Greetings Hip Hop! I am fresh off an overnight shift and I commend you all for bringing this discussion to the face of internet bookings!
With that appreciative greeting, I shall "go in".... See More
First of all, these young black men work hard and put themselves out there for you to see analyze and enjoy! Lil Wayne works like a slave, literally! Soulja Boy is a great entertainer...In my eyes no different from Sammy Davis Jr! And Gucci Mane didn't even want to collaborate with all the people he has in the past calendar year! His aunt suggested he try it while he was in jail! He enjoys having people around him that give him a fresh perspective. These rappers, also known as black men and survivors of some of the most harsh oppression known to man, are imperfect and their good is not what sells! That's the business! Literally! I am not defending their 'wrongs'. I am simply stating the facts of history from the time of colonialism, racialism and imperialism up to this very point! (Aint' shit changed but the face of the president and he ain't even the first black president)
Now, on to Hip Hop!
I disagree that music is an aspect. Clearly defined, an aspect is: 1) a characteristic to be considered
2) view: the visual perception of a region; "the most desirable feature of the park are the beautiful views" and/or "the most desirable feature of music are the beautiful lyrics"
3) the beginning or duration or completion or repetition of the action of a verb
4) expression: the feelings expressed on a person's face; "a sad expression"; "a look of triumph"; "an angry face"
Historically and factually, hip hop is just an aspect or sub category of music! (a sub-culture-as it is so modernly called)
Now here is my opinion, and I believe it to be neither right or wrong, but just an opinion. And remember, the only reason that I am stating my opinion is because Nick posted this discussion on my wall, therefore making it obvious that he preferred I engage.
There are many forms of music and from those many forms of music birthed hip hop! Hip hop came at a time when drugs were hitting urban America hard! These drugs were a element of control of urban neighborhoods in America and it's goal, i think all of you would agree, has been defined and met, successfully, we all regret. But this is the harsh reality. This also happens to be just around the time when I was conceived. My father was then an Army photographer and seldom heroin user. It ain't my fault, but it is my responsibility. I call this knowledge of self.
Origionially, Hip Hop was for us to stop fighting each other and use art to heal and help. That's why the Rock Steady Crew Battled other b-boy and b-girl groups. This is why the fashion trends did what they did! We are a naturally peaceful, tribal and loving people, but our pre-planned and corrupt capitalistically constructed environments only hindered us! Why do you thing the NYC projects are constructed taller than some skyscrapers!?????? It didn't totally 86 the potential violence but it curbed it and gave those (us) kids "something else" to do. Hip Hop told you (us) what was going on in Urban America. It taught us HOW TO THINK and not WHAT TO THINK! And you tell me who was the last great Urban Leader to pass away before the Regan Era of drugs and excessive war and guns made such a staunch arrival? Dr. King! And he was still trying to tell us about Vietnam. So from 68-about 73 or 74...there was foolishness, and long after this! And it's funny that the term hip hop was coined because Cowboy was making fun of one of his friends for joining the army. He was imitating the cadence of the soldiers!
To make a long story short, the purest form of Hip Hop went from "Underground" Uptown Manhattan in the Bronx, to highly commericalized Downtown Manhattan into the night clubs and roller rinks and was then packaged and sold all around the world; at a considerably high return.
This is when you had the separation of of powers. And who do you think was more powerful and influential? Duh!!!! We (Urban American Circa 73-83 and upward were not business savvy! We were poor and down-trodded and had been that way for some time!--HUNDREDS OF YEARS..... We just wanted to express ourselves and the Russ and Rick gave us the chance with Def Jam. Some how things went "awry", Hip Hop alledgedly died and now those who call themselves true "hip hop heads" proceed to throw stones at these multimillionaires who understand the business that was created hundreds of years ago.
Now if you truly understand music you can understand hip hop. If you understand being broke poor and hungry; by force--- you can understand hip hop. But if you lived in Middle America all of your life and have only listened to the greats rather than be around them and understand where they come from, you may be a little offended, and slightly skewed in your perspective.
