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| Before I start this blog please understand that it's not in my nature to
falsely accuse anyone of anything. I like to give a muhfucka the benefit
of the doubt before potentially acting rash. With that also being said,
if all evidence clearly points to someone's guilt and his front teeth
suddenly disappear shortly afterwards then hey, fuck it. It is what it
is right?
Well, what I will say is that 2 of my external hard drives got stolen
out of the DJ booth Friday night at The Loft in Denver, CO while I was
just a tad drunk. I didn't realize that they were missing until I woke
up Saturday afternoon and opened my computer because as soon as I opened
the computer, the screen said "warning: device removed", which pretty
much means that the hard drives that I use while spinning were hastily
removed without doing the proper procedures and that in turn alerted me
to look for my hard drives, which I discovered were not in their
respective cases inside of my DJ equipment bag that I store them in.
I then went back to the The Loft when it opened for business on Saturday
night, where trust me when I say that I looked everywhere possible with
no luck in the DJ booth. There was a DJ by the name of Bedz who was spinning at the time and I asked him if he'd seen any hard drives in the location of where he had his computer set up (which was the exact same spot my computer and hard drives were in on Friday night) and he said no. The club owner even assured me that until
DJ Bedz got there, no one had even been in the booth to cut any equipment
on. Which led me to do some backtracking to the night before.
I spun from 11:45 until the club cut the lights on at 1:45 and then
continued to play a couple tunes until 2am but the whole 1am hour was a
complete BLUR due to me consuming way more Patron than any normal human
should've. I blacked out for a couple minutes and this is when the theft had to have happened. There were 4 people in the booth besides me. 3 chicks that I've known
for a few years and a DJ/hypeman by the name of D-------. I've never actually
seen this dude spin a record before but everytime I've come to Denver
within the past 2 years or so, he always ends up on the mic while I'm
spinning. I generally don't mind because I'm not the DJ who does a
buncha talking and yelling while spinning and normally dude is a cool cat.
Usually he always stays to the very END of the night, except for on this
night because he vanished into thin air once I blacked out after the lights came on...
yeah exactly, do i really need to say anymore? well...
once it was determined that my drives weren't inside the club, i was on a mission to find this nigga. i wanted to peacefully ask him some questions so i went to Blue Ice, a normal Saturday night hotspot in the city figuring he'd be there since that's pretty much where all the black people go. i posted up near the DJ booth for most of the night in case he was to do his normal "hypeman" steez in the booth but he never showed and with no way of knowing where else he might've been hanging, i called it a night around 2:30ish since i had a 10:40am flight to LA in the morning.
now...
as i said in the beginning of the blog, i don't like to falsely accuse people of anything but in this case, ALL SIGNS POINT TO THIS NIGGA STEALING MY HARD DRIVES. and what's so bitchmade about the shit is that he had to wait until i was slightly unconscious to do so. i'd almost give the nigga some kinda props if he'd have been REAL enough to try doing the shit while i had all my faculties but the Detroit in me woulda never let that happen cause real talk, somebody (me or him) woulda had to DIE. i ain't the nigga walkin' round with a S on my chest but hey...
clearly dude is avoiding contact with me because i know someone who knows him and they've asked if he knows anything about my shit being missing. he tells them "no" but you figure he'd at least reach out to me personally to clear his name and his conscience since he knows i wanna holla at him but it's all good. i hope u enjoy the music you stole. karma's a BITCH and when she comes back around on you, i hope it's in the form of 20 niggas with 18" dicks anally destroying you until your asshole falls off your body and then you burn a slow death afterwards. sounds brutal but yo, it's an appropriate punishment.
i go out of my way to make friends with DJ's wherever i go and if a muhfucka needed some music from me THAT BAD, i'd be more than happy to help a nigga out if he asked. that would be me returning the same blessing that DJ Jazzy Jeff extended to me back in '05 when he gave me 9,000 start up records when i first got Serato. but instead, i'm here extending anal death wishes (pause)
burn slow bitch ass nigga. there's a reason why lame muhfuckas like you never prosper and have no choice but to hate on a real DJ like myself. and just in case you thought you stopped my musical flow, NEGATORY!!! watch my next move.
and hey D-------, if this blog doesn't apply to you, feel free to reach out and holla at a nigga and i'll apologize for what i've typed here. if you don't have my number, it's easy to get. Quote, K-Tone, Chonz, Big Spade, Francois, and Corey all know how to reach me and i give them permission to forward my number to you.
