Jimbo Slice's "Just a Slice" #2
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Before we get this poppin,’ I watched a rerun of the BET Awards and my thoughts: Kanye ain’t the only player to get robbed and keep all his jewelry. They robbed Lupe Fiasco. Does Jennifer Hudson even have an album out? 50 wasn’t concentrating and did look stupid when he was playin’ it off “tryin’ to see who’s out here,” but still had the last laugh when he said “Vitamin Water everybody, Vitamin Water.” Beyonce’ did her thing, Kelly Rowland has legs longer than Pirates of the Caribbean 3 and Erykah Badu was dope during that Diana “Boss” Ross tribute ( I ain’t know Ms. Ross was married to a white dude(s) and I ain’t know that lil’ light skinted dude from ATL was one of her big-eyed kids). Read on if you wanna know about BC’s very first radio interview.
After days of deciding whether or not BC was going to do an Internet radio interview for Xradio.biz, a budding Internet radio station geared towards independent and underground artists, we came to a decision at the eleventh hour and decided to go through with it. The decision literally was made at the last minute. Our quasi/pseudo/interim manager, Felton, first decided that the interview shouldn’t be done because 1: “Man, it’s all the way in Ontario, (CA. not Can.) off the 60! We ain’t drivin’ all the way out there! 2: You gotta bring $35 as a “donation,” but they won’t let you do it without the $35. That ain’t no donation!” And 3: “I listened to the station, the reception ain’t that good, but y’all can do it if y’all want to.” (He’s a great motivator otherwise)
I get a call Friday night from LeoNardo while he’s at the club mind you: “We’re doin’ the interview, be there by 9:30 a.m.”
So of course we get to the station at 10:30 a.m. They said they were a late because they couldn’t get a hold of Strongman who woke up that morning with drunken stomach from the previous night’s escapade. (Shout out to Strongman for maning up, takin’ a brew poo and puttin’ the monster meats on the I-15)
When we got there it was all good. Felton called the station and told them we were gonna be late and they were cool. The DJ, a contagiously energetic guy from Yonkers, N.Y. named A-Streetz, was the same guy who hosted the event we last performed at. Shout out to A-Streetz! He was cool, conducted the interview well and overall I think the interview went OK, considering we have no media training. They played three of our songs, (Dance Lesson remix, So Lavish and Ahh, Ahh) we paid the $35 “donation” and we were off to Rosarito, Mex. for some fun-filled indigestion. We can’t handle the TJ tacos like we used to(Felton damn near shitted his pants at work while I dropped three deuces Sunday morning) and we find it harder to keep up with the youngsters and their shitty attitudes (Nana and T got close, but close doesn’t cut it … shout out to Lincoln, Neb.) Felton said it best: “I can’t chase ‘em anymore.” That was our weekend in a nutshell. If you wanna hear the interview, go to our myspace page /theblackcotton.
P.S. A moment of silence to our good friend Dee who lost her mother last week to an unexpected heart attack. I cannot fathom what you’re feeling. We’re sorry for your loss.
After days of deciding whether or not BC was going to do an Internet radio interview for Xradio.biz, a budding Internet radio station geared towards independent and underground artists, we came to a decision at the eleventh hour and decided to go through with it. The decision literally was made at the last minute. Our quasi/pseudo/interim manager, Felton, first decided that the interview shouldn’t be done because 1: “Man, it’s all the way in Ontario, (CA. not Can.) off the 60! We ain’t drivin’ all the way out there! 2: You gotta bring $35 as a “donation,” but they won’t let you do it without the $35. That ain’t no donation!” And 3: “I listened to the station, the reception ain’t that good, but y’all can do it if y’all want to.” (He’s a great motivator otherwise)
I get a call Friday night from LeoNardo while he’s at the club mind you: “We’re doin’ the interview, be there by 9:30 a.m.”
So of course we get to the station at 10:30 a.m. They said they were a late because they couldn’t get a hold of Strongman who woke up that morning with drunken stomach from the previous night’s escapade. (Shout out to Strongman for maning up, takin’ a brew poo and puttin’ the monster meats on the I-15)
When we got there it was all good. Felton called the station and told them we were gonna be late and they were cool. The DJ, a contagiously energetic guy from Yonkers, N.Y. named A-Streetz, was the same guy who hosted the event we last performed at. Shout out to A-Streetz! He was cool, conducted the interview well and overall I think the interview went OK, considering we have no media training. They played three of our songs, (Dance Lesson remix, So Lavish and Ahh, Ahh) we paid the $35 “donation” and we were off to Rosarito, Mex. for some fun-filled indigestion. We can’t handle the TJ tacos like we used to(Felton damn near shitted his pants at work while I dropped three deuces Sunday morning) and we find it harder to keep up with the youngsters and their shitty attitudes (Nana and T got close, but close doesn’t cut it … shout out to Lincoln, Neb.) Felton said it best: “I can’t chase ‘em anymore.” That was our weekend in a nutshell. If you wanna hear the interview, go to our myspace page /theblackcotton.
P.S. A moment of silence to our good friend Dee who lost her mother last week to an unexpected heart attack. I cannot fathom what you’re feeling. We’re sorry for your loss.
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