I did a track called "Face the Music" for a reason.
www.myspace.com/mrstevefox
Maybe Hip Hop "died" so they could show us how to understand how to live again, truly!!? It never lost it's roots , it just weathered a very violent 25-30 year storm.....And it had been without a weatherman for while SSDD! (Props to DreamCatcher!)
Now, Can you now SEE WHAT I'M SAYIN?
With the warmest centuries-old Hip Hop regards,
Steven Fox
Writer/Poet/Author/MC
SWIS/Art and Soul Magazine
stevefoxnyc@gblogspot.com
stevedfox@gmail.com
12.03.2009
11.29.2009
SteveFoxNYC: Feeling Fine
Right now, I feel right cuz I'm aware of all of my wrongs,
Everything I feel, I just jot it all in the poems,
I'm a fan of it, at the same time I'll open a can of it,
Some of the cats ain't talking substance, they should be banned from it.
I feel important, cuz my perspective is respectable, I feel...
I love hard so disrespect I won't feel,
I don't chose to, vote that in, I veto that ill,
Relax then chill, what am I suppose to say?
Most times, I don't say what I'm suppose to say,
And for that my past chick said my tact was off,
I work and smart, deactivate the slack button,
This is the beginning of the end, I ain't never ever lacked nothing.
Ain't nobody of significance died since Pac.
And nowadays these rapper have the never to become self-compared to Pac?
Ok, your mind advances but your actions wont.
Cuz you won't let them, you need to choose a new selection.
I be so appalled like Kanye,
Put in work for 8 hours and it feels like a long day.
I'm just an instrument listening to what the song say...
I'm just a journalist, please list to what the poem say.
They say if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere.
To me, making it here is like making it anywhere.
That might be slightly naive and I could be off kilter,
But I believe what I believe, so that's just my feelings.
My truth, I took my heart off of my sleeve and put it back in my chest.
I worked hard writing bars for this chick, but I ain't prove myself,
So, she ain't paid me yet although, I was just doing exactly what I was called fo'
And although some of these rappers don't wanna accept it,
You can't mimic the greats with a flow and a necklace,
You could be left neckless with no need for a head,
Cuz if your heart ain't in it, you can never see past the bread,
And water, that's all that's needed to sustain in this day and age,
I ask questions so my soul doesn't end up in a cage and my pen up in a rage,
My anger becomes vibrations and my ex-chick is ridiculous for damaging my tools,
So with success, I plan to damage the fools,
You snooze you lose and I know cuz I been sleep often.
That's the only way I can speak on it.
Cuz through my experiences, I have embraced it all and there is nothing I'll keep from it.
I'm a writer slash poet slash mc slash rapper.
That's 1/4 thinker, 1/4 lover, 1/4 history and 1/4 backwards....
I read often cuz that's how I learn how to speak,
And I'm happy often cuz that's how I learned how to weep.
The reapers off me, So I'ma leave when God calls for me.
I treat the illusion of the devil like the wrong part of me,
Embrace it, face it...sit it down and talk to it...
Tell it what to do and then force it to walk thru it.
This is the road less traveled, I let my mind unravel cuz I don't want to be stuck in my skull.
That's like the peanuts stuck in the hull...
Having a bitter taste and make the face wrinkle..
Making the mouth spit....
More gifts than Kris Kringle...
More spliff than Mr. Carter, I'm more dope than heroin.
I get headaches, I think them away, no excederin.
A Memphis Renassiance, through the line like D. McFadden,
With a pen I'm Aladdin magic,
With a slice of Idi Amin madness, I grew up tragic...
But I ain't dead yet, I'm just startin to live, gettin revvved up,
And even ran yet.
So you can bet you're life on my art.
Priceless is the art...I do it to save lives.
Yours and mine....
Now I rewind back to the time...
When I wrote what I feel,
Now I feel just fine!
Everything I feel, I just jot it all in the poems,
I'm a fan of it, at the same time I'll open a can of it,
Some of the cats ain't talking substance, they should be banned from it.
I feel important, cuz my perspective is respectable, I feel...
I love hard so disrespect I won't feel,
I don't chose to, vote that in, I veto that ill,
Relax then chill, what am I suppose to say?
