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The Relentless March of Homogenization

I'm not really worried about myself, because being the general music whore (and gadget whore, and vinyl whore, just put me on the track in golden pleather hot pants why don't you), that I am, I will always find the new hot shit. But those kids out in Peoria will never know that they should listen to the Poem-Cees record, unless they get their Napster on. Oops.. neither U.S. District Judge Marilyn Hall Patel nor D's pops are down with that.

I wonder how much MCA paid to get Common those Best Buy ads? God bless the boy. Lemme go get ready to throw objects at the television during the Grammies tonight.

Stylus (AKA Faith No More AKA the Grim Reaper... fugg u poets and your rapier wit)

Stylus - 3:09 PM
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2.16.2001

thoughts:
-rumor has it that dubya just did a remix of 'bombs over baghdad'

-tamia is the latter-day tyler collins

-over the nba all-star weekend, i ate brunch in a room with raphael saddiq, ali shaheed muhammed, bob dole, yancey thigpen and this other non-famous big willy cat i never heard of, but who is supposed to have a real penchant for helping the careers of young brothers- in exchange for fornicatory exploits. (note to self: should i ever become a big willy- do not do that). that's what that whole weekend was about- being in a room full of random m-er f-ers. ps. wassup with dole bein' the mad comedian nowadays? dude worked the room like chris rock had taken control of his body in some bugged-out remake of 'heaven can wait'- which reminds me...

-chris rock flick: no such thang as a part-time movie star- ya either do 'em or ya don't. and few black men do movies with their name listed first in the credits, let alone as 'solo joints', so to speak; plus my man gave up his hbo show. so i shall support pookie in this particular joint so he can get 4-5 more chances to make a joint i really want to see...

-'when i was 17, my daddy was an idiot...' what the hell was i thinking back then? pops drops jewels on the regular- bear witness:

(re: publishers vs. librarians conflict, concerning electronic distribution of literary works. you know, that conflict)
"I had not heard of the issue with librarians. The general issue of ownership of and proper compensation for intellectual property is one of the rages today. In my experience librarians are not giving away copyrighted material. Units like Napster are, and getting away with it, despite the recent ruling against Napster. The "stuff" that my children
[including lovely in-laws] will make and sell for their livelihood this century will likely be intellectual property. It is in your interests, as well as fair, that you be compensated, not copied or "sampled" into poverty for your products."
yeeeeeah buddy- go 'head wit dat nostradamus joint cuzzz...

-pete rock & c.l. smooth. repeat 3x daily.

-though puma and saucony have crept into the program, we still prefer a-dee-dahs here in natty-ville. enyce needs to hook us up with a clothing sponsorship... big ups to t- shellman

-enough already. you take care now. i miss y'all.

easy,

dp

naturalaw-dp - 8:15 PM
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2.14.2001

See, that's that shyt right there. Bammas is fed up! We need more violent uprisings against commercialized pestilence like this, count my endorsement on the strength. Maybe I can stage a mini-riot here in D.C. in solidarity with my hardline indian brethren across the waters. Y'all keep that mushy shyt outta my cipher. FEH!!

(More good news). I shall revel in the pain of others!

Stylus

Stylus - 2:18 PM
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2.12.2001

Even the most adamant among us can experience a turnaround, or at least a subtle (temporary?) recalibration. Being the steadfast anti-jiggy soldier that I am, eternal bemoaner of the vast lengths knee-grows will go to celebrate ignorance in pursuit of the Mighty Bling (my people... my people...(c) Mos Def), I had vowed to avoid all NBA All-Star related festivities this weekend. Once I saw the hoardes of Lincoln Navigator stretch limo's already assembling by Thurs. night, I was through. Of course I did have a blast DJ'ing at State on Friday (a knucka needs a residency for real) but we know that is staunchly anti-jiggy, despite the fabulous ones that gave it a shot after getting discouraged by the high door damage at the big time blowouts. I got some vicarious jiggy grubbing on the good chicken & waffles at Mangoes and watching the spectacle that became of U Street. Of course I stood out like a neutral blue-helmeted UN observer in Bosnia with my well-worn jeans, adidas t-shirt and adidas cap. No fur or gators on this kid. Checking out a vast sea of Comic View audience extra youngins, like WHOA. How many of them were professionals though? Seven bad-ass youngins and one dude in a group? Hmmm.... But I digress. So after perusing the weekend's recaps by my buddy and co-workers, I felt the change brewing within. I was experiencing a feeling of loss, like I missed out. Despite the glittering excess, this was the biggest social weekend of all time for black folks in this city. And despite my gloomy predictions, some stuff was actually affordable. I should have shed my cynicism and partied nihilistically just this once. Darrell did. Maybe he'll give his impressions. Y'all just make sure you're prepared for the sight of a wildin' out DJ Stylus, alcoholic beverage in hand and ass a'shakin' next time something like this goes down. I've learned my lesson the hard way. Now I gotta update the wardrobe.

- Stylus

Stylus - 1:33 PM
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2.1.2001

Peace Y'all - This is the Mad Picasso. Did anyone see how my partners played me out in the recent issue of the G.W. University student newspaper? During an interview with Justin Petrone (which I wasn't present for) they portray me as a twisted genius (okay, like who, Hannibal Lecter? the guy who led the texas seven? Osama Bin Laden?) like....Rain Man!!! By the time they were done, these fools had me staggering around in 20 degree weather reeking of garlic & mumbling hundreds of poems to myself. Well, turnabout is fair play, and as my first post on this marvelous site, I'd just like to post some little known facts about my FRIENDS in the POEM-CEES. Nat Law cries uncontrollably everytime he hears the song "Walter T. Smith" by Ambersunshower, and for those who didn't know, Rhome does it all for the nookie. Turn the letters around in DJay Stylus & you get "ya lusty DJ". Change Deejay Stylus around & you get "just lay dees" or in spanish "ey, ya lust dees" which translated means YOU CAN BOTH GET DEEEEZ!!!!
thank you.

blackpicasso - 10:53 AM
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