WORDS FROM APLE JUICE KID- WORLD
November 21st, 2008 in Uncategorized
Hello world,
This is Stephen aka apple juice kid. checking with steve-o. I have been at a photo shoot all day with Hannibal Matthews, in Atlanta shooting my group, Freebass 808 with suede. I am sitting here on my laptop in the studio, just watched the new keri hilson video on knowxone blog, a friend of mine i check out every once in a while….i guess everyone has their favorite few blogs they go to everyday. Hallway over at illroots brought me into this blog world a few months ago. I really love it. Everything is so instantaneous, especially for people like me who are so impatient. As a producer, my impatience helps my output….it also hurts my perfection….but art is better to me grimey, rough around the edges, where you can just hear the idea, and the amount of polish around the idea is optional, not a neccesity. Been thinking about this a lot, because my computer crashed with a trojan virus a few days ago. I really promise, to never never never try to download music illegally from some random russian site that came up like number 20 on my google blog search for an mp3 I was trying to sample for a Camp Lo song. I will buy from amazon or itunes. I PROMISE. or maybe every once in a while download from a reputable blog…but never a russion site that i can’t understand, except the title of the song.
So…..Back to the shoot. I have been immersed in clothes, sunglasses, and now Halos and Vines. Suede and I have a company, La Universe, and we are helping to put out a great clothing line. Taking product shots now. I am so not a writer….I am a beat maker, producer, drummer. I wish I could speak to everyone reading this. Thank you for listening to my stream of consciousness. Steve-o. you are dope for thinking of this concept. Ideas are so valuable, especially when executed.
Much love to everyone reading this in the blog-world.
Apple Juice.
WORDS FROM ANGELIQUE- 21
November 20th, 2008 in Uncategorized
I just turned 21.
I honestly woke up this morning with the sun in my face and something screaming Wake Up Ang. I want to hear that shit everyday but only to convince me to change my routine. Everyday its two vibrations and a tone, class and work, homework and sleep.(”i got a feeling, its automatic”) In the midst of all that, I am trying to weed out all of the bullshit and see what’s real. But I wonder, if all we have are representations of real what do we have? Real recognize real so why is everybody pretending? I am 21 and yes thats still young but it is never too early to start peeling off the layers of unnecessary. What I find keen to my existence right now is the surrounding individuals who cloud my brain with inspiration. I have the most innovative friends whose imaginations link so well with the unspoken thoughts of my own. That shit warms me. That shit kills me. That shit is real. Sometimes I do question the fact that school might just have been a waste of time because I could be doing something else more exciting but I know that shit will pay off. Just look at Obama.
I just turned 21
And parties are dumb. Same crowd. Its the same wack posing ass niggas who think their sweaty asses have a chance. WTF. Please. I want some excitement. I want to be excited as I was as I sat in the Sunshine theatre in LES and watched this puny Frenchmen walk across a tightrope in between the twin towers. That shit was worth while; to see a ageless face of concentration. It was worthwhile to see the magnetic personalities that inspire, intrigue and provide fuel for our own rebellion. I want to get out of this confined box of mine and walk the tightrope that is not tapered to rules. Forget Rules. Rebellion propels you to self fulfilment. And that dude Philippe did that. And if I want to find some self-fulfillment I gotta get on my wire and perform for the people. Yea I am in school, yea I gotta work, yea I gotta pay rent, but who doesn’t have responsibilities. We choose to be sumerged. I always use “I got to write a paper” as an excuse not to go to this event or that event. But I do sometimes have that time to read up, to get inspired, to go see Man on wire. People, we choose not to be inspired. We confine our selves in cognitive thinking and living through permanent and limiting expectations. Take what you see and make it Inpsiration. Its all in you. And me. And your mom.
So I just turned 21
And I am getting the fuck up and I want you to too.
“If you cant be a leader, follow your heart.”
Love you Mickey!!
done.
Angelique
WORDS FROM QUAN LUV- ………………..
