Tuesday: December 25, 2000
It Ain't All Good; And That's The Truth!
Traditionally at this time of year, things slow down in this end of the music
biz. Advertisers slow their roll and pump their brakes. People begin to focus
on shopping for the end of the year, and generally speaking, Folks are
preparing for the long Winter ahead. In particular, Kronick has but one thing
as its focus; KEEP COMING OUT REGARDLESS!!
There's a new issue on the streets with Eminem on the Cover. Scarface &
C-Murder are on additional covers. And there's a gang of other shit up in the
ish. So go get that while it's available. Right now I'm workin' on the next
joint 'cause the shit don't quit. There's a new resolve around here that
we're gonna do our thang despite what the advertisers wanna throw our way in
the form of excuses & non-participation. I refuse to bow, I refuse to scrape.
We will come out and that's that. And they will pay the suggested retail
price or we will take our proverbial ball and go the fuck on our merry way.
There are many teams who want to play with us, if not challenge our ranking
on the streets. And there are those who came before us with better winning
records and nicer championship rings. But know this: Kronick may have never
won a Super Bowl, but we're always in the Playoffs.
Learn about it!
Big Ballin' Blaq
Sunday: September 24, 2000
First Day Of The Week
I can't front on Madonna and her new album, Music. The single and video for
the title track has me up all night like a Denny's breakfast combo. That shit
is boombastic like a mickey-fickey; especially when played at high volume in
a residential area. I never thought I'd say this about the Material Girl, but
you look good in your 40's Mami! I'm bumpin' your shit right now, ma dear...
Trip this though; the day the video crew took over the offices was the day
she had her release party at Catch One (the one and only Black Dyke club in
L.A. on Pico & Bronson). I know because I went to pick up some fish (get it?)
accross the street and seen the red carpet stretched three blocks into the
hood. Talk about Ghetto Fabulous!
Anyways, I'm up early on this Sunday and thought I'd let you all know that my
work week begins today. It's the best day to get stuff done because everyone
else is usually sleeping off the night before. Plus, it's often the quietest
day because the phone won't ring but a few times. So while the rest of the
world rests or has a carefree attitude, I'm doin' my dirt all by my lonely.
And I LOVE it more than a lot of other frivolous thangs that I can let hang.
It's another opportunity to play ketchup so I can cut the mustard to spread
the relish like mayonaise. In other words, I can get my condiments in order
to put on the weekly burger (turkey, of course) with the grilled onions and
toasted wheat buns.
I forgot: am I exercising similes or metaphors with my mind tickling these
keys at my fingertips. Creativity bee's like that sometimes when you can get
up as soon as you wake. A lot of times I'll just lay there thinking wide
awake in the bed, letting that energy and those thoughts slip away into
obscurity. Do you ever bug out on the invisible place a lot of thoughts come
from? I think music comes from that same invisible place. I get some of my
best thoughts in three to four places. When I'm about to go to sleep and my
mind is relaxed, when I'm asleep, when I first wake up, and when I'm
pre-occupied with so much shit at once that I'll remember a detail about
something toally unrelated and write it down on a small piece of paper.
That's some ill shit.
Thoughts can be very powerful, or so I've learned. It's like that movie
called Sphere with Sharon Stone, Dustin Hoffman, Samuel L. Jackson, and Queen
Latifah. Anything they thought up or kept thinking of eventually manifested
itself in the worst ways. Thoughts become manifest when we think and act like
we want them to, conscious or unconscious. I'm not saying that if you think
you'll win the lottery, you will. But if you act like you really want to win
and invest money into it, the liklihood of winning automatically goes up. But
I didn't say you'd win. The point is there are simpler things to want and get
if you really want them.
In my case I want to get this next issue out on time, therefore I need to
transcribe about 4-6 interviews, PRONTO! My cut-off is this Thursday because
that's when we leave for Miami. The Mixshow Summit is there, Cash Money
Millionaires will be there, and so will we. Amnd the issue? October 24th is
all I can say right now.