Most times, I don't say what I'm suppose to say,
And for that my past chick said my tact was off,
I work and smart, deactivate the slack button,
This is the beginning of the end, I ain't never ever lacked nothing.
Ain't nobody of significance died since Pac.
And nowadays these rapper have the never to become self-compared to Pac?
Ok, your mind advances but your actions wont.
Cuz you won't let them, you need to choose a new selection.
I be so appalled like Kanye,
Put in work for 8 hours and it feels like a long day.
I'm just an instrument listening to what the song say...
I'm just a journalist, please list to what the poem say.
They say if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere.
To me, making it here is like making it anywhere.
That might be slightly naive and I could be off kilter,
But I believe what I believe, so that's just my feelings.
My truth, I took my heart off of my sleeve and put it back in my chest.
I worked hard writing bars for this chick, but I ain't prove myself,
So, she ain't paid me yet although, I was just doing exactly what I was called fo'
And although some of these rappers don't wanna accept it,
You can't mimic the greats with a flow and a necklace,
You could be left neckless with no need for a head,
Cuz if your heart ain't in it, you can never see past the bread,
And water, that's all that's needed to sustain in this day and age,
I ask questions so my soul doesn't end up in a cage and my pen up in a rage,
My anger becomes vibrations and my ex-chick is ridiculous for damaging my tools,
So with success, I plan to damage the fools,
You snooze you lose and I know cuz I been sleep often.
That's the only way I can speak on it.
Cuz through my experiences, I have embraced it all and there is nothing I'll keep from it.
I'm a writer slash poet slash mc slash rapper.
That's 1/4 thinker, 1/4 lover, 1/4 history and 1/4 backwards....
I read often cuz that's how I learn how to speak,
And I'm happy often cuz that's how I learned how to weep.
The reapers off me, So I'ma leave when God calls for me.
I treat the illusion of the devil like the wrong part of me,
Embrace it, face it...sit it down and talk to it...
Tell it what to do and then force it to walk thru it.
This is the road less traveled, I let my mind unravel cuz I don't want to be stuck in my skull.
That's like the peanuts stuck in the hull...
Having a bitter taste and make the face wrinkle..
Making the mouth spit....
More gifts than Kris Kringle...
More spliff than Mr. Carter, I'm more dope than heroin.
I get headaches, I think them away, no excederin.
A Memphis Renassiance, through the line like D. McFadden,
With a pen I'm Aladdin magic,
With a slice of Idi Amin madness, I grew up tragic...
But I ain't dead yet, I'm just startin to live, gettin revvved up,
And even ran yet.
So you can bet you're life on my art.
Priceless is the art...I do it to save lives.
Yours and mine....
Now I rewind back to the time...
When I wrote what I feel,
Now I feel just fine!
11.21.2009
The Greyhound Incident by SteveFoxNYC
These people don't care.
They'll sit there. Dead in their seats.
While I speak with no fear.
No fear when I speak.
With my Black Panthers on,
It feels like everybody is looking.
I am looking "alive" at her.
Looking "dead" at me.
That's your child,
But the upbringing that you are giving her,
Is going to unlock some shifting in her subliminal,
Thought patterns.
Turning her thoughts to her actions.
She doesn't see it though.
When she laid down, intentionally or unintentionally,
She didn't see that either.
Just trying to get a "nut".
Didn't figure that she would be that either.
She should give the kid up to another family's gatherings.
My main question now is,
Where is her father?
Where are her toys so that she doesn't have to have these problems?
Steve Fox NYC : The Journey: Looking But Not Going Back.
Sept. 18, 2009
I've been hopping buses for the last 9 hours. And now I'm stuck on the back row with this Black African eating homemade ham and cheese sandwiches with those little cocktail pickles on the side. As his old scuffed-up, country hands dig into the small plastic bag, I am reminded of this sound from my childhood and at this point in the universe, I am only 27 years of age. This damn-near-fifty-year-old man crunches away relentlessly and annoyingly—totally oblivious to the pain that he is causing me. So I just glance to and from the window, my eyes open, inhaling the Knoxville city lights. He's continuously disgusting. He continues the chip flinging and napkin-wiping. And then…..he bottom-ups the bag as if it is imperative that he cast every crumb into his nasty mouth. Not once on the hunt for the crumbs, but twice. And then he proceeds to moisten that nasty mouth with cranberry-pomegranate juice. He coughs and then sighs with his hunger filled relief and finds his warm spot on my once "me only" occupied back seat.
