Already juggling an iPhone and a Blackberry, the female in all black receives a radio message over her headset and quickly leaves Hell. The world around her slowly shifts as her black sandals, masking teal-colored toenails, step into the light and hit the uneven bricked pathway. Eyes dart in her direction. Conversations freeze in mid-sentence. Necks crane as she walks by. She hurries to the front, smiles warmly, and embraces the gentlemen who had been waiting for her.
“Have you checked in?” she asks. There seems to be a bit of confusion amongst the men. She sees their frustration and politely interjects, “The artists table is right over there. You just want to check in with them and they’ll give you a pass. I’ll see you inside, okay?” As she leaves, on-lookers eye her every step. "Yo, man, that's Fadia," someone whispers.
The 2010 A3C Hip Hop Festival is the place to be if you are doing anything in hip-hop, aspiring to do anything in hip-hop, or just want to be seen among the latter two. Homemade CDs, fliers, and business cards are handed out like last year’s Halloween candy. It’s hard to decipher by the wrappers which will give your ears a sour taste, and reassurances like, “I was the underdog, but see, now we’re setting the streets on fire; you need to give it a listen,” hardly help.
It's the first day of the festival and the grounds of the Masquerade are filled with a rainbow of different sneakers ranging from beat up, classic black and white Chucks to futuristic eggplant Nike Foamposites. Posted all around the grounds are