November 20th, 2008 in Uncategorized
I sit back and think about a lot of things. Why this world is the way it is. Why fam can’t get a decent job. Why are so many souls lost? Why can’t niggas support niggas? Unfortunately a lot of people today front like they about the ’cause but don’t step up to the plate when times get ruff. They’re more worried about who’s fly, who’s this…, who’s that. Then they get mad when they see their family get’n locked up, made fun of or killed. Why you mad nigga? Where were you when petey got shot? Oh that’s right, cop’n them new kicks. Where were you when Jasmine was get’n beat by some next nigga? Oh yea, you was at the club. Where’s the unity? It’s in the money I guess.. ’cause that’s the only time niggas wana get together. They’ll be first people online when kicks drop but can’t show up to a community meeting to discuss problems in the hood. Damn kid … Niggas is lost, Niggas is jealous, Niggas is hate’n…. on themselves! Look around you nigga, all you got is you. Your people. Your family, Your hood. But niggas don’t want that. They want the flashing lights, the fame, the fortune. Well guess what nigga. As long as “Money is on yo mind’ that’s all you gona be… A Nigga. Now niggas wana get tight when they see another nigga trying to do good for other niggas. Why you tight my nigga? Cuz i’m not get’n it pop’n on the corner? Cuz i got tired of seeing family cracked out? Nah son, well i’m good. I just read a book that made my day… yea nigga, i snuck to the library while niggas was rob’n chino. And I found out something about myself, I aslo found something out about you. But you don’t wana hear dat… nah…but it’s all good ’cause get what? I’m no longer a nigga. I’m a king .. yea i know i may not look like it. i don’t got the fancy jewels, I don’t got the lavish life, heck I’m still rock’n the same kicks since last year but guess what nigga….. you a king too! and untill you step up to the plate and realize that, all you gona be is a nigga. “cause that’s all we know each other as… Niggas. … so my nigga are you ready? nah scratch dat.. my King… I know you ready.
Quan Luv
WORDS FROM JESSE BOYKINS III- TAKEOVER
November 20th, 2008 in Uncategorized
Jesse Boykins III –The NEW Take Over
The Time is come .. I been saying that all month- shit, all year Reading up on my history, realizing everything happens for a reason and right when its supposed to…
At the same time I’m a firm believer of speaking things into existence, talking yourself up til you can see your words formulate to something physical in your head.. step by step , day by day
I feel like its about that time where passion is coming back into play(getting to maintstream), where hunger is gonna weed out the non sense even weed out music that aint that bad.. I feel like Our
generation is the answer , The answer to a lot of shit, not just music.
Were smarter, and at least where I live in BK all we do is hustle.. NY period really…
History in the making, Timeless Visionaries
Im just glad to be apart of the movement , to be apart of the Present Future Cuz I LOVE Music , fuck a gimmick, and fuck not being Legendary.
Cuz the goal is to TAKE OVER hearts, eyes, ears, and talk One person at a time …..
Jessie Boykins III
WORDS FROM CHASE N. CASHE- ME
November 20th, 2008 in Uncategorized
So I’m my world I’m sitting on a cloud with some Jordan 3 OG’s on my feet having kush for breakfast. Crazy, I know…this type of mental is what actually allows me to keep the little bit of sanity I have left. Also, I use the cloud reference to symbolize I feel the life that I’ve
been blessed to lead ..( and the core individuals in my life that I share this with..) can only be sent from the man above me, GOD. Yesterday I was blessed to get up with the homie Drake, who I’m sure
you all know and if you don’t you’re a lame. He played me some music and above all we got to do some shit talking about this music business as usual. We talked about much we’ve grown in the little time we’ve been in pursuit of this “Dream” we all hold on dearly to. I personally feel like Drake is the next person to be considered the best rapper ever. He’s beyond polished. His demeanor on all his records just sound like he belongs doing this. Drake and Chili Chil will help lead the way back to Easy listening enjoyable songs i.e. Jay-Z, Snoop, Biggie type shit.
As far as life on another note, I’m interested to see what’s going to happen in the good ole U.S. of A. I’ve been watching CNN on some O.D shit because they talk so much money. Every other word is
“Billions”..shit is crazy. I’d like to shout out Barack Obama as well and send him all the prayers of the world. He’s a real G. They’re about to hand over a pile-o-shit economy to him and I feel like he’s
going to handle it all like a Boss should. Inspiring. I’m finished. Surf Club. TheSurfKid.Blogspot.com. I’m like DJ Khaled with the promo.
