It’s a privilege to have high ceilings. You give me this look like I better not drop ya ass. But I'm not staring, I continue eating. Dam you're getting loud.......wait...there's the face. Let me get my balance, you’re shaking like crazy. And you cum……..

I give you a second, but still keep you in the air. You don't say a word, but I can hear your breathing. I'm still hard, so when I lower you, I lower you at an angle. You're surprised by my entrance, but you like that I'm spontaneous. You stay in the air for a while.....floating and gyrating on my love stick. I close my eyes so that I can fly with you. We float on till I'm on top of you, and you're now grabbing the sheets. It has been your turn twice, but I'm thinking the thirds the charm. You lay on top of a pillow, so I now have the perfect angle. I'm happy to be back, and you seem pleased yourself. I don't want to close my eyes this time, so there is no floating. Its more like wrestling. Our bodies intertwine as the energy passes through and fro. The pace picks up, as does the volume. We are both beyond loud at this point. The scene is wild......I wish there were spectators. There's no way I'm gonna remember all of this. I want to bite her, but she bites me. I bite her back. She looks at me. We stare at each other for a minute......or 2. I lean in and kiss her lips, as if I'm kissing her G Spot. Its a soft, sexy, meaningful kiss. She retracts back to looking into my eyes, as I do her.....as I do her……….

Her.............

I love the feminism of Her. Her soft skin, Her curves. I love Her emotional take on life. I love Her fashion. I love Her choice in men, but really just Her last one. I wonder how cool it would be to not know Her and then meet Her again to fall for Her again. And that's weird because I hate double work, but it would be so cool to have double Her. No better yet double the time with Her. Like 2 lifetimes with Her. That way I can tell Her I love Her more than me......and mean it. I don't want Her to want for anything, just remain wanted.

Her eyes talk to me when I look at them. They say look at Her.....and never stop. So I don't. And now I hate blinking, but I try not to use the word hate. I don't want any negative energy around Her. Her mother told me she'll kick my ass if I hurt Her daughter. I told Her that if Her daughter felt any pain then I would feel the same, and I didn't need 2 ass whippings in the same night. She smiled I smiled back.

I'd like to think that I met Her, at least I really really hope so. Life can be brighter with Her. Long slow days of Her under the sun. I miss........Her.........

Barack.............My President!

There are few words known to my existence that can describe the emotions in me right now. Proud is an under-statement to what I feel to be considered a Black Man in America. Barack Obama you have done so so so so so so much to uplift us a people, as a country, and now the world. There is nothing in this world known to man that I cannot accomplish thanks to you. And not just me, you give me enough hope to believe in my peers, my block, my borough, my city. You give new meaning to being an American. It’s a weird feeling that I'm starting to sense now, I think it may be some pride for my country and its new leader.

I definitely sense some new feelings inside of me. Ya see (....Barack voice!) I definitely believe November 4th 2008 marked a day for change. And it came in the 11th hour, right before a new day was upon us. My name is still Taurean, but you aint never seen this Taurean. And I feel the same way about others too, because I know they believed in Barack the same way I believed in him. So when I hit up my boys, I'll know it’s them because they'll respond to their name, but I know I won't be speaking to the same guys. I expect my sister Tempestt to shock me with her new self. I expect my lil brother, who just got caught for smoking weed at 15 to understand that he has the potential to be the biggest tree in the forest and that weed was just too beneath him. I expect my peers and I to take Hip Hop to heights unimagined by any of us. I expect guys like Mickey and Theophilus to kill shit, because they were dope as fuck before so imagine them now.

I expect a lot out of us because Barack showed us that we can do it. You decide whatever “it” may be. There are so many times when we are taught or told to appreciate times of sacrifices or to search for strength in the light of a dark and negative situation, but this time is different. We get to draw hope and courage from the hopeful and courageous. When I think of Barack, I get excited because I know the world is the playground and we can play in whatever part we want.

And to those who are looking for the quick fix. The more ignorant, not hopeful, I only pray that one day you see more of yourself as worth more than what your mind permits. But as we continue, there will be little that we have in common. No need will be the thesis.....enough is said.

Barack, I thank you again. My people, I look forward to meeting you all again. Let's continue to make history.........

Boys........and.......Girls........

My homegurl Patrice hipped me to the newly fresh blog Boys And Clothes . I’m definitely feeling the concept....life lessons for boys taught by girls is the mantra. And since I’m always interested in what crazy ideas the opposite sex comes up with, I’ll be checking in on the regular...lol.

