It’s Sunday July 1st and I’m chillin’ here in my Atlanta apartment. Haven’t been back home to NY for a little over 3 weeks now. Been back and forth between Atlanta and Los Angeles scouting talent, linking with producers, songwriters, publishers, lawyers, models, filmmakers, CEOs, interns, rappers, dancers, singers, talking heads and whoever else was available to meet. This whole summer is dedicated to traveling. Hot 97 Summer Jam? Check. 107.9 Birthday Bash? Check. BET Awards? Check. Gave Yankees vs Mets tickets to my dad for Father’s Day. Only thing I missed was the Brooklyn Festival. It’s been a slow day in the A, so I decided to write a blog about some of the things I’ve noticed during my travels over the past weeks:
-New York’s music scene is wack! Absolute trashness. No two rappers can get along anymore and the rest of the country is over it. Jim vs. Cam, Murder vs. Pap, Tru vs. The Dips, 50 vs. Cam, Saigon vs. Just Blaze, etc. Stack Bundles (R.I.P.) passed away over some dumbness. None of the aspiring artists can get into PM, Lotus or Marquee unless they have a collared shirt, 2 girls with them plus bottle service. And the clubs they can get into, no one wants to go! The only NYC songs I hear out of town are “Lip Gloss”, “This Is Why I’m Hot” and “Make Me Better”. The underground in the Big Apple is dead, you’re either on or you’re not. Mr. Chows or Puppy Chow.
-Atlanta’s scene isn’t much better; but at least there’s an underground. I’ll take T.I., Luda and Jeezy over any three RELEVANT New Yorkers you can think off right now. Shit, any three in the whole North East! Plus production wise, it’s crazy out here. Every producer has a studio. All you can ask for are hungry people and hope. If an artist is on a Big Mike mixtape in NY, he can’t go outside without being 20 deep and expects a deal. Atlanta you have a bunch of nightspots, restaurants, strip clubs plus a whole bunch of other functions you can go to get it poppin. It’s Black Hollywood for real.
-But Los Angeles has it worse then both cities combined. There’s NOTHING popping out there. Absolutely zippo. Nada. Finito. Unless you want to “Lean Like A Chulo”, there’s no hope for you. Get into Universal City and start your movie career. Start traveling and make like The Game, hook up with a out of towner with hustle and hit the scene. Case in point, Glasses Malone announced a deal with Young Money/Cash Money while I was out there. He’s not dumb. I would love for some to prove my theory wrong.
-Kanye is Neo in the Hip Hop matrix. “Stronger” and “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” are the best two singles on urban radio right now. “Bittersweet” was a little anti-climatic, but dope nonetheless. Graduation will be the first rap album I buy since Hip Hop Is Dead. Plus I love Cassie, I think I’ve mentioned that before. Didn’t I Janice?
-A-Rod will get us to the playoffs. Haters can hate all they want. And Zeke getting Zack is a great trade. Fyre was soft.
I’m going to keep my Brooklyn apartment, but stay in this Buckhead complex 3 weeks out the month. I’m not missing anything in New York: borough wide blackouts, Zab Judah knockouts, Carlos Beltran strikeouts, 30 degree October nights out, etc. I officially get back to Gotham July 9th. Going to make a quick stop in Louisville first (don’t ask). I’m open to suggestions on where I should stay next. Some options are Dallas, Chicago, New Orleans, Las Vegas, Cleveland, Baltimore and a few other places. Let me know.