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| If the earliest memory of yourself is one of being popped on the hands by your aunt at the tender age of 2 for messing with her records and stereo, or if your allowance was spent on nothing but records, one would have no choice but to say that a career in music chose you.
Such was the exact case for Detroit native Jaycee. Having been exposed to a very diverse selection of music being played around the house as a child that included such legendary artists as Stevie Wonder, KISS, The Isley Brothers, Aretha Franklin, The Jacksons, Roy Ayers, Prince, and Donald Byrd just to name a few, it was inevitable that he'd become a music aficionado, but the turning point towards becoming a versatile globetrotting party rocking DJ came after hearing legendary Detroit DJ's such as The Wizard and Mojo on the radio, buying the record "The Adventures Of Grandmaster Flash On The Wheels Of Steel" and witnessing a DJ by the name of Michael Saunders mix and scratch records during a school dance. Those moments, combined with music theory that he already knew by virtue of playing instruments such as the clarinet and the drums in the school band, led Jaycee to his current instruments of choice: 2 Technics turntables and a Rane mixer.
Upon relocating to Atlanta, Jaycee began his assault on the local music scene by being the DJ and producer of a local group who opened up shows for headlining hiphop acts like A Tribe Called Quest, Gang Starr, Redman, and KRS-One, and then by entering each and every DJ battle he heard about where he pretty much destroyed all competition. Being a battle champion then led him to the community and college radio mixshow circuit where he quickly stood out from other DJ's by displaying such skill and creativity on the turntables that his name suddenly began ringing bells in the city as THE upcoming DJ to pay attention to. The bells rang loud enough to catch the attention of So So Def's DJ Nabs who then took Jaycee under his wing and began featuring him on his show "The Thunderstorm" in late '95 on V103, which is the biggest urban radio station in Atlanta. Jaycee quickly went from making guest appearances on that show to being officially hired by the station and soon he became a musical mainstay in the city scene by spinning sets and destroying turntables at legendary Atlanta venues like The Warehouse, Velvet, Kaya, The Chili Pepper, and Vision (to name just a short few) as well as hosting and spinning on his own V103 mixshow called "The Late Nite Mixtape" where in addition to playing the regular mainstream hits, he also embraced other styles and genres of music in a way that DJ's before him had been scared to include in their sets. You'd never quite know in advance what tricks Jaycee would have up his sleeve, but after slightly revealing his hand, he kept your ear permanently glued to the radio eagerly anticipating more.
It was this regular routine display of musical knowledge and turntable dexterity which caught the eye and ear of one Chris Bridges a.k.a. Ludacris, and prompted him to personally ask Jaycee to be the only DJ to ever accompany him onstage. And from that point in September 2000 until now, Jaycee has displayed his skills in virtually every media platform that features live performances. From prestigious award shows such as the Grammys, the American Music Awards, the VMA's, and the BET Awards, to shows such as Rap City, TRL, 106 & Park, Saturday Night Live, David Letterman, The Tonight Show with Jay Leno, Carson Daly, Ellen, The Tyra Banks Show as well as historical performances at Live Earth and Nelson Mandela's 46664 Concert for World AIDS Day, there isn't a stage around the WORLD that Jaycee hasn't been on and rocked.
Plans for his next career move include music production because his ear for good music has proven to be golden at all times but through it all, Jaycee maintains a diehard love for rocking at clubs whenever and wherever possible because it keeps his keen sense of reading crowds sharp as well as musically keeping him on his toes. He's also a member of the dopest DJ crew in Atlanta The Aphilliates, through which he's released a few timeless mixtape classics of his own. Jaycee's extensive experience and unbridled passion for music has established him as a force to be reckoned with and many would say that this was destined from day one.
mixtape links here....
Jaycee Sez Kick Rocks!!