The Moving Magnate
Thursday: September 21, 2000
The Making Of A Video
Two days ago the Kronick offices were officially shut down in order to make a
music video. In fact the entire street was blocked off for the "Get It
Together" video as part of the Million Family March coming up on October 16th
of this year. Blackground Entertainment put together an all-star compilation
and this song is the 'letting you know' single. In the clip directed by Chris
Robinson, people like Mack 10 and Lady Of Rage are right in front of the crib
spittin' verses about joining in and doin' the right thing. Others involved
are Kam, Caviar (who also produced the track for Fort Knox Productions) Fat
Joe, Sincere, and Drag-On. The track bubbles and the rappers all come
As for the making of the video, that shit started at 6:00 AM with about 30
people coming in and pretty much taking over the entire premises. By 10: AM
the 100 or so extras started to arrive. By 1:00 PM I was onto my 3rd or 4th
beer and by 5:00 PM I was out on the ledge shooting flicks of the crowd at
it's zenith and Mack 10 rappin' on the front porch. By 8:00 PM they were on
to the next locale and I was 1/2 hour away from putting my office back
together and crashing in it. It took me a full day to recover from all the
wear and tear to both the house and the activity. Neve mind the alcohol and
all the nervous gang members here the day before. It's back to work as usual
for me just like the rest of us. But it did make an interesting day. Can't
wait to see the finished product!
That Behind The Scenes Dread
Sunday: September 17, 2000
Moving Forward In The Positive
That's the best title I can come up with right now, as I'm playing catch up
to tell you all what's been going on in the life of Blaq. Let me digress a
bit and go back about a weekend ago. We left L.A. on a Friday morning headed
for Atlanta. We were to meet up with Mr. Scarface in his new hometown to
procure a Cover feature on The Last Of A Dying Breed.
When we arrived at our hotel in the midst of Downtown ATL, we were greeted by
their finest SWAT/Anti-Terrorist Unit who were sweeping the perimeter of our
Hotel in preparation of the arrival of Vice-Pres. Al Gore Jr. And to think
they had us in the same tower as he was? You've got to be kidding me!
That night we met up with Face at Too $hort's crib in a wealthy man's wood's
of just-outside-a-nigga'z-reach/rich-niggaville. While there we did what we
had to do. Unfortunately, due to poor health and lack of nourishment on my
part, I couldn't execute an interview with $hort Dog. But it's still all
gravy-train because Animal got a Dope photo shoot with him at night right in
front of his crib.
The next day we linked with Tela and laid our Game flat like a pancake. Then
we had to throw a few changes in to the mix until th next day when we were to
arrive in New Orleans. That's when the fun began. If you can, go to New
Orleans. It's a great place to eat, drink, gamble, and frolic. Pure Fuckery
at it's best and worst!! Plus it's dirt cheap to hang, bang, slang, and do yo
thang. Just don't get caught up on the wrong side of the laws or the other
side of the Whodi's. Otherwise it's all gravy; covered & smothered. Y'erd me?
We met up with my Neegin' Filthy Rich from the world's most Gangsta label and
proceeded to get Krunk til' we dunked with Mr. Marcelo & Tuff Guy
Entertainment. Brick (as Marcelo is affectionately called) and Dodo the CEO
took us out in the stretch 'Gator as if we were the Terror Squad, rollin' us
from club to club 15 deep takin' shots of Henn & Hein ala 1-on-1. Or do they
call it Henneken? Heinessey? I don't know.