Chase N. Cashe
WORDS FROM C TO THE JL- RELIEVED
November 20th, 2008 in Uncategorized
So as I am cropping Gatsby Pictures for the homie Pel, Steve-o asks me to do a “Words From”..well right now I am bumping Kanye, its pretty crazy how Kanye can switch up his, I guess you would say rapping capabilities. Overall 808’s and Heartbreaks is a good album, I gave it the full listen and I really like it. In other news, I just wrapped up my Junior year first semester, and it feels GREAT. No more school work until January 21st!
Man time has been flying, it feels like I just started college yesterday, and now I’m almost done about to be graduating. Anyways, the Diamond Supply Co. x In4matoin Gravis travelers bag drops today, so make sure you go cop that!
C to the JL
WORDS FROM MEL- I FEEL FU*KING SICK!
November 20th, 2008 in Uncategorized
I feel fucking sick!
I feel underappreciated by some of these rapper niggas like Wale for example. Yeah, I said WALE from DC. I have been thinking about this since CMJ. Everyone else that I fuck with on the new rapper tip shows me love cept that nigga. Maybe its my big fucking ego but damn nigga have I not hooked you the fuck up with some classic shits? I have taken a few classics for you. I have seen you “rock” like 6 times in NYC. I have introduced myself to you, just to be sure you knew who I was. I even asked you if you knew my site…nigga said “ umm yeah I think I been to is once or twice” Nigga my fucking photo was ya main shit on ya myspace fuck out of here!
So yeah, what really pushed my off from fucking with him was at that shit at CMJ. Dude said what up to everyone and I had to go out my way to say what up to him and he still acted like he didn’t know what was up. So now I am on some fuck that nigga shit. No more pics! I don’t give a fuck if he blows to be the next who ever. Fuck him and from what I have heard…MAD NIGGAS feel the same way about him. I am not gonna blast who HATES him too but just know. Wale is not well liked around the way.
Shouts to Mickey, Cudi, Cool Kids, Asher, Pac Div and anyone else that I have ever taken pics off that has showed the kid some love!
I am really sick too. I have some kinda chest thing going on. So I am writing this from my bed with only 5 hours sleep cause I keep waking up coughing and shit.
Yo I hate it when I am in a building and gotta go way up to the 14th floor and some fat fuck comes in an takes the elevator up one floor. I hate that lazy fat man shit! Fuck out of here with that.
Ok now I feel better.
Peace,
Mel
Ps. I want a shirt Steve!!
Mel From Village Slum
WORDS FROM RYAN- OBAMA!
November 20th, 2008 in Uncategorized
Just under 3 weeks ago we saw the 1st black man elected president of the U.S. during one of the worst time period’s in American history. THIS IS OUR TIME! We’ve made one giant step forward in the history books. Let us ALL continue President Obama’s trend and think over and beyond because ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.
Ryan From L.R.G
WORDS FROM TAUREAN- NONE LIKE US
November 20th, 2008 in Uncategorized
Who we are, are not like them. They see what we predicted. They call us ahead of our time when we are neither late nor early. Motherfuckers we are right on schedule. Don’t question me, appreciate me. I don’t even need you to understand me. Dogs still can’t speak english. And don’t get offended we are all animals. Some of us just choose not to accept it. Life is real whether you choose to live it or not. This morning I wore what I felt and didn’t see anybody who looked like me all day. You do the math. There is no square root to this equation. Nigga do I look like a product to you? I’m more like the subject, and I climax everyday. Did I mention I was celibate? I gave up fucking the world a long time ago. Now we just live together. Agreeing to disagree. Your dance space, my dance space. I had a few more examples, but I think you get the picture.
So don’t like me, she does and that’s cool. Niggas aint like me since we started switching classes. That was my first experience with niggas and periods. Years later I’m immune to old dumb shit. Plus I met niggas like me, and they had girlfriends who liked them, so now it’s all crew love with cool motherfuckers not like you…..