Michael Jackson: The Soulful Years
Eargasms: Version 2.0
Eargasme Le' Trois (part three)
Eargasms 4
Pizza At Primo's Vol. 1
eightmilechronicle.blogspot.com
myspace.com/djjaycee
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originally i was gonna stay silent but my inner soul finally just said "why the fuck u the one remainin calm when this self-righteous, fake "virtuous" chick just questioned your normally cool and calm character in a forum where most of "her" friends would know who she's talking about?"
"her" friends exactly. "her" friends who are gonna be loyal to her views no matter how triflin' she actually may be in spite of the self-righteous manner in which she attempted to paint herself in her post. yeah i don't really know her friends too well so i shouldn't and normally wouldn't really give a rat's ass what they think of me, but sometimes you just gotta let people know what side of the fence you actually stand on so that shit like this will be prevented from happening in the future. all "her" friends chiming in with their two cents on a situation that they have no fucking idea about because she presented the shit so lopsided really angered me to the point where all i'll say is, if you're gonna tell the story, then tell it like it actually happened. and then if your friends wanna look at me as a cheap and sneaky wannabe-flossy shitbag after seeing both sides then fine that's their problem. but i won't allow a muhfucka to just air me out like that without any type of factual retort...
and folks who really know me, know that i'm not the "flossy, trying to look important" type. even she's known me for 12 fucking years and really, she knows better than to have written some shit like that. i won't and most importantly, don't apologize for being a fly individual who can change his wardrobe up to adapt to any situation i'm put in. does that make one "flossy?" didn't think so. it just means that unless i'm out running, or running errands, or sleepwalking in the streets in gym shorts and my raggedy Spongebob Squarepants houseshoes, you'll NEVER catch me in public looking crazy or like a fish outta water.
anything wrong with that? didn't think so...
hollaback...
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| i saw a small sign kinda early that shit was gonna be doomed and that was when it was automatically assumed that i was gonna forego watching the opening games of the 2008 playoffs in the comfort of my own home in order to watch them in a home i'd never been to and around two people that i never had a conversation with before. NEGATORY, as my friend Saturdai would say.
i've never claimed to be a music encyclopedia, but another sign that shit was gonna be doomed was when i was sworn up and down that the song "What I Am", which i know for a FACT was originally recorded and released by Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians in 1988, was ACTUALLY a remake of a Sheryl Crow song. or that the hip-hop classic "Poor Georgie", whom everyone knows was recorded by MC Lyte (well not quite everyone), was ACTUALLY by Queen Latifah.
c'mon now.
if there's something that i don't know, and if someone is trying to educate me on something (without talking down to me as if i'm a 2nd grader), then i'm gonna absorb it and be like "okay, i learned something new today" and keep the conversation moving. some people don't know how to do that because they just HAVE to be right, all the time, and even if they end up making an ass of themselves they swear that they're right until the end.
well the end for me came Tuesday evening when i abruptly discovered that i'd been kicked to the curb by "Miss-Tra Know It All" thru an entry on Facebook that implied that i was a cheap bastard with no money who needed to sneak her change from the valet in order to pay for drinks at other clubs later that evening. read for yourselves.
"When your date asks you to change her bill and you say "Okay, I'll give it back to you in a minute." DON'T be sneaky and instead use it to tip the valet and purchase drinks at the bar...leaving your lady with no change and no money at the end of the date. Ya, guy she noticed that sneaky move."
me? a law-abiding brother who happens to make way more money than you make? sneaky? come on now...
for those who must know, the actual scenario in question came in February when i decided to put on my "good clothes" (as Little Brother would say) and take "Misstra Know It All" to Redfish (one of my favorite restaurants here in Atlanta). dinner came out to over 150 bucks due to us pigging out and doing a lotta extra wine sipping but since it was my idearrr to go there, i took care of the bill with no prob. i paid for dinner with my card and when it was time to get the car outta valet all i had were a few hundred dollar bills in my pocket so i asked "Misstra" for something small in order to tip the valet. she gave me a 20. i gave the valet 5 and as i entered the car on the driver's side, i slipped the remaining 15 bucks in my pocket and commenced driving to another club.