Here’s a posting that caught my attention though. It’s titled “He Says, She Says”. It’s basically an interesting question posed by a guy that the ladies of B+C then answer. In this “He Says, She....” the guy expresses his urge to approach females in public, but is apprehensive due to not knowing how the ladies truly feel on the subject. One of the ladies answers by saying she does not want any guy, nice or not to approach her. She just isn’t into being “romantically approached by a stranger”. She continues, “How do I know this isn’t your only nice outfit?” Wow...!!!!? And “How do I know you aren’t some disgusting serial “bitch-bagger”?” Now I can agree with you wondering if I am a serial bitch-bagger....lol, but what if this is my only nice outfit? Shit we are in a recession! The second female response was a lil more constructive. She says if she displays a sign (IE. A smile, glancing, or even a stare), then it’s a go. But if your looks aren’t returned then KEEP AWAY!

I find this interesting because I can relate to Sport (the male subject who posed the question). You know females get approached and hounded all day by guys and even females too! Where does my approach lye in her day’s long list? Did homeboy on the train ruin it for the rest of us? I see her looking back, but you know how females are....? Dam she is gorgeous, but she probably got a man already. All of these thoughts run through our head, and for the decent guy, it just isn’t worth the disappointment, embarrassment, etc so we just don’t say anything. Now I know there are females out there who are like “Well just say something or how am I supposed to know if you don’t speak up?” But love it isn’t that easy. So females help us out a lil. We know you get harassed day in and day out, and we don’t want to be a part of that bombardment. But we just can’t let you go either. When I’m checking you out, I’m not thinking about laying you down. I’m looking at how you take care of yourself, so when we stand next to each other we compliment each other. And I only moved closer because your scent is intoxicating and I couldn’t help myself. I’m not an asshole nor a serial bitch-bagger. I’m a good dude who would love to have a good girl and being on this train or park or store or anywhere else has anything to do with it.

Is this just me? Share your piece!

Raye who.......Raye 6 Motherfucker!

I placed up a posting titled "Last Night I Had Sex With a Rock Star" . The posting was inspired by a show I had went to the night before. It was Raye 6’s Birthday and she was performing. Theophilus London and Jesse Boykins III , two other incredible artists also performed. Mad I missed London’s performance…smh. But Raye comes on and literally blows me away. I meet her afterwards….caught her ass in the car bout to pull off.....lol. I tell her how incredible she was and I head home. I wake up the next day still thinking about her performance. She did her fucking thing. No show have I went to, and seen a female performer pull another female on stage and goooooo in! In front of her mother at that.....CRAZY!!!!

So the idea hits me that I have to write about this night and thus "Last Night I......." was born. I hit Raye via myspace and tell her I did a write-up on the show. She hits me back saying she’s loves it, and she wants me to recite the piece for her EPK. Hell yea! So last night we shot it in BK. F.A.M. Productions did the shooting. The scene was dope. Raye is a talented motherfucker. So stay tuned for the footage. And go check my girl out!

Raye 6's myspace: Raye 6

Shopping Date............?

Straight from my homegurl Melissa Rosa from JBC Style , more sample sales! I had a blast last week with Melissa at her BDay party at Aspen. Good times love....!



What: Bellhaus
Why: Take 40 percent off fall and 85 percent off summer items from powerhouses like Givenchy, McQueen, Lanvin, Bottega, Lacroix, and more.
When: Oct. 27. Mon., 11 a.m.-7 p.m.
Where: The Altman Building, 135 W. 18th St., b/t Sixth & Seventh Aves.


What: Dolce & Gabbana
Why: Two floors' worth of fall and winter items.
When: Oct. 27-31. Mon., 1-6 p.m.; Tues. & Wed., 9 a.m.-6 p.m.; Thurs., 9 a.m.-8 p.m.; Fri., 9 a.m.-5 p.m.
Where: Metropolitan Pavilion, 123 W. 18th St., 4th & 5th flrs.


What: MaxMara
Why: Up to 70 percent off past collections from the sporty, fancy, and ready-to-wear lines.
When: Oct. 27-30. Mon., 1-8 p.m.; Tues.-Thurs., 10 a.m.-8 p.m.
Where: 145 W. 18th St., b/t Sixth & Seventh Aves.


