In the age of Web 2.0, no one is safe from a possible exposure. It's hard to not be the next contestant on that Macbook screen. Just ask Rawse.
Which is why this new website, CriminalSearches.com, is perfect for any hip hop blogger. You can go from RSS flunkie to The Smoking Gun overnight! Found it reading the Sunday NY Times. I decided to "expose" some of my favorite gangster rappers, bloggers, high school classmates, ex-girlfriends, etc with the help of this site and Wikipedia.
I started with a search on myself: Randall Medford Result: Nothing. My street cred is in the shitter
Absolutely nothing. Just because your favorite rapper didn't go to jail, doesn't mean his music is suddenly wack or not real. The only reason people get on Rick Ross is because he won't admit it. It's making rap not fun anymore. In the words of the late Heath Ledger, why so serious?
I love bucket hats. Searched 5th Avenue today for 45 minutes looking for one. Armani Exchange had this crazy navy and red joint. I'm going to start the worlds greatest bucket hat collection. You feel like the man in a bucket. 84 LL-ish. Cambodian breast milk with a robe and shades-ish.
Might start a bucket company. Or a store that sells sneakers and buckets. Call it Kick The Buckets. Doesn't take much to make me happy. And it all revolves around the bucket. My sneakers don't match my clothes today. And that's ok. Because I have on a bucket.
Scouted talent in Atlantic City last night. Very talented group and singer. Then went to Harrah's Casino by The Pool. But that drive back to the city killed me. Then 5 meetings back to back. Bunch of deadlines due Friday. Now I'm typing during a meeting in Starbucks (hey!) on Broadway and Bond. Couple events to spot by tonight. Stupid tired. Everything's still ok though. Because I have on a bucket.
Sadia's death was depressing. For days this blog was the only news outlet that reported her violent death. I don't know why. Sadia was such a great person. But they rather write about Michelle Obama on The View. I didn't even want to blog because everything else seemed trivial. Bucket won't make this better.
-I went the last 3 days laptopless. Hence the email blogs. Left my laptop (and everything else) in Queens. But luckily I got everything back. I'm convinced the 3rd luckiest guy alive is me: behind Derek Jeter and the guy who founded American Apparel -God doesn't want me to get a haircut. Neither does my mother (thinks I look like my Dad). The barber takes one look at me and suddenly has four people ahead. It's kind of annoying to comb the 1970s Porn Star afro in the morning. But it's having a unforeseen side effect: the women love it! Especially the frizzy-haired-corraine-bailey-rae-don't-call-me-a-chick chicks. Gimmie another 3 weeks and I'll be bloggin about Zoe Kravitz dates. 6 months and I'll be asking where's my Erykah Badu at -5 Places To Go If U Ever Wanted To Bump Into/Kill Me: The Coffee Shop, Vinnie's Styles, Bar 89, Kips Bay and Starbucks -"Brand Manager". What exactly does that mean? My friend Keith White (Wynter Gordon's Manager) has a company called Brand Management, so obviously he understands the importance of the role. It came to my attention reading The House Burner's Forbes Magazine article. He had a guy there who seemed to be more important than Chris Lightly. I'm going to create that role for The Firm -"They keep telling me to speak about the Celtics/Matter fact I aint gonna speak about the Celtics/Never in my life could I have imagined this/Kevin Garnett's choker ass might win a championship" -At this point in the blog, I'm intoxicated beyond the New York State limit -My waitress doesn't like me and I'm not to fond of her either. This beef started two weeks ago when it took 45 minutes to sit me. Then I ordered food at the bar and tried to ask me to get up for someone else. See I got a bad character trait: I always think someone's trying to play me. Especially passive aggressive service people. They obviously can't outwardly say what they feel but it reflects in the service. Last night at the coffee shop the waitress tried to play us. Very rude, purposely forgetful etc. But because it was after 3am, she gets a guaranteed 17.5% gratuity. Luckily assholeness (pause) is still optional, so I wrote "bitch" next to where it marked "tip".
Name: Sickamore Home: Broooooooooklyn, New York, United States About Me: 23 Year Old Talent Manager + Ageist. Runs ThankGodImFamous, GoOldHead and The Famous Firm. Overall sarcastic yet nice guy See my complete profile
