I spent over 30 hrs. training last week, and I didn’t write a single thing about it. Mainly because I had absolutely nothing nice to say about it. I dragged my ass to practice, I dragged my ass home. Dragging the lake for fish that simply weren’t there. It was an awful practice week, there’s no way around it, and now it’s over. We fall simply to rise, we are deprived so we may better appreciate our circumstances. Happy to say that now I am definitely on the optimistic side of that daunting line. I never want to really vent about the bad days, but simply stay calm and wait for them to pass. If one things for certain they always do. That alone is the entire point to having a “control” that no matter how uneventful, or contrived practice can be sometimes, I’m still practicing. The sweet is never as sweet without those crappy mundane days at practice.
This week I’ve been back with a vengeance, not just at practice but in life. Luckily during my rough week last week I still managed to find the time to apply myself practically through my art. Finding more ways to invest what I do in my community and in turn get to enjoy the fruits of my hard work. I applied for a job in education, working with grades 5-8 teaching dance and an introduction to the fundamental approaches to art. I don’t like to waste anyone’s time as much as I don’t like to have mine wasted, so I immediately address any common concerns in my cover letter. Which typically means, tattoos. Highly visible tattoos. Once that’s on the table, I simply talk about what I know best, which is this dance. I’m not selling breakin’ so much as I’m selling passion. Moreso, I am selling a means to better yourself by fining the means to express yourself. Because of a very typical look at any type of markings or “alternative” lifestyle I have to double sell myself. Not only because of the way I look but also because of what I do, selling an urban dance and expressing, eliquiently the extraordinary properties and culture behind it. When I do this, I’m not lying to the people I’m selling it to, I am pleading a case for hip-hop. A case for real hip-hop, with genuine lineage and understanding. I don’t go in there and package a 6-step, and throw some windmills and leave happily with oohs and aahs, no. That is far too simple a task. I go in there with the weigh of a thousand b-boys and how important their art is. I go in there with the responsibility to up hold dignity and bring honor to our craft. I do this by not filling the ever present need to fill questions like “Can you headspin?” by then headspinning. I do this by showing them every inch of this art they’ve never seen or had the chance to understand. I get their awe through ability, and I leave with their attention and a want to understand more by simply showing a single layer of this art, peeled back, naked for all to see.
Getting signed does not make you a good artist. Making good music does.
Shit makes me so damn angry.
What the fuck is up with people defending shitty “hip hop” artists because they’re signed to some label? ”oh man, you’re gonna hate on kreayshawn? she just got signed to columbia!” First off, shut the fuck up. Do you really think the record companies give a shit about the quality of music they’re puttin out? They don’t make music, they make money. Soulja boy is (was?) signed to interscope, along with Dr. Dre, and eminem. I guess soulja boy must be putting out the illest shit now. Major record labels today promote a lot of popular “music”, the main contributor to this sudden surplus of one hit wonders. If brain dead people keep promoting it, the record labels keep signing. Sudden surge in autotune, electro beats, etc. a coincidence? doubt it. Back to the topic of Kreayshawn, let’s be fucking serious. How much more gimmicky can you get in one package? White girl rapper, check. Rebellious attitude towards the modern day gucci, louis vuitton, high class fashion craze sweeping “hip hop”, check. Hyped to no end, check. An overall image to cover up for the shitty ass music being made, check. So different from radio music, and yet not at all. Hatorade is delicious.
"So if your message ain’t shit, fuck the records you sold
cuz if you go platinum it’s got nothin to do with luck
it just means that a million people are stupid as fuck”
if you didn't have to worry about money and could do anything with your life, what would you do?
Bboy my life away haha. But other than dance, learn everything there is to learn about hip hop culture, graff, Mcing, DJing. Also travel the world. So many interesting things out there, so much to learn. Never enough time though. But anyways, fuck money.