What: Kooba
Why: Handbags, vests, and leather jackets at 50-80 percent off.
When: Oct. 28-30. Tues.-Thurs., 10 a.m.-8 p.m. Closed 2-3 p.m.
Where: 141 W. 36th St., b/t Broadway & Seventh Ave.


What: Fred Perry
Why: Yuptastic shoes and accessories for guys and gals. Cash only.
When: Nov. 4-9. Thurs., Fri., Mon. & Tues., 10 a.m.-7 p.m.; Sat. & Sun., noon-6 p.m.
Where: 547 W. 27th St., b/t Tenth & Eleventh Aves. (212-736-3030).


What: Shoshanna & Anlo
Why: Seventy-five percent off fall 2008, swimwear, and denim.
When: Nov. 5 & 6. Wed., 10 a.m.-6:30 p.m.; Thurs., 10 a.m.-5:30 p.m.
Where: 231 W. 39th St., b/t Seventh & Eighth Aves., ste. 422.


What: Tibi
Why: Lambswool sweater cape for $104 (reg. $414); crepe long-sleeve gown for $200 (reg. $784); silk shift dress for $80 (reg. $320); belted cape jacket for $140 (reg. $559).
When: Nov. 5-7. Wed., 1-7 p.m.; Thurs., 9:30 a.m.-7 p.m.; Fri., 9:30 a.m.-5:30 p.m.
Where: Penthouse 15, 336 W. 37th St., b/t Eighth & Ninth Aves., 15th flr. (212-966-3773).


What: Vivienne Tam
Why: Save up to 75 percent. Silver metallic Aphrodite dress for $150 (reg. $795); taffeta rose applique dress for $120 (reg. $495).
When: Nov. 5-7. Wed., 9 a.m.-8 p.m.; Thurs., 9 a.m.-7 p.m.; Fri., 10 a.m.-6 p.m.
Where: 260 W. 39th St., b/t Seventh & Eighth Aves., 3rd flr. (212-840-6470).


What: Hayden-Harnett
Why: Forty-70 percent off fall 2008 collections and accessories.
When: Nov. 5-8. Wed.-Sun., noon-6 p.m.
Where: Edgo Noho, 65 Bleecker St., b/t Broadway & Lafayette Sts. (718-383-4450).

No need to ask her why she's happy........

I died......my heart stopped beating. It reached its destiny. I now run on love.......with....... Known to you as her, but she does not know you. All is to me, as I am to her. We don't speak, we communicate. She understands my wants, there for she provides what I need. I fucked society, because there is no thing I would not do for her. And she understood, but I disagreed. We stand eye to eye only and always, unless we're laying down.......she likes being on top.

Sex is another steamy subject. We created a syllabus and we both teach the class, so there are no failures. I succeed when she succeeds. And the only thing she has to attempt doing is thinking. Everything else is flawless. She smiles when I think of her; no need to ask her why she's always happy. She's in a good space. Parked right on my soul and there's no alternate side of the street parking so she does not have to move in the morning. We can stay in late and do what she calls "boo-loving".

This little light of mine........

I was just sent this pic. It is a pic of our next President....God Willing! There is so much to this great shot. It reminds us of the struggle that one must face, but also to not forget the light atop of the stairs. The scene of the shot is also cool. It looks like an inner-city school. I wish I knew who the photographer was. They definitely deserve love for this awesome piece of art.

November 4th.....Barack the Vote!

Energy is neither created nor destroyed.......

Neither is information. It is simply transfered from one source to another.....

Albums are for fans. Singles are for newbies.

So, if you're nobody, and you're not live-based, focus on the single, that's all people want. Hook 'em with a few singles and you've suddenly got fans. Who want more. Does this mean a full-length, with fifteen tracks and seventy eight minutes of music? Probably not. After all, they've just come to know you. You don't want to get married after the first date. So, feed 'em three or four tracks. At an incredibly discounted price on iTunes if you must, a package price. Build slowly. And whenever you get a good-sized fan base, don't overload them all at once! Today's albums are incomprehensible. Too long, never mind too expensive. Better to put out three tracks five times a year than fifteen all at once. Not only do you maintain your buzz, your audience stays bonded, doesn't go on a hejira somewhere else, waiting years for your next opus, possibly forgetting you in the interim..

If you've already got a fan base, release that album if you must. But know that non-fans don't care. And, if they come to care via airplay, old wave media, they only want THE TRACK! If you learn of an act from a friend, you might want an album. But if you're dipping your toes, you don't want to get soaking wet!