due to the extensive wine sipping i shouldn't have been driving in the first place but she had no clue where i was planning on taking her so she let me drive. now generally, if your mind is on your money and your change, all signs say that you'd ask for it upon getting settled in the car before arriving at the next destination, correct?
well let's just say that collectively our minds were in places that didn't have shit to do with money.
next destination Verve, where after roaming through the top two levels we go to the bar on the bottom level and knock back 3 Patron shots plus a Heineken apiece. think you can purchase 6 Patron shots plus 2 Heineken beers for 15 bucks? didn't think so, but show me the spot where you can and i'm there every weekend.
final club destination for the night was MJQ, a spot where i like to go because you're guaranteed to hear some hip-hop that you won't hear anywhere else in the city. we both have 2 more Patron shots and i chase it with a Red Stripe while she chooses a bottle of water. think you can purchase 4 Patron shots plus a beer and a bottle of water for 15 bucks? i think not but again, show me where you can and i'm there every weekend.
if your mind was on your money and your change surely you'd have asked for it before leaving my place the next day right? i thought so.
the moral of this story is, don't paint a picture of me as a cheap bastard with no money who needed to sneak your little 15 dollar change from the valet in order to pay for drinks.
15 dollars? are you fucking kidding me?
the real shit that pissed me off about reading all this was that the shit was written and posted on Facebook Monday morning at 11:51am, 3 months after the shit actually happened. plus the fact that she posted another rant shortly thereafter about how to treat a "Virtuous Woman" such as herself. i swear i'm not making this up, here's her rant right here. it's a good read but kinda preachy so i'm not gonna post the whole thing because most of it doesn't pertain to me so only the "good" parts will make the cut.
"Miss-Tra Know It All is tired of the men in ATL!!!! OMG I rather stay single till I'm outta this dating hell hole! Men here need to go back to their mamas!"
I feel the need to elaborate on my outburst (I'll keep it short but not sweet). It's likely I'll step on some toes but no one has said anything and the truth will set everyone free. I've been on dates, I been introduced/ approached...but Men in ATL have this attitude about them that they don't need the black woman, the black women needs them. Men that are from ATL or have been here long enough to feed into the hype of the men: women ratios are really kidding themselves and selling themselves short. Everyone here is "fittin' to do this or "tryin" to do that, or "gonna" do this. Everyone wants to be a celebrity, be a promoter, and be a music artist.
The truth is, you've lost yourselves and you've let down generations behind us, and the Black men....AH the Black men (ATL only) NEED to wake up and GET A CLUE! Obama's efforts should've at least done that. Forget chasing the rainbow of fame (ITS TOO LATE AND YOU'VE MISSED THAT WINDOW!). Get in the game where you can have an impact on decisions that affect our people!!!!
Men here know the right things to do, they WERE raised right. They choose not to because they believe the hype that they have time, they can juggle the women, they can do it without her, and they don't see why the roles can't be switched. Let her ask me out, let her pay for dinner, let her open the doors, let her call me, let her COURT me, let her DATE ME!
The truth is...the bible outlines a "Virtuous Woman" and if you are a man that has been blessed to even meet such a woman you treat her as a such. Treat her like a queen; treat her the way God intended her to be. Treat her like a mother, treat her like a sister, and treat her like an heiress. It's heartbreaking to see so many virtuous women in ATL so jaded and I see why. It's your fault men and its time to own up to that and take back your Black woman and keep the heritage of the strong Black family alive. Stop acting like you don't know what chivalry is. Don't blame the Black women that have compromised. They just lost hope on what they knew was right and couldn't wait on you. So they conformed to less of who they really are just to please you.
If Black men were more concerned with how they treated Black women than their "flossin capacity" or "looking important" our future families would be stronger and better.
yo!
all the time this "virtuous" muthafucka has spent in my face SINCE THEN and she never thought to inquire about her little 15 dollars? is this "virtuous" muthafucka serious? nah, she can't POSSIBLY be serious about this shit. the nerve of her, a grown ass 30 year old woman, being tacky as hell by attempting to air me out in a public forum such as Facebook over 15 dollars from a date that happened 3 months ago. you need your "virtuous" ass whooped by your mama.
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