This is the type of country son of a bitch I used to be around everyday. Now, every day is not the same. He seamlessly fiddles through his pockets. They are riddled with yesterday's receipts, today and tomorrow's Newport cigarettes and next weeks dreams. Its seems as if he is just simply passing time until I finish my writing but I only wish to keep him up as long as I am able. Look at us, the poor souls of bastards. This is what he gets for passing by all of the other empty seats and bringing his charcoal black self to my comfort zone. Although my hand is cramping, I will hold out.
"You or me old fart?" I say to myself
It ain't gonna be me.
Darkness falls just outside my window and all I can see is the reflection of me writing in this notebook, bound for my hometown. I up and decided to go home and handle legal business, invest in real estate and be with my dying uncle. Only God knows how many days either of us have left. My ex-girlfriend was upset over me leaving because she says that I have been inconsistent for some time now. And she even had the nerve to take it personally. I guess that's that thing we all call love. That's ok with me. At least I feel like I'm doing something and now that I am going away from her instead of to her, she feels all the more compelled to try to tell me about myself. Oh well! All of those things are true, relatively. I have to admit that I openly accept them but I do "beg to differ". Those actions, words, deeds, mishaps and other mumbo jumbo are what help me to be who I am and who I wish to be. She's a beautiful person. Maybe one day we will see each other at the altar. But for now, I am a-going to do what I want. Aiming to make myself a millionaire writer, poet, author, non-profit founder and real estate investor over the next 24 months.
This journey that I am embarking on won't be easy or a breeze "per se" But it will be a journey to be documents and forever remembered. Now when I say that I wish to be a millionaire, I simply am planning to have a net worth of 1 million dollars by Sept 19, 2011. That is, land, property, deeds, trusts, businesses and/or investments in, publishing deals, speaking engagements, cds, books, etc) cash, savings, et al. Quaintly stated, a well developed asset column. The plan is to live beneath my means, manage my diabetes very well, invest carefully with savvy, manage efficiently with poise and simplicity and enjoy the art of life; creating moments that transcend time and space.
While others are sleeping, I will sometimes be working reverently on my present goals and situations. My past came before me and with those thoughts resonating here and now, I will build a very secure future. Now if I remember correctly, I have great ideas. Multi-million dollar ideas, but not enough follow through to make them work fully. Well, that was my past! My yesterday of sorts and a very important yesterday that was. Now that I see what the problem was, I can better address it through proper planning, team building, natural and human resource allocation and distribution, proper and effective management and in the end, quality analysis and congratulatory praises. This "rough draft" of a system will guarantee success on every project. Determining what is needed determines who is needed. Determining who is needed then determines when we need them and when we need them determines where we need them. The how is always consistent. POSITIVE, ALERT, RESPONSIBLE, TACTFUL. Thus play our designated parts.
I am fully aware that not everything will go my way and that I must be a proactive-yet-patient owner. I am also aware that I must get to the "right" places and meet the right people. That I must let my product speak for itself and build a network of investors through proper appointment setting and power presentation. I must ask questions because it is from those questions that I will derive an answer. That investor, client or partner must feel as though they are getting something.
As I put all of these philosophies together, I am questioned with the powerful question of "why?" What's my purpose for doing all of this? The drive? The motivation? The only answers that I have are simply ones: Love, Peace, Respect. Wealth for my family and I. My nieces and nephews will have the opportunity to travel, go to any school they want and they will see true family from the actions of one man. I choose not to spoil them, for that is not what is needed but, I wish for them to have options. I want them to be able to see that you can change your environment by being a good person and just by being who you are by taking care of your health, wealth, business and others. I want them to know that you were born a creator, of a creator to a creator and that they can write their own story as long as they know what has happened to them and around them. I do this so that they can experience who they are. So that I may experience who I am. Life is full of choices….I have chosen my course and I'm happy with every choice that I am making.