As for keeping your tracks off iTunes... What are you about, money or a career? AC/DC is gonna sell a whopping number of albums at Wal-Mart, but they've got no buzz online at the iTunes Store, their album and its single tracks don't appear on the chart, never mind front page advertising. If you want to play an untelevised World Series, be my guest. But why play outside the stadium, by yourself. Some people would rather play basketball in Europe for more money, but most want the glory, and will stay here in the U.S.A. (Furthermore, the salary might be less, but the endorsements, the peripheral income, adds up.) You can reach those who truly care outside of iTunes, but the casual user, newbies, they're not gonna be affected, they're gonna be completely out of the loop, which is going to hurt you in the long run. iTunes is the Big Kahuna, why would you want to play outside its parameters?

So if you're making an album, don't think of world domination. Think of satiating your fans. If you must, include a catchy single for radio airplay. But it probably won't get airplay and will quite possibly alienate your core audience. If you're only about the core, don't sell out, feed your homies. But, if you want someone new, sell individual tracks online, allow people a taste. Better yet, give them a taste for free, just like dope dealers. If you're purveying really good shit, people will want more and will get hooked.

words by Bob Lefsetz

Man in The Middle..........

"It's all about the dividends
Girls love the benjamins
And I love girls so......... I play the middleman"

-Emcee Nova

Stayed Tuned....

Art by Carol Miller

For my Fashionistas........

Courtesy of




Maybe Ill go pick up something for her.......

"Who the hell is her" -Not her lol

Mind of Mustafa............

I just realized this is my first music posting. Melo you're the illest for that one!

Hear it from the horse's mouth............

I hear a lot of artists talking similarly, but for some reason it sounds so authentic here..........

Poppy No Snitch............

Its funny.....I was watching an old episode of Def Comedy Jam and this comedian came on. He was clearly from the hood, and I mean that in the most positive way. He was tall with this deep distinct voice and funny as hell. Funny to the point that I wanted to know more about this dude. This man had talent! So as he concedes his performance the screen freezes and it says RIP Rasheed. It blew me away, because it was so unexpected. Here was I, eager about finding this guy because he had such a raw talent, only to find out he passed last year. I was speechless!

So I go look him up and I realize that I do know this guy. I had seen his Bad Boys of Comedy performance. "Poppy no snitch" was unforgettable. I don't know how I couldn't put 2 and 2 together. My boys and I have recited Rasheed's jokes countless times. Its sad to see one of our raw talents leave us so soon. Rasheed was 36 years young and he died from a heart-attack. Fellas we gotta protect our health. Shit we all, male and female need to go see the doc on the regular.

Click on the pics to view more info and videos of Rasheed. You are missed brother!

"Greater is he who acts from love than he who acts from fear" ............Simeon Ben Eleazar

I have seen a huge backlash to Kanye and the current theme of his music lately. Im not gonna mention any names, but you all know who you are....lol. How can I ever be great if I always meet your expectations? We should not question one that crosses outside of our boundaries into a realm not recognized by us immediately. We have to understand that we have been “programmed” to think but so far.....especially when it comes to music. There is an underlining current that is defying this, but that’s another posting. For an example of this just take a look at the latest XXL covers. Back to Yeezy though.

What artist of our day is pushing the boundaries the way Ye is? Don’t wait till later on to appreciate what is before you today. The nigga doesn’t cut his hair, he’s singing, he’s delivering the music before it’s finalized, when it’s finalized, stems, dope ass graphics, sick ass shows, and so much more. I hear people talking about “oh another love song”.....yada yada. The man is a genius. We are in a recession, and people are suffering. You dam right we need love. Ye keep doing your mother....fucking thing!

F the world if they cant adjust........

XXL.......Good Ish

I feel privleged to be working with some of these guys!
Bout time mofos start giving real artists their just-do!


Mickey Factz what up!
Kid Cudi what up!
Wale what up!
Charles Hamilton what up!

Blak Cars.........

I’ve been on this concept shit lately. Like random concepts just be hitting me and I try to write them down or store them someway. I’m sure I would be able to use them somehow later on. This one concept came to me as I was attempting to catch a cab…...at night. And if you’re a black male, then you know this can be tedious time-consuming task. Anyway during my hailing, I start to notice that every car appears black from a well enough distance. It hits me. We are all black cars! Take out the “c” to add some flava and to maybe avoid copyright issues later on and there’s the term. It’s a concept on unity.

