BLOODSUCKING FREAKS FRESH FOR 92 YOU SUCKERS
Summer vampire alert: I usually don’t write diatribes here I save that for magazines but I felt compelled today after being grievously insulted: Curious if anyone will make it through this long winded rant?
KNOW YOUR ROOTS 101:
Recently I felt the sting of faux elitism a feeling I am not used to. For the most part I avoid the uber hip nonsense and tend to be the blue collar intellectual I am checking out art openings, pushing around downtown,writing,making music and being pro-active at my various gigs trying to stay focused. I recently returned a email invite to a party that I wanted to attend since I was stuck in the city over the long weekend and cant stand the drive to the Hampton’s (The Tampons?) Now lets just say I was succinctly told a day later via email” The list is full ”
Now I was baffled I had been asked to host a version of this party a few weeks ago, I was friends or better yet acquaintances with the originators of the event and had been a supporter of their cause since day one being that this party is based on the culture and music that I had a deep hand in creating some 15+ years ago. There is very little I feel entitled to but this time period which helped shape me and raise the consciousness of those around me is one of those few cultural movements that I have a sense of entitlement about and all of the people who helped create and shape this era I believe feel a bit like this and rightfully so. There aren’t that many tangible things that any person can actually see the long standing impact of culturally speaking in their own lifetime and this movement/moment is time is one of them. Too say I’m proud of my participation in the shaping of this culture is an understatement. This period in time defines me in a sense reason being it’s when hip-hop music counted and stood for something unlike the thuged out disco rap has become today. The irony of it all is an artist I discovered and worked closely with was DJing. His name is Pete Rock you might have heard of him. I was his conduit to a record deal and his A+R guy back in the day. I was there when he made T.R.O.Y and working with Pete is something I am eternally proud of. The irony getting denied entry to this event never seems to cease.
OK now me I’m a bit of a hothead most who know me know this. Fortunately I’ve gotten over my problems with my hands in the past few or this would have been a different scenario entirely. I sent back an email that said “ Great they just asked me to host that party a few weeks ago…Thanks for dissing me, and next time google me bitch.” Now remember I am a sarcastic fucker no doubt and I’m not one to hold my tongue , so I expressed myself in my own obnoxious way. I didn’t realize I sent this email to a woman but now in retrospect I could care less really like Cube said ” A bitch is a bitch”. This email was in turn sent to and cc’d to 7 people besides myself and was added on to with a “Yo this is your people” and a Who’s this directed at”:
Me
My asst
My wife (that one made no sense to me at all)
My company
Now me I felt like someone was trying to put me on blast and had basically email snitched on me for reasons unknown. I personally don’t go for either of those cornball moves so I sent an email back:
“ Never your wife that’s disrespectful, now your assistant definitely and stop e snitching I don’t appreciate it here’s my number this is so whatever. 646 6** 2*** “
More lame emails came with the cc of course and cheeseburger neck was acting like he didn’t know it was me who got shit on, one of the promoters whom I discussed hosting the jumpoff with a few weeks earlier sold me out in a flash and kissed corndawg booty via email (and therefore lost a gang of respect in the process) and me I wondered why cheeseburger neck hadn’t just apologized for his ignorant assistant and made it all bueno already. I got a call to discuss this matter by the email snitcher a few minutes later. Me I didn’t really feel like talking I might have told the guy to suck it or reminded him that I enjoy a nice fair one every once in a while so I refrained from answering. I had a meeting to handle anyways and didn’t want to potentially lose my cool. Confronting snitches of any sort will do that to me.
I received an email a few minutes later that was equally as retarded as his first and I replied one last time “This is lame. Have fun at your shindig and knowledge your assistant/bitch on the foundation of the culture your pimpin she managed to offend one of the many who helped it be what it was, and what it is. “ After that I left it alone but it made me ponder a few things. The obvious was putting a foot up E snitch’s ass but that’s too predictable and too easy. I thought about a bunch of stuff but, the thing that stuck the most was how many cultural vampires there are in this world and how most of them earn more bread then the creators, the seminal people who contribute to the culture and raise peoples consciousness’ , those that strive to leave a tangible creative mark on the world at large and how fully fucked this is. I found myself looking at a bigger picture and thinking to myself no marketing guy should make more money than a great painter, writer or musician ever end of story that’s just how it should be. Too bad it ain’t ever gonna be like that and that’s real talk. This realization gave me clarity plus a stomach ache.
I reflected on how many people worldwide have been positively affected by my peer’s and my creative efforts. People I endlessly admire whom I consider my brethren without naming names have touched people globally in ways that the vampires never could. Culture vultures and vampires they don’t even operate on that plane of thinking and tangible creative output isn’t on their agenda’s. Monetizing and materialistic notions are the way of culture vultures. I also wondered why these bloodsuckers always have the following:
Better seats than me at everything
A lot of fine looking ladies ( I ain’t hurting in this category)
Bottles on their table
Expensive bad clothes and really tacky style
No original thoughts
Sunglasses at night
It also made me think I really don’t give a fuck about any of that faux wall of elitism I want to engage the everyman always did and always will. I do care about the following:
My Family and friends
Art in all mediums
Respecting those that laid the foundation of this culture
Engaging people in a positive way and creating dialog
My personal creative output
Raising peoples consciousnesses through creativity
This ethos I think needs to be explained to the growing legions of late grab vampires before I have a flash back and put a size 11 up some know it all marketing dueschbag’s sunglasses at night sniffing coke kind of dudes ass. Make a long story short I was disappointed, felt unacknowledged, slighted and disrespected several times by people/vampires/ I deem beneath me for various reasons by this exchange. I had to fall back and hit the bong real quick and then I woke up and smelled the coffee. I realized the vampires weren’t worth even caring about cause at the end of the day there still blind to universal laws of respect and no matter what they were gonna continue to eat off the plate of the culturally significant while not bringing any food to the party and for that I feel bad for them. Keep sucking blood, I hear it taste’s great but the side effect may pollute ones soul.
Food for thought………………………………
Dante Ross
Anti late grab club president
NYC