11.17.2009
Looking Forward Backwards
The first line is sent to communicate to you through the waves.....
Past the minutes, seconds. and hours......
Transcending through the days.....
Making your life easily navigatiable at the same time a maze of,
Bright Flourescent colors...
Of mighty sisters and brothers...
And, making titans out of absentee fathers and mothers.
They might not have loved us from close up, so it was the earth that hugged us...
In desolate situations, elaborate, unorganized organizations.....
We caved them in.....and then paved our own roads.
Recognizing the past and moving forward in the present.....
These words are just bonuses to what you've already considered the lessons...
These are no constitutional laws made to be amended,
With flaws and political faux paus.
On the pavement have been placed so many paws.....
Those worn and bloodied.....
Torn and muddied.....
We have taken and we have given so many buddies, to war-riddled lands....
Done in by human hands....
Sick children..... who drink water the same color as the ground we walk on....
No irrigation systems...
The least we could do is, send engineers to help them.
But we are to busy argueing over unemployment and a better healthcare system.
70% of African is unemployed....
Some, still, are giving into the verbal economic system of calling brown people niggers.....
And calling Spanish individuals wetbacks....
In the midst of more important, yet unnecessary setbacks....
Take a look at who's still getting kickbacks, while they kick back...the rich and the trifling...
My dudes still trying to recover from Hennessy Black Cognac.
While I'm just mounting a move forward, eliminating the thought of a comeback....
Keeping it smoking so that you may catch contact....
Putting you on to the fact that, the past problems we are dealing with in the present....
Are, more or less, a throwback....
The ancestors told me to deliver heavily clever, foxy words....
Into eternity.....so that I may live forever when my family attempts to box me up.....
But these proactive reactions.....just got me on my tippy toes!.....
Looking over mountains...not over my shoulder!
Past the minutes, seconds. and hours......
Transcending through the days.....
Making your life easily navigatiable at the same time a maze of,
Bright Flourescent colors...
Of mighty sisters and brothers...
And, making titans out of absentee fathers and mothers.
They might not have loved us from close up, so it was the earth that hugged us...
In desolate situations, elaborate, unorganized organizations.....
We caved them in.....and then paved our own roads.
Recognizing the past and moving forward in the present.....
These words are just bonuses to what you've already considered the lessons...
These are no constitutional laws made to be amended,
With flaws and political faux paus.
On the pavement have been placed so many paws.....
Those worn and bloodied.....
Torn and muddied.....
We have taken and we have given so many buddies, to war-riddled lands....
Done in by human hands....
Sick children..... who drink water the same color as the ground we walk on....
No irrigation systems...
The least we could do is, send engineers to help them.
But we are to busy argueing over unemployment and a better healthcare system.
70% of African is unemployed....
Some, still, are giving into the verbal economic system of calling brown people niggers.....
And calling Spanish individuals wetbacks....
In the midst of more important, yet unnecessary setbacks....
Take a look at who's still getting kickbacks, while they kick back...the rich and the trifling...
My dudes still trying to recover from Hennessy Black Cognac.
While I'm just mounting a move forward, eliminating the thought of a comeback....
Keeping it smoking so that you may catch contact....
Putting you on to the fact that, the past problems we are dealing with in the present....
Are, more or less, a throwback....
The ancestors told me to deliver heavily clever, foxy words....
Into eternity.....so that I may live forever when my family attempts to box me up.....
But these proactive reactions.....just got me on my tippy toes!.....
Looking over mountains...not over my shoulder!
10.30.2009
PEACE
Peace, isn't a permanent state. It exists in moments. Fleeting. Gone. Before we even knew it was there. We can experience it at anytime. In the strangest act of kindness. A task that requires complete focus. Or simply, the comfort of an old routine. Everyday, we all experience these moments. The trick is to know, when they are happening. So that we can embrace them. Live in them. And finally, let them go. Derek, "Grey's Anatomy" Season 6, Episode 7
10.27.2009
SO MUCH BUT SO LITTLE
So much time but so little to do.
but
Some say or think there is so much to do and so little time.
Like 24 hours isn't enough.
No rush.
Just do what's important and that which sits atop Priority's List.