After partying 'til the cows came home, we slept 'til 3:00 PM and did it all
over again with C-Murder. Let me just say right here that I was never really
a fan and was kind of misguided as to what this cat was all about. I'm just
being honest when I tell you muthafuckas like this: I kinda thought C-Murder
was on some middle brother got-something-to-prove shit as if he were a Black
Peter Brady to Master P's Greg and Silkk Tha Shocker's Bobby. Don't get it
twisted, I'm just trying to give people something relative to go by. First
impressions can be a false sense of reality if allowed to run amuck. And I
couldn't have been further from the truth of who C-Murder is and what he's
That Brotha showed us a good time and a well planned work session. He is the
first and only artist that ever came to us with an idea of exactly how he
wanted his Cover Feature to LOOK, and actually took an extended period of
time to discuss, set up, and execute the photo shoot. The juxtaposition of
his 2000 Bentley, gold-plated custom lowrider bike and TRU/No Limit flags
flying against the backdrop of the 3rd Ward Calliope New Orleans Housing
Projects he grew up in felt like a video shoot. The people came pouring out
of their homes as if this brotha was the pied piper of the projects. It was
the picture-perfect presentation of what defines Ghetto Fabulous.
I was blown away at how laid back, analytical, and articulate C-Murder was.
Knucklehead? Not in the least. Ignorant? Fuggeddaboudditt!! Real? Please
believe it, nephew! NOBODY fucks with C-Murder or his folks in N.O. Not the
laws, not them otha niggaz, and no Jabronis white or Black dare run up for
the common-sense knowledge of getting done up in the process. Shit, if I
wasn't there to see him specifically, you think I'd just run up? Well, that's
me> I'd do it. But if I wasn't no Rap Publishing muh'fucka wit' dreads, I
surely would not.
It's like an old Jewish man told me on a plane when I showed him some of the
artists featured on these pages. The very image of the Black men with
tattoos, cornrows, and ice-grills that also happen to be Platinum-plus
selling Rap Artists invoked him to say to his wife in front of me, "Honey,
If I saw them coming in our front door, I'd run out the back!" Well, I hate
to say it but if I saw that scary old dude coming in my front door, I'd go
out the back too!
The point is, these rappers have enough money to buy an island and sell you a
room in their resort. How scary is it when the new standard for young Black
men is a mansion, a yacht, diamonds in the ears, around the neck & wrists, on
the fingers, a Bentley, and a posse of convicted felons who've all gone
straight? Personally, as another Black man in the trenches, the fear that
shit invokes in others makes me laugh!
Fear Not For The Time Is At Hand
The Prophetic Publisher
Monday: September 4, `00
Labor Day Weedend
I've always had a problem making the distinction between Labor Day, Memorial
Day and Veteran's Day. I think Memorial and Veterans are the same thing and
it comes at th beginning of the Summer. Labor Day happens at the end of the
Summer and signals the onset of Fall. But I think Memorial Day signifies the
loss of Soldiers in Wars for this nation of America from the Revolutionary to
present day Persian Gulf / Somalia/ Kosovo Wars as casualties. Those guys
fought and died for many of the freedoms we take for granted.
Labor Day on the other hand represents the struggle of what was once known as
the Labor Movement. This was something that from the turn of last Century to
the mid 1930's had serious repercussions all over the world. The labor
movement was worldwide in scope and unionized millions not only in the United
States, but everywhere. This movement succeeeded in something once known as
the General Strike which led to what we now call Unionized Labor which led to
a general standard of living, middle class existence and protection of
workers rights wherever the Labor Movement took over. Nowadays I think this
is overlooked and forgotten as long as we can have a bar-b-que to go to. And
that's all good. But just remember why we can bar-b-que in the first place.
The Labor Movement had something to do with all of that and so did those
Veterans we mmorialize in the same way.
Eat, drink & be merry!
That pot-bellied Publisher
Friday: August 25, '00
When The Dust Settles
Alright people, I know you've been waiting for my official after-report on
the events that took place at The Source Awards. Are you sure you're ready
because I've waited a few days to see what the Media would report on and
everything is coming together out of the chaos.
There will be a show on the air this Tuesday when our latest issue hits the
streets and I'm sure the ratings will be out the roof. What's really
interesting though are the images going out on Mtv, C-Span, CNN, ET, and UPN.