Taurean
WORDS FROM PRECIZE- VERDERY
November 18th, 2008 in Uncategorized
Life is a rollercoaster right now, and I hate fast Rides!
Just 2 weeks ago I was suppouse to get a placement on Britneys album, Fucking politics. Just last week I was eating Pascodas in the Village now a meal a day is a 3$ sandwhich at the Bodega…fucking Rent. Just last week I was in the studio everyday working god knows on how many projects, and now no ones budget is moving, fucking final quarter. Just last week no one was using auto tune and singing, Fucking T pain. But I could live with all that. However just last week Veredrey came over showed me her Portfolios of Swimsuit designs she was getting ready to make. She brought over food from her fav trinidad restaraunt in queens..see she was trini, and beautiful at that and so caring. We spoke for hours about her ambitions, personal drama, amongst other things and her goals in the next year. she had broken down everything month by month on paper of what she wanted to acomplish. See, the last time I saw I told her I did the same a few years ago and now she had done it, but with better hand writting and neat lines and alot more detailed. It was overwhelming to see how observant she always was.. She always use to ask me, “why do you hang with me, when ur 22 and have ur career set for and I’m still 18 tryna figure it out?” I would always forget age, but there was something about her that inspired me. You should see it! she had these eyes that drew you in but kept you wondering. That day on my way back to the city we rode the train together, She was telliing me about how much she looked up to me and her personal feelings towards me, I refused to really entertain that..she was young and I wasn’t in any position for that. But, none the less I had lots of love for the girl. We spoke about it, she gave me this face that till this day I still picture over and over.. I told her to call me when she got home, and left the train. That was the last time I saw her. Just a week ago I was getting texts from her telling me how she was in the hospital because of breathing problems she was having. I was busy that week and I wanted to check up on her but didn’t find the time. I would call her phone again and again friday, and her phone was dissconected, “word??” That night I get a text from Saint…..smh. She passed away Wednesday, from heart complications. Why though??!?! Why Her?!? Why Now?!?! She was so young, and smart!! She could of litterally changed the world!!! I was going to get her a intership this week! We were suppose to grab lunch on friday!!
I found out when I was upstate at a session. On my way back in that 2 hour ride in that cold car I was listening to Coldplay and tears took over my beauty marks, pain took over my Veins, goosebumps took over my skin, sweat took over my fingertips. Her face took over the moon… I can’t explain it, I’ve lost a lot in life but this one was a lil’ diffrent. Sometimes I still catch myself trying to text her and realize there’s no one on the other side. Do you know how that feels?!! I never got to say bye, and really tell her how special she is, how she was bigger then what she thought she was. How I looked up to her. That next day I called my mom who I didn’t talk to in weeks and just cried for like 5 mins and let her I know I loved her no matter what. I wanna take the time and tell everyone I know, I maybe act like a asshole, cuz that’s the cool thing to be now.. but like seriouslly.. If you are close to me then I appreciate you and am here not matter what. Saint, steve, Mick Kwa, Shyvonne, nak.. U already know you guys are my family I fuckin love yall, and would give my life for yours.. dead ass. From here on out, my outlook is a bit diffrent. I spent the last 3 days in therapy… same sweat pants and hoody, same room, same fucked up sliding door, cold wood floors, same person next door knocking on my wall cuz my music is too loud. Excuse me if I haven’t picked up the phone or anything, I’ve just dealing with things the best way I deal with all emotions, thru creating art. See some of yall call these beats!! Some of yall may think I put a kick and a snare together and some cool lil chords over it!! Nah homey!! This shit is art to me!! Theses sounds are colors, those words are figures. These Songs are Paintings!! Not shit like Rocking N Rolling and Supras, but my real shit. My precize shit! I’ve litterally locked myself in my room and made about 7 of the best tracks I’ve ever made. 3 that I gave to Mickey, he’ll tell u. I’m on a whole new level now. I guess Verdrey is still talking to me, helping me..Verdery, baby, I can’t wait to finish that convo we started on the train when I see you again. Just last week I thought that beat was enough, Just last week I was uninspired, Just last week I forgot what it means to breathe, hear, see and live. Now the next song isn’t enough! Now my life means more then it ever has….Verdery.
PRECIZE