That which Priority made while chilling on the shady side of the tree...
Wherever I am.
I must have time to be there , so I must have time to be.
Whether it is used constructively or destructively,
Time will always be.
So with that said, we all should always be...who we are...
Time has nothing to do but be....itself.
That great neutrality that human kind needs to make sure that,
They arrive on time instead of with it.
Be on time so they can get it.
And saving time by racing against it.
With the illusion that....
You can beat the clock,
And even if the clock does stop, time keeps on ticking.
Sensationalized drama's karma entices some of us,
Not meant to be clumsy,
But we keep on trippin.
So much time, but so little to do.
but
So much to do, but so little time.
We spend more time talking about solutions instead of trying them.
More time judging people instead of analyzing them.
And...
More time watching t.v. instead of re-writing it.
More time in the passenger seat, just riding out life, instead of driving it.
To the point where it, becomes natural to adapt.
Easy to find similarities....
Thus, much more time to be free.
Case In Point Volume 1:
Maybe if she spent less time letting him get in between...
She could spend less time figuring out welfare papers and more time studying.
Buddying, her mind and heart with different ambitions.
Instead of being in a clinic wondering,
How she is going to be able to provide for the baby's new beginning.
But, she didn't give herself the thing that she already had the most of....
Time.
Case In Point Volume 2:
Maybe if he spent less time serving,
He could spend more time being certain,
that he wouldn't end up dead or jail celled.
Maybe them folks on the block with him would watch him less.
And there wouldn't be a need for him,
Spending more time looking for a vest,
And that banana clip to go with that tech.
But you know,
He never took the time to realize,
that you are suppose to take a pencil instead of a pen,
To Professor Time's "multiple choice test".
All of Us With....
So much to do and so little time,
but
So much time and so little to do.
Copyright 2009 E.C. Publishing.
2:00pm 10.27.2009 B47 Bus
but
Some say or think there is so much to do and so little time.
Like 24 hours isn't enough.
No rush.
Just do what's important and that which sits atop Priority's List.
That which Priority made while chilling on the shady side of the tree...
Wherever I am.
I must have time to be there , so I must have time to be.
Whether it is used constructively or destructively,
Time will always be.
So with that said, we all should always be...who we are...
Time has nothing to do but be....itself.
That great neutrality that human kind needs to make sure that,
They arrive on time instead of with it.
Be on time so they can get it.
And saving time by racing against it.
With the illusion that....
You can beat the clock,
And even if the clock does stop, time keeps on ticking.
Sensationalized drama's karma entices some of us,
Not meant to be clumsy,
But we keep on trippin.
So much time, but so little to do.
but
So much to do, but so little time.
We spend more time talking about solutions instead of trying them.
More time judging people instead of analyzing them.
And...
More time watching t.v. instead of re-writing it.
More time in the passenger seat, just riding out life, instead of driving it.
To the point where it, becomes natural to adapt.
Easy to find similarities....
Thus, much more time to be free.
Case In Point Volume 1:
Maybe if she spent less time letting him get in between...
She could spend less time figuring out welfare papers and more time studying.
Buddying, her mind and heart with different ambitions.
Instead of being in a clinic wondering,
How she is going to be able to provide for the baby's new beginning.
But, she didn't give herself the thing that she already had the most of....
Time.
Case In Point Volume 2:
Maybe if he spent less time serving,
He could spend more time being certain,
that he wouldn't end up dead or jail celled.
Maybe them folks on the block with him would watch him less.
And there wouldn't be a need for him,
Spending more time looking for a vest,
And that banana clip to go with that tech.
But you know,
He never took the time to realize,
that you are suppose to take a pencil instead of a pen,
To Professor Time's "multiple choice test".
All of Us With....
So much to do and so little time,
but
So much time and so little to do.
Copyright 2009 E.C. Publishing.
2:00pm 10.27.2009 B47 Bus
10.24.2009
COLUMBUS CIRCLE ADVENTURES
BEING IN COLUMBUS CIRCLE IS MORE ABOUT THE PRESENT DAY PEOPLE THAN IT IS ABOUT THE HALF-TRUTH WE ALL KNOW ABOUT MR. COLUMBUS. IT IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACE FILLED WITH BEAUTIFUL ART, ARCHITECTURE, CULTURE, TRAFFIC AND SIGHTS AND SOUNDS THAT LOVE SOAKING INTO US LIKE A SPONGE.
