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Don't Sweat The Technique...

Bah Humbug.

December 24, 2007 | Tags: none

i must admit. I'm depressed.

Me, my boyfriend and our son moved to vegas from the east coast over the summer and I dont think it's hit me until just now. I just went home last month for a funeral, so I couldnt do the cross-country trip again a few weeks later. Now, While all my brothers and other family members are coming together, exchanging gifts and making memories, I'm way the hell out here. alone :(

I never really realized how much having family around for the holidays is untill now. I never thought twice about it while I was sitting infront of my parents fireplace opening gifts. Hell, even though I'm loving the 60degree weather in vegas, I even kinda miss the holiday snow.

But, as always I must find a silver lining and be happy for the things I DO have....my health, my son (who will be celebrating his very 1st Christmas!), my loving boyfriend....even you guys who read my blogs. Ofcourse HUGE shout out to Andreas and Jake for being the best damn editors EVER. They really make this place what it is: A second home for all of us music lovers.

So I just wanted to take a second and tell everyone how much I appreciate them....the writers who keep banging out the great interviews (Melanie, William, Kevin...etc)...the bloggers who keep me entertained with thought-provoking material, silly youtube clips, and heated debates (amanda, meka, Brill, Burnett etc).... the tech ppl that keep us spam free from the internet thug-terrorists, Shake for always being onpoint with the graphics, Lexx for holding down the DX myspace page and so much more, and ofcourse the readers, i appreciate you all...even the ones who talk shit. If I didnt piss off at least some of you than I wouldnt be any good at what I do.

So tomorrow, while you are all with friends and family, be sure to appreciate everyone thats around you...cuz we never seem to appreciate what we got till its gone.

Happy holidays fam. be safe and take care :)

have a funky funky christmas (c) NKOTB

OH! and PS. Big happy bday shoutout to my boy Skyzoo!

The views and opinions expressed in this blog are those of the writer and not necessarily those of HipHopDX.com or Cheri Media Group.

READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!

December 19, 2007 | Tags: none

Before I start this...wtf is up with blogs these days? Why cant anyone bang out 200 comments anymore? Even Meka hasn't had a high comment post in quite some time. Its like how in the music industry everyone is downloading and no one is buying....in blogs, people are still reading but no one comments...wtf?

Anyway....

Guess who's Bizzack?

Yes, it's lil ol me, The First Lady of DX (and you kno that's with no disrespect to my wonderfully talented homegirls on this site...I only playfully call myself that cuz, well, I was here 1st lol). In either case, I'm back from my hiatus after the death of my grandfather(R.I.P Daddy Ira) and feeling a whole lot better. Big shout out to all of those who wished me well during my period of mourning.

Lots has happened since I last reached out to you guys, namely, I think I've given up on large concerts/ music festivals. Let me explain. This past summer I was at the San Fran Rock The Bells with the rest of the DX Crew, hawking Mixtapes and T-shirts. The vibe was cool and it was great putting faces to names, but the REAL reason I was there was for the music...which could barely be heard or seen. The crowds were so massive that it was damn near impossible to see the stage. And if Im gonna look at the big screen monitor the whole time then I might as well watch video clips on YouTube. Ontop of that,The 3 stages were way too close together, creating a clusterfuck of sounds that was more of a headache than anything else. The only way the sound was clear was if you were deep inside of the crowd which posed yet another problem: funk. Not the type of old school Bar-Kays funk that has you bobbin your head and makin faces like someone just farted...I mean REAL funk.Because someone actually DID just fart. Sweaty, funky, crotch-rot stanky people. Not a good look. Plus, the drinks were crazy overpriced.

So me and my girl (shout out to Dohee) found a bar directly across the street behind the main stage and camped out there for awhile: decent priced drinks, considerably less funky folks, and an outside veranda from which I could clearly still hear the music from main stage. Word. But if I wanted to listen, and not watch, I coulda popped in a CD/tape/ MP3....So for that reason, despite the dope line-up, I wasn't really feelin RTB.

I apparently am no longer Hip Hop. I'll say it before Meka does lol.

So fast fwd to a few weeks ago when me and my girl Dohee meet up again for another music festival, this time on my home turf (vegas) , not hers (san fran). We show up to Vegoose (which also had a dope lineup may I add: Public Enemy, Cypress Hill, Theivery Corporation, Muse, Daft Punk and a whole bunch of others) ready for the entertainment. The festival was in a large barren desert field, so space wasn't a problem, the 3 stages were well spaced and sounds thankfully didn't mingle. But in order to really SEE the band playing, you still had to endure the funk of forty-thousand years © Michael Jackson's Thriller. Has no one heard of basic personal hygene? Right Guard? Soap?

Let me break-down some science real quick. Contrary to popular belief, sweat does NOT smell. However, when sweat comes into contact with large amounts of bacteria on ones' body, it results in a foul odor. Everyone's body has at least some minute level of bacteria on there body (its natural) Therefore, shower + deodorant= little/ no funk.

But moving on...

we decided to push and shove our way through the thousands of smelly, drunk concert goers to be only a few yards from Daft Punk. The show was dope, I cant even front. It was actually almost worth the fact that a large hairy man next to me took off his shirt mid-concert and began to thrash back and forth, his gut swaying like a pendulum until it finally brush against my cheek leaving a slimy residue. Almost. But all in all, I had a good time.

But then it happened.

The one thing that set me over the edge and made me vow to never go to a large concert ever again in life.

Daft finished their set and We were slowly filing out to the front entrance. The crowd was still thick as hell, but at least I could feel the nighttime air whisking away the foul smelling odors that suffocated me in the crowd. Out of my peripheral vision I saw him. It was too crowded for me to tell exactly what he looked like, but he looked suspicious and I couldn't tell why. Then he did it. As he quickly walked past me he reached his hand underneath my dress and grabbed a full handful of my ass.

Then he ran like hell.

And I'm was lucky he did or I would have gone to jail for battery that night. I immediately flashed back to a disgusting story of my past that I don't enjoy talking about. Long story made short, at 16 years old I went to a LOX/ Eve/DMX concert that was similarly crowded to the point of suffocation. At said concert, a pervert behind me took out his penis and rubbed it on my back. Go ahead and laugh lol, I've learned to laugh about it as well, but it's an incident that has scarred me for life. So after being defiled for the 2nd time, I've sworn off of large crowded concerts. Call me old, but When concerts are filled with perverts ,smelly crowds and poor sound quality, they just aren't worth it to me anymore.