Blak Cars is the foundation for my thinking. It is such a meaningful concept. You can adapt it to family, work, friends, or even as far as society as a whole. Blak Cars have no identity, except for its being. It just is, as we just are. There aren’t many thoughts in Blak Cars. There is no time for reckless mind activity, only action. It is rather difficult to determine the speed of a Blak Car. It appears from a distance to be moving in a slow-like motion, but as it approaches, the Blak Car is far from lagging.

Blak Cars are us with goals and destinations. A Blak Car is Kanye singing a whole album in Auto-tune. Fuck what you think. Hip Hop is a Blak Car. I am a Blak Car. This blog is a Blak Car. If you’re reading this right now, close your eyes don’t think……there’s a Blak Car. Life is full of Blak Cars; I’m just trying to stay one of them. Hope you are too.

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Can I help you?

Life is at a fast pace and I ain't asking you to keep up, but since you're talking I'm only assuming. Call me an ass, but you won't call me a loser. Shit you could be an opportunity. I ain't never hear opportunity knock. I look out the window for that shit, then open the door before it gets upstairs.

I try not to play outside the virtual. There's no need for a quantum leap, unless I'm impressed in 30. If you ain't got a hit by then, what do you have? Songs of our lives have been made already, its up to you to do the soul searching. And yes music is for the soul. It is a reflection of the soul, there for I need my soul's music. I need the music made by you, here for me today, mirrored of my soul, reaching me in less than 30 before I'm 30. I need it in order to move forward......don't let TIM CON U, he doesn't want to CONTINUE.

Life is fast, but life is also real. We get pinched everyday trying to stay legal, yet laws are made to be broken. So I say on to you live life motherfucker! And don't stop playing your instrument, it is your only mode of solid expression. Speak to the heavens when you're feeling down and never ever ever ever ever forget....never trust a big butt and a smile, that shit is poison.

Last Night I Had Sex With A Rock Star!

Last night I had sex with a Rock Star. I just recently heard of her, but it wasn't until last night that I got to experience her. And boy the experience. Afterwards I thanked her and told her how incredible she was. She smiled and said thank you. I wish she didn't. I still feel like I owe her.

Her dress was so sexy. The way it hugged her exterior, had me losing control of my interior. I closed my eyes, but I still saw her. I grinned at her. She told me she could call me Daddy, but I never responded. I just watched and felt.........her. There were rose petals, bubbles, and even candy. I wanted to grab her by her hair, but I couldn't move. She had this sexy ass fresh cut. There were other people there, but I wasn't scared. I was actually open. Where did she come from? It didn't matter. I was just happy to be in her presence. I'm beyond feeling her at this point. She starts to get louder, I have to open my eyes. What is this that I am feeling? Is this really her? I tell myself don't question what feels right. I think she heard me, she starts touching herself while she looks at me. Is she serious? I forgot no questions. Just experience her I tell myself. And that's exactly how the rest of the night went. No words, not even thoughts from me. It was her show and she definitely did her thing. Raye 6......thank you for the experience. I can only hope for more.

This is talent mofo.................

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Sidecar......Sidecar......Sidecar

Ok so last night was my first experience with sidecars. Got the idea from one of my favorite blogs....... Naked With Socks On Great drink, I must say. But awaking this morning, the only thought in my mind was I don't need nights like that anymore! Don't get me wrong, I had a great night. I started laying the foundation for an epic partnership, and even met a cool female. (Sidenote: I asked her where was she from, she replied "I don't know, but it sure aint from here". I was so moved by her answer) So it wasn't a bad night.....not a bad night at all. Its this dam morning. Sidecars at night.....cool. Tasting sidecars in the morning from the previous nights drinking......not cool. Oh and btw......I saw the free screening on Diametrics last night before my sidecars at the Dream Hotel. Great concept, makes a lot of sense, but you're not getting $20 for the book nor $50 for the "introductory course". Shout out to Theresa for making the bomb sidecars. Shout out to Ibe and Emcee Don! Nothing like an impromptu meeting on a rooftop in midtown with the smoke in the air. The city provided a great backdrop. And Shout out to Anslem for putting me oooooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Soup...........

I have been eating soup every morning.....mostly chicken noodle from Mike's on 36th & 7th. It has become a part of my routine. I get some soup and a small roll, then Im on my way. It gives me that lil push in the AM/PM (I start work at noon), but without the meltdown of maybe a sandwich or something heavier.

Any other soup divers our there?