ONE THIS SPECIFIC DAY, THERE WAS A "CHILL" IN THE AIR, LITERALLY. I WAS CHILLING AND SO WERE THE PEOPLE IN THE CIRCLE, THE BOOKSTORE AND I EVEN SPOTTED 50 CENT THREE BLOCKS SOUTH ON 56TH AND 5TH AVE WITH THAT BIG ASS SMILE ON HIS FACE.
SO I BRING TO YOU, FOR YOU, MY DISCOVERIES OF THE DAY....STEVEN CHRISOTPHER COLUMBUS FOX STYLE. I'VE EVEN GONE SO FAR TO ADD MY LITTLE TWIST OF COLOR TO THE PHOTOS. ALL OF THEM ARE SYMBOLIC OF HOW I FELT ABOUT WHAT I WAS OBSERVING. ENJOY THE BLOG POSTS, BUT MOST OF ALL, ENJOY YOURSELF. LOVE, PEACE, AND EXPERIENCES.
STEVEN
ONE THIS SPECIFIC DAY, THERE WAS A "CHILL" IN THE AIR, LITERALLY. I WAS CHILLING AND SO WERE THE PEOPLE IN THE CIRCLE, THE BOOKSTORE AND I EVEN SPOTTED 50 CENT THREE BLOCKS SOUTH ON 56TH AND 5TH AVE WITH THAT BIG ASS SMILE ON HIS FACE.
SO I BRING TO YOU, FOR YOU, MY DISCOVERIES OF THE DAY....STEVEN CHRISOTPHER COLUMBUS FOX STYLE. I'VE EVEN GONE SO FAR TO ADD MY LITTLE TWIST OF COLOR TO THE PHOTOS. ALL OF THEM ARE SYMBOLIC OF HOW I FELT ABOUT WHAT I WAS OBSERVING. ENJOY THE BLOG POSTS, BUT MOST OF ALL, ENJOY YOURSELF. LOVE, PEACE, AND EXPERIENCES.
STEVEN
THE "WHIRL" AT THE BASE OF TRUMP INTERNATIONAL-COLUMBUS SQUARE
The globe, of course, is a symbol of internationality and Trump has always recognized that the importance of marketing his typical "luxury" projects internationally.
Thrown on this globe is a little "photoshopping" insinuating the glow that artist add to this "symbol of internationality". Priceless!
"ADAM AND EVE" BY FERNANDO BOTERO
In the lobby of the Time Warner center at Columbus Circle is a pair of statues by artist Fernando Botero, one of world's most popular and sought after contemporary artists. The figures in the photo are represented as rotund forms and exaggerated proportions, a style for which Botero is known. Each statue stands about 20 feet tall, is nude and is cast in bronze - the male is titled “Adam” and female “Eve”.
Born in Colombia in 1932, Botero became interested in painting at a very young age and has produced thousands of paintings; in the 1970s he began producing sculpture. Here is a good set of links on Botero and his work. At first, these statues caught me off guard due to their strategic placement in a public place. But it’s art, what else should one expect! Priceless!!!
7.05.2009
The Uplate Update: The Plush Crib and Roomies and Networking over Zucchini Fries
Hello all! Steve Fox here!!!!! Just wanted to let you know that my idea(s) still will happen! Thus our idea(s) still happening! No worries!!!!!!! Of course, all of you know that I am comfortably located in NYC right now! I thought that I would check in with you all to let you know what's happening in my quest for greatness!!!
