Dear Diary,
Hip Hop this, hip hop that...when will this actually turn into something? For those who have done the basics of independently releasing music, from recording, to marketing, to networking, to getting your music all over the world (though still in admittedly not enough hands), to finding other opportunities to progress off the strength of what your music has done, it seems like a never-ending cycle when you see others only doing exactly the same thing you may have done 10 years ago. Makes one remember one of Hov's line "I know where you're going/ I've read your mind's navigational system" and chuckle. Damn, dude was'nt just spitting that arrogance, that's exactly the truth about what he was seeing happening around him.
It's all the same characters in the soapie, just different casting of faces. You almost cringe thinkin to yourself, "damn..I was just like him" when you look at the new faces cast in a specific role. New energy is always needed. Hip Hop was built by "people against the dictates of society."
How does the soapie end & we start having a much stronger, newer, updated & I emphasis dear diary the word updated version of the newer, more entertaining production? Well, maybe actually just taking it off the air I guess.
There's a couple of middle aged/"edging on getting old people", who are taking what I hold so close..my hip hop culture, & are actually beating me at making significant real life wealth building moves out of this. Yeah how about a recording studio to hire out, yeah how about a record label, yeah how about just selling beats to artists, how about milking the endoresment & sponsorship market. That all sounds fun, and suitable for me seeing as I am a head. Hmm, how about I just quit this whole soapie and start my own? Because clearly this one is getting as bad and as repetitive as Santa Barbara got at the end of it's life. How many times could Mason keep beefing with his pops then coming back again. Come to think of it, it's such a trip thinkin how fine Kelly was, then reality hitting when seeing the same woman today. Mmmmad old. Time books out on you. Hmmm, same thing I guess. Wanting to do what you love the most, a dream you can carry for years, then decades, with a couple of what you may have thought as major successes only fizzling in the background. Then you wake up & see Kelly looking like a 60/70 something ytear old woman. Damn.
I've just been beaten by a couple of old people that know nothing about hip hop. I mean, no disrespect, they're well established in their respective fields of business and politics, but had the foresight to holla at Nelly and say aye listen here, let's talk about us having the exclusive rights to distribute and license Pimp Juice throughout Africa, I mean Africa is a big mufufurrker but these Americans don't know that. Get him to host 2 years worth of Pimp My Ride episodes for the African Market. Do his Vokal branding while we at it. Make a couple of quick millions, coz I mean hey, we love fizzy drinks out here man. Coca Cola is in every gwash area in Africa. Even when they don't have electricity, a coca cola branded tuckshop is somewhere. Those old peeps are the real hustlers.
Anyway for now, just for now, they win. I lose. Time to re-strategize.