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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

Jesus Turns 100

So in between loading up the printers at my job with paper and praying that I don’t get attacked by a zombie crackhead when I go home one faceless April day, I received an email from one of my esteemed overlords searching for writers for this fledgling section they’re creating on this section of the Internets. Needless to say, I replied back, and the rest, as you can say, is history.

Throughout the bigoted rants, racist banter, homophobic jibba jabba, snide comments and overall fucked-up shit I’ve spewed here, I’ve reached a plateau I thought I’d never attain, what with me assuming I’d get bored with writing (again), or I’d get cut loose for saying everything short of “Fuck Buddha!” in my posts. But here I am, a hundred blogs deep, and I’ve not gotten tired of this shit yet.

The main reason I’ve continued to write even during the most strenuous of times is due to the inspiration I derive from my fellow torchbearers here. So, to celebrate this particular occasion, I’d like to run down a shorthand list of said muses.

Andreas’ willingness to take a(nother) chance on me. Most of you don’t know that I started my journalism career here back in late 2004. Unfortunately, thanks to a combination of the pressures of entertainment politics (having to write shit to appease your advertising bottom line will fuck with your conscience) and the fact I’d been through six shitty jobs in eight months, I shut down and didn’t pick up a pen for two years. Oddly enough, despite the fact I hadn’t written anything in so long, I still received opportunities. Starting over from scratch is a tough road, but at least one person was dumb enough to stick with me for so long. And who knows: if it weren’t for Dre recharging the battery in my back, I probably wouldn't revel in the negative attention I receive in that little section below this shit.

J-23's infamous Reginald Dennis interview. The tipping point of DX. After reading this exposé, I made it a personal mission to shake J’s hand for this shit whenever I got the chance, and I was fortunate enough to do so three weeks ago at Rock The Bells.

Brillyance’s blunt honesty. In my opinion, this is the best columnist on this site. Mixing a philosophical sense on life with hip-hop ideals, Brills has the makings to be one of the best hip-hop writers today. Where the fuck are those Friday unheard artist posts, though?

Shake’s never-ending knowledge of music. If you think you know a lot about music, you’ve obviously never met the walking Wikipedia that is Shake. In the two days we hung out, he put me on to so many sounds that I actually felt like an idiot for not knowing them. Not to mention, duke has one of the flyest chicks in the game wearing his chain.

aliya's lesbian relationship with hip-hop. Honestly, if you haven’t read this piece, take two of deez and go play in traffic. It’s nice to know that there are women who are as passionate about the craft as their male counterparts. Speaking of which...

The fashion sensibilities of Soopa Starr and A.H.L.O.T. These gear innovators are part of the reason I’m trying to get the fuck out of the land of Chucks and khaki pants. Honestly, Los Angeles needs to step their game up, because a grown-ass man rocking a pair of Dickies and a conk all day hasn’t been dope since Snoop Dogg shot the shit out of his weed carrier 12 years ago and got away with it.

Donwill's Lessondary Radio show. This is basically the only radio show I’ll tune into. If more stations were like this one, we probably would have a lot more smarter, virgin teenagers today. Not to mention, I've been blasting "Ode To Tanya" for the better part of this year regularly.

J. Burnett’s humor. Opinions reminds me so much of me, it was easy to see why we got into it [||] earlier on. Apologies for not being able to help out on your Speaker Mag project, though; when you essentially work two jobs it’s hard to find time for it unfortunately.

William Ketchums’ hustle. While it’s glaringly obvious that Ketchums and I prefer to stay in our respective lanes, I will say that I do respect the man’s drive and grind. Besides, beefing with a co-worker of sorts can never be good for hip-hop in the first place.

If there’s anybody I forgot, know you that you have my props & respect regardless. DX is the past, present and the motherfucking future. Act accordingly.

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I guess I should mention that this is my last post for the next couple days, as I’ll be taking a well-deserved break from reality in New York (oh my God (Danger!)) until Monday (hence, the unusually early post). If anyone out East is interested in getting insulted face-to-face by, building with and/or impregnated by me while I’m there, feel free to hit me on the email addy below my all-seeing eye.

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