Recently, I lost my first job (I have this timeliness thing I just can't seem to break) but fortunately picked up two more! Not without grinding to and from the Bronx Workforce, tieing and untieing ties and that irritable ass sweaty back you get when moving around through humid building and up and down subway station steps while wearing a black backpack. Onwards, I am starting a joint called Jamba Juice on Wednesday and I have to call the other gig to talk to my manager tomorrow morning! (Cosi)
Other than that, the crib (Bushwick Brooklyn) is cool! Both of my roommates are film folks so that's always good and they tend to keep the house clean with the exception of the dishes piling up! But who likes to do the damn dishes anyway!???? I'm pretty much happily surviving on the local bodega's laffy taffy, Ramen Noodles, peanut butter/jelly sandwiches and rice for the time being! It's hard out here, but I've been spending wayyyyy too much money at McDonald's and not enough money on healthy things to cook! Now I have a phone bill that's due by the 7th and not a communication pot to piss in and a window to throw it out of! LOL! It will be take care of though! And I'm pretty sure that my stove doesn't like NOT being used! It's just really bad Feng Shui! LOL! I'll be posting pictures up and so you all can see how things are going and how nice the pad is! It was very well taken care of by the old tenants and they are very much so appreciated! We even left the origional colors up to honor them!
When it comes to networking, I have bumped heads with a few folks on my day to day journeys! Of course there is my main main J.Ivy (www.myspace.com/jivyspace) who I talk to about once a week. He tells me what's poppin' and just keeps me in the loop with him! He's based out of Chicago but I typically just pick his brain and he is a true friend. He actually has invited me to be in on one of his tracks for his new project which will the likes of the great Malik Yusef and an array of others! That's going to be off the chain! I'm really excited about that and I have already written my piece! Twice! Ha! I also met a lovely chick named Sandy Yap at a Blitz the Ambassador video shoot that J. invited me to. She works with a website called fusicology.com. You should check it out! It's nice! She and I had lunch for the first time the other day at this nice spot! The zucchini fries were off the chain! And we had great conversation! Big ups to Sandy!
There are plenty more cats that I will tell you all about but I have to leave a little mystery right!? As you can tell, this has turned into a blog! So I will keep you all posted with words and visuals as the days go along! And now back to our regularly scheduled individual lives!
Recently, I lost my first job (I have this timeliness thing I just can't seem to break) but fortunately picked up two more! Not without grinding to and from the Bronx Workforce, tieing and untieing ties and that irritable ass sweaty back you get when moving around through humid building and up and down subway station steps while wearing a black backpack. Onwards, I am starting a joint called Jamba Juice on Wednesday and I have to call the other gig to talk to my manager tomorrow morning! (Cosi)
Other than that, the crib (Bushwick Brooklyn) is cool! Both of my roommates are film folks so that's always good and they tend to keep the house clean with the exception of the dishes piling up! But who likes to do the damn dishes anyway!???? I'm pretty much happily surviving on the local bodega's laffy taffy, Ramen Noodles, peanut butter/jelly sandwiches and rice for the time being! It's hard out here, but I've been spending wayyyyy too much money at McDonald's and not enough money on healthy things to cook! Now I have a phone bill that's due by the 7th and not a communication pot to piss in and a window to throw it out of! LOL! It will be take care of though! And I'm pretty sure that my stove doesn't like NOT being used! It's just really bad Feng Shui! LOL! I'll be posting pictures up and so you all can see how things are going and how nice the pad is! It was very well taken care of by the old tenants and they are very much so appreciated! We even left the origional colors up to honor them!
When it comes to networking, I have bumped heads with a few folks on my day to day journeys! Of course there is my main main J.Ivy (www.myspace.com/jivyspace) who I talk to about once a week. He tells me what's poppin' and just keeps me in the loop with him! He's based out of Chicago but I typically just pick his brain and he is a true friend. He actually has invited me to be in on one of his tracks for his new project which will the likes of the great Malik Yusef and an array of others! That's going to be off the chain! I'm really excited about that and I have already written my piece! Twice! Ha! I also met a lovely chick named Sandy Yap at a Blitz the Ambassador video shoot that J. invited me to. She works with a website called fusicology.com. You should check it out! It's nice! She and I had lunch for the first time the other day at this nice spot! The zucchini fries were off the chain! And we had great conversation! Big ups to Sandy!
There are plenty more cats that I will tell you all about but I have to leave a little mystery right!? As you can tell, this has turned into a blog! So I will keep you all posted with words and visuals as the days go along! And now back to our regularly scheduled individual lives!
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