Also, the Los Angeles Times and other local media have had their spin on
So here's what I not only saw that night, but felt, experienced, and shared
with others who were there. First of all, security was very tight getting
into the venue, except for the Artists and their entourages. Yes, there were
metal detectors and Police and private security all in place. There were
Industry suits, artists from every corner of Hip Hop, Mothers with their
children, older fans and family members, Female fans, dancers & Video Ho's,
every Media outlet, personal Crews, Posses, and Thugs.
Now the Thugs, Artists, and security were often hard to distinguish because
that's just Hip Hop. There was no dress code because how are you gonna tell a
bunch of Rappers they can't wear hats, jeans, t-shirts and sneakers? The
event was in Pasadena which meant that those Authorities were extremely
nervous and almost creating an aura of tension as if they were waiting for
something to jump off, just not sure when and where things would flash up.
And there were little skirmishes here and there from the very beginning.
You've got a lotta rich Black people and ignorant Niggaz intermingling under
the same roof as Television and Music Executives at a $3 million dollar
production. Things were tense from the beginning when the show started an
hour late. Did I mention that there were no concessions with any snacks,
beverages, or anything at all for that matter. Not even water. That's janky.
I don't know if you've ver been to an award show taping, but there are many
breaks lasting up to 10 minutes for set changes and the like. And with a
scheduled 4 hour taping running mad late, you can imagine how many
individuals (myself included) became restless and impatient. A lot of people
were moving about and no one seemed to really care about the taping after
awhile. People were just being social when all of a sudden, right in front of
the stage, a Nigga got beat down.
And I do mean he opened a big barrel of whupp-ass on himslf that left him
folded up under the chairs like a stepped-on aluminum can. I kid you not! I
was about 10 feet from the ruckus in the front row about to walk up that
aisle when the shit hit the fan. Who I saw administering at least 3-5
fisticuffs to the upper body of this Jabroni was NOT E-40. I repeat, it was
not E-40. That's a false report. I ain't gonna say who but I will say that
you need to go back to paragraph three and see who else was there. But it
wasn't E-40 at all. The three guys may have looked like E-40, but none of
them were him. I know because I was close enough to see that yes, they were
big, but they weren't Earl. Plus, everybody knows that Niggaz with glasses
usually don't fight with 'em on.
Did I say three guys? Well when the funk jumped off, it looked like these two
big cats running up were security, when in fact they came to assist the guy
who already had the Jabroni on his knees. They then proceeded to beat him
down into the floor enamel. Simultaneously, all the stars, execs, and VIPs
ran in every direction and people started heading for every exit as if they
expected to hear gunshots or something. So I ran too! Straight onto the stage
and into the backstage area. People had already cleared the stage in fright,
all the artists backstage and outside in the trailers were held there, and
that's when the cats from the audience took to the stage and started squaring
off. Fortunately, by that time the Police arrived on the stage and started
spraying Niggaz who wre fighting each other with mace. After those
bitch-Niggaz ran away crying, the Cops told everybody to go home. And the
show was over.
But a lot of the beefs that were in effect are still alive. And that is one
of those things that will probably never go away as long as Hip Hop remains
an "Anything Goes" type of Artform "From The Streets". Whatever happened to
"Let's take this shit OUT to the street", or just leaving that street shit
where it came from? ON THE STREETS, not at an award show!!
Next time get the Fruit Of Islam. Them Muslims don't play that shit!! Brothas
& Niggaz alike know this and will behave accordingly!
Saturday: August 19, 2000
The Source Awards Pre-Pre-Parties
This is the weekend when The Source brings it's circus to town. Starting
tonight, there are parties all over L.A. until Tuesday night when they tape
the presentations and performances at the Pasadena Civic Auditorium. I've
already been innundated with offers of dinner, pre-parties, casual drink
meetings, and a ticket to the actual Awards! Can you believe it? The things
you get for being in this business long enough never cease to amaze me.
Now if only someone would invite me to the Mtv Video Music Awards, that would
be the ticket!
Don't get me twisted like a pretzel, I'm glad to be going to the awards. It's
just that for everyone that wants to take me to dinner or out for a drink,
invite me to a party or get me a ticket to the show, or any such nicety has a
string attached with a price tag on the other end. C'est La Vie, such is the
life in Entertainment. Favors are what a lot of things in this business are
based upon, namely reputation and somtimes survival. The incredible mystery
is in being able to negotiate what type of favor you'll need in return with
the type of price tag that'll do yourself some good. That way everyone wins.
Lord knows I've felt shorted enough times tom know the frustration of an
uneven-handed deal. So I'll go to the parties like I always do, eat those
expensive meals that are never free, drink top shelf cognacs, talk that shit,
exercise my Game with discretion, and execute my deals with precision. Ass,
gas, grass, or cash (excellent credit will do): nobody rides for free
including me! That means you too...
That Politickin' Publisher
Wednesday: August, 16 2000
Protesting All The Protests!
It seems to me that ever since the WTO Conference in Seatle, Washington a few
months ago that protesting for the sake of protesting is the new thing to do.
It's one thing when you protest a righteous cause that will affect change,
but come on! I can also see when people mobilize against a political party
that is detrimental to all of us as a society; as in the Republican ticket of
G.W. Bush and Dick Cheney. But when you come out to protest just because
it'll get you some air time, or decide that you're gonna defy authority just
to confront law enforcement, it gets a little ridiculous.
So today's argument is not whether or not the LAPD is right or wrong because
everyone knows they're wrong from Darryl Gates old regime to Rodney King, to
the ever-expanding Rampart scandal But when people go out there to party in
protest hoping that shit pops off is irresponsible. It's almost like people
are asking to get their heads bashed in because they know they'll make the
nightly news and therefore world history. I even know people that are
participating in both the protests and the Democratic Convention.
But the bottom line is that nobody ever goes to Downtown LA except during a
Laker or Dodger game. Not the people at the convention, not the police, and
certainly not the protestors. So I don't know what streets the protestors
want to take back. Everyone who lives in Los Angeles knows exactly what I'm
talking about. The demonstrations going on and being mobilized are a powerful
statement when seeing the different organizations uniting to strenghen their
position. But the confusion comes when mixed messages go out from within the
protesting camps. I ain't blaming the Police or the protestors, but I am
saying it's kind of silly to be protesting the Political Party that can
affect the most change.
It's disgusting to see these young people who have banners of hopelessness
and statements of utter disgust when they know fully well there is no other
society on earth with as much opportunity to rise out of poverty. Only in
America can you do your thing and get away with it for the most part. You can
say what you want without fear of reprisal, and you can for the most part go
wherever your money can take you. Why do you think whenever there's a problem
overseas or in other countries, the people being persecuted will do anything
to come to America? The rest of the activity within these borders is a work
in progress; which in this country, we can agree to disagree upon.
Plus, all this makes for good televsion, music video, ratings, politics, and
bullshit. What else would we talk about this week?
Saturday: August 5, 2000
New York Again, Already?
That's correct; we just got back from NYC for the second time in three
week-ends. So much has happenned in such a short space it's a wonder we have
time to put out a magazine. The good news is we leave the final cuts with the
Printer on Monday. The bad news is I keep getting these very bad cuts to my
fingers that make me want to take out some insurance on these dark brown
hands of mine.
Back to the issue at hand, two weekends ago it was Up In Smoke, this past
week it was Dice Raw (The Roots Hypinitis Man), Field Mob (Albany GA's
finest), R.A. The Rugged Man (Sick & Twisted whiteboy, demented & deranged
MC), Sadat X (Brand New Being), Kane & Abel (Twin Novelist MC's), and C~N~N
(Capone & Noriega: the illest Kids on the block). All that and a six hour
wait at JFK Airport on Friday was all the doctor ordered despite me losing my
AMEX card and running out of money and what am I complaining about anyway?
I'm glad to be back home and New York is a great place to visit if that makes
any sense. I have a lot of people to thank as usual and they all played a
part in making this a successful adventure. Mission accomplished. Now back to
The Colored Correspondent
Tuesday: July 25th, 2000
Today At Kronick
I apoliogize for not bringing you all the up to the minute details of this
juicy life called Kronick. Today was a good day. Just ask Shaggy (Mr
Boombastic) whose new album hits stores today. He just came from Japan on his
way to Jamaica and stopped in L.A. for a day. Me, Animal and Eric Pupecki hit
him up on all that superstardom and what it's like to be Mr Lover-Lover.
What's more exiting though is what we went through this past weekend in New
York City and Hartford Conneticut to participate in the Up In Smoke Tour. Now
unless you've been living in a cave or hiding under a rock, you should know
that this is where Eminem, Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg and everyone else
that made the West Coast Rock for the past 10 years are taking their show
coast to coast. And we got to interview them all for your eyeballs to see. So
without being too detailed, it is definitley something you'll want to check
in for yourself.
That Publishing Negro
Tuesday: July 18, 2000
So as we await and see how long it'll take the Animal to do his thing, time
marches on and we must continue to forge ahead with our assignments. This
just in: The Up In Smoke Tour will be in Hartford Conneticut this Saturday
and so will we! That's right, as of yesterday we got the green light to go to
New York for the weekend on a mission. So we'll see if in fact we can
interview Dre, Snoop, Eminem, Cube, Xzibit and on down the line. Can you say
Backstage Passes, photos in the pit and onstage? Like what!!!
Does anyone else watch VH1 Behind the Music besides me? They've been showing
some really good ones on people like Dre, Ice T, Queen Latifah, Public Enemy,
and the list goes on. I even heard there's one coming out on Snoop and
Eminem. Who else checks for E-Television's True Hollywood Stories and Wild
On? How about Blind Date and Change Of Heart? The Men's Show or the X Show?
Just thought I'd ask.
Thursday: July 13, 2000
While you all have been waiting patiently for the next issue to hit the
streets, I just wanna let you know that we've been getting our shit together
over here. First of all it seems like there has been a cleaning of house
around here. As the seasons change so do people's attitudes toward doing
this. Not me though. I'm getting ready to do this Up In Smoke thing with all
the heavy West Coasters, not to mention Detroit's finest. Meanwhile my highly
paid layout guy/photographer has been taking his own sweet time to get these
pages in your hands. I guess I'll have to slow down his pay til he plays
catch up. But whatever the case, that's why we've all been waiting; because
it's the Animal's fault. That feels so good to say in light of the fact that
everyone and their Mama literally wants to blame the Blaqman when shit don't
go right. When it goes smoothly, then no one can be found and the only thing
they'll say is it should've been that way all along. Well what about now?
When it's no longer the Blaqman's fault, who you gonna blame?
Think about it
Wednesday: July 12, 2000
Have You Seen Me?
Alright already. I know most of you out there have seen the last issue with a
full page website ad featuring DJ Fade. So many people have responded from
all over the United States and even Jamaica looking for the Faderick. I've
got good news. He's returned from the land of the lost. At last sighting it
was the LAPD who got him to come out of hiding in North Hollywood. As a
matter of fact, he just threw another ice cube into my Henny & Sprite. He
could only afford a half pint so it's funny watching him go thru the ritual.
His story is kind of like my story only I've been accountable for the last
three months. He's been with his wifey of sorts until the Po-Po got involved
for the umpteenth time. Somebody had to go and it was him. By this time
tomorrow he'll be in West Virginia and I don't know when I'll see him again.
So to answer all your questions, he is all right and alive. He is no longer
with that trashy white girl (we'll see about that over time) who was worse
than crack for him. He made a series of decisions that sabatoged his life for
the last three years and is now on the road to recovery. Let's just hope he
doesn't fall off the wagon for her this time. But all bets are still on as we
wait and see.
Oh yea, the new issue will be out by the first of the month so look for
Beenie Man or De La Soul on the cover.
See ya tomorrow. And in case you were wondering why I haven't done this in a
minute, it's because I just got some scratch for the webmaster and don't feel
ashamed to send him my ghostface-killah-train-of-thought bullshuck for you
all to read.