There has been even more craziness than usual floating around the blogosphere in recent days. It started with my story in this week's paper about Jermaine Dupri, who has taken his So So Def imprint independent, and, in the process, "micro'd" his whole operation.
Hugely-popular Atlanta-based gossip blogger Sandra Rose ran with the story and added her own, somewhat mean-spirited, commentary in a post on Friday. She said he was "in denial" over his relationship with Janet Jackson (Rose claims they are broken up, which he seemed to deny to me), and accused him of not crafting many of the songs that bear his name over the years. She editorialized that, with his scaled-down company, things have now come "full circle."
Gone is the big money label budget and all the perks that went along with being signed to a major label. If you don’t have a major label budget, then you can’t pay producers. This is when a producer’s weaknesses — and lack of raw talent — is exposed for the world to see.
On Saturday, she posted again, asserting that J.D. had called her the night before, from France, and threatened her.
“I got people ready to kill you right now!,” he screamed. “I’m letting you know it’s serious in the streets right now...I run Atlanta! I got ni**as calling me saying they don’t know what you look like, but all I gotta do is point you out and they will FUCK YOU UP!!!!”
Dupri's publicist has asked him for comment, and I will post a response if one comes in.
I've even received an odd piece of fan art (above) from local photographer Jimi Flix. We will keep you updated.
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