You Don’t Have To Sell Drugs to Sell Records… Or Do You?
You gotta love it. Like clockwork, right before an artist releases a new album, they divulge a little more information about their personal life. Sometimes, it’s about growing up in a broken home (family member on drugs or locked up) and, other times, it’s about their own unfortunate decisions made while coming of age (selling drugs, going to jail, etc.). Then, there are times where it gets really creative and you’ll find out about abortions and sex tapes, and lions and tigers and bears. Oh, my!
I still don’t see how (literally) eating his girlfriend while on PCP didn’t skyrocket Big Lurch’s sales. That shit was mad original.
*Conscience kicks in*
Sorry, that ain’t funny.
Anyway, I have no sex tapes. Moms wasn’t on drugs. Pops never went to jail. Well, he did get arrested once for a bunch of unpaid tickets but that was my brother’s fault (he’s a junior). I also haven’t killed anyone. Or sold drugs. I know people that have done both but it wasn’t me.
I’m from the projects. When I’m out and about and people ask me where I’m from I say Bed-Stuy. When they ask where specifically and I tell them the cross streets and it’s not within the “safe” Bed-Stuy they always say, “Oh, my!”
If you know me from Tanya Morgan you know we always been on some fun shit. Between the three of us, there’s enough “real shit” to fill up an album but we never went that route. My new album, Pea’s Gotta Have It (in stores tomorrow, October 12, plug, plug, plug) is about coming of age in Brooklyn, but I spend most of the LP speaking about being in school.
In some ways I grew up damn near living out a Clipse album but that isn’t on this record. The last song on my album is inspired by those caught up in the street life but it isn’t glorified. I understand how one ends up doing what they have to do all too well. I could never look down on those that take that path because I know how they end up taking it.
I just chose not to.
Like I said, just because I’m an extra in the scene doesn’t make it my story, so I’m not going to tell it. Instead of getting a brick when I wanted the new old Jordan’s and a North Face I got an after-school job.
When it comes to using a checkered past to sell music, it usually works because it’s intriguing to take on a certain role. The player. The thug. The reformed thug. The drug dealer. The rich guy. Anything larger than life, anything your listener isn’t. Or, if they are, you have to be better than they are at it.
If you sell drugs, you probably want to hear Pusha T talk about how much more weight he has than you. If you’re into fashion, you probably want to hear about the new shit Kanye is rockin’ that you can’t afford. If you’re a regular dude, you probably want to hear Phonte talk about when he didn’t get the girl either, but he has her now (because you don’t have her yet).
If that helps, be happy to know eventually I got the girl, too. And you don’t have these shoes I’m wearing. And I invented a new kind of weed that you’ll never get to smoke…. Simply because you’re not worthy. Ha-ha. I’m joking.
Do I really have to say I’m joking, though? I may need a disclaimer for my sense of humor.
Hmm, where was I? Oh, yes…
Pea’s Gotta Have It, a Von Pea Joint. 10-12-10. No hard life stories, no sex tapes, no drug tales. I’m banking on good music and word of mouth to push this album. That doesn’t make me better than the next man and that’s not my point. I’m simply hoping the music alone does the trick.
*Steps off pedestal and cooks some crack*
See y’all tomorrow.