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Thursday, March 24, 2011

RyE On Premature Retire and Other random thoughts

I apologize for the premature retire post when I said I was going to take my talents to Tumblr. Honestly I think it has a better set up but for someone who has zero writing skills (thats meee) and who goes through serious dry spells with my blogs I found it to be way too easy to just "reblog" or post a video/photo up.

I couldn't quite get any writing down or off my chest with all those distractions. But like any great talent...you should always be ready for a come back! So let me blow the dust off my finger tips...tap into the good ol noggin and just free flow.

SXSW has just wrapped and reading reviews and asking a friend of mine who attended I was more curious about what he heard that hasn't gone mainstream yet. Anyone who knows me knows that I love music. I'm not going to claim I'm a music head and know all these great "underground unknown talents" or my opinion on music is superior than yours. No, I like all types of music from mainstream to underground and I believe everyone has a right to be passionate about how they feel about the art.

I won't knock people for what they believe in but what I do have issues with are people who claim that an artist who is so pure and has raw talent when they are unsigned and underground no longer have that talent when they cross over to the main stream. How does one lose that talent just because more people are tuning in? Does the "art" suffer because it is now accessible to a wider audience and therefore caters to far less understanding of what talent it? Are you saying that once you cross over you have to sacrifice truth and dumb your talents down so others can relate?

maybe.

I can understand that point of view but what I can't understand is how you turn your back on the artist you have supported while they were "starving." As any fan I'd imagine you would want the best for whoever you are idolizing no matter how far it takes them. And as fans we need to be honest to ourselves as well. Music is personal. I don't care how you slice it. One line, one rip chord, one bridge that carries over and takes you to that next level you can't help but feel intoxicated with it. Or perhaps it's the lyrical combination of words that says "I get you" and "this song is about me." Music has the ability to tug at our hearts and is a form of art that can take you really high or really low.

Perhaps we just feel too personally vested in artists when they are unknown because we feel we knew them before the fame. We were there struggling with them. And after going to all the bars, and local town band battles, open mics, and street parties you realize they are the same as you. You can relate. But the minute they sign...all of a sudden things change. And now the secret talent you always knew is exposed and no longer a secret. The everyday common man/woman you related to is now a superstar and you can't relate.

Whatever the cause, and whatever the reason, don't abandon your fan membership just because they crossed over to the dark side. Because at the end of the day...if it wasn't for people like you...they? Wouldn't have made it. So enjoy the ride!

[Side bar: As a Hip Hop Head...I'm really tired of people saying "{insert rappers name} is REAL hip hop"...What is REAL and what is not REAL is all subjective. Maybe you should look up your history on hip hop and realize that the essence of hip hop was driven out of cultural and rebellion towards the norm. For one to claim so and so is REAL hip hop should know that Hip Hop is DIVERSE. Quit trying to hate on other people's love of their HIP HOP!]

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

RyE On What Fuels You?

I admit I like people who walk around with a chip on their shoulder. Right, wrong, or indifferent on what that chip is I appreciate what it brings out of that individual. Most of my life I've been told that very phrase. And most often I would deny it. As I get older and reflect back on the things that fueled me it has become almost obnoxiously clear that I did in fact walk around with a big ass chip.

I can't say I had a bad childhood. I was never denied anything. I never felt that I ever had to struggle for money or food. I lived a really well rounded childhood. Now where this chip came from I don't know. Napoleon complex? Maybe. I was the shortest boy in my class and had to deal with stupid medical issues that made everyone around me baby me and treat me "with care."

As I got older it moved to doubting what  he can accomplish. Always being surrounded by my older cousins I always had someone watching my back. Nothing I ever did was fully mine. All my accomplishments and friendships I made seemed to be driven on the fact I had a family lineage of popularity and success before me.  And lucky me...I must have just gotten some left overs.

Each stage of my life I've felt the need to prove myself in one facet or another. When I first started my career this supposed chip was so big I walked into my first job out of college like I own this place. Almost as if the job was beneath me. I moved up  quickly and moved onto the next phase of my career. And building my reputation and name all over again was a new challenge with new obstacles.

I look back on all these particular times of my life and I sit and reflect on where it has gotten me today. And I can say with a clear and unbiased mind that for everyone who ever doubted me, anyone who ever thought I wasn't good enough, and anyone who ever thought that I was nothing more than a hot shot kid on the come up: I hate you all. I took that ball of hatred and channeled it as fuel to my success. Every stumble and every fall I took I know put smiles on your faces. It only made me want to get up that much quicker and hit you back that much harder.

See when I say I hate you I'm not sugarcoating this like "ooooh I hate you man!" Nah I legit have this evil resentful hatred towards everyone who couldn't see me for the man I am. Judge me? Tell me I don't measure up? Too blinded to see what I have to offer? Doubt that I can ever be a man, who is successful in this world, on his own two feet? To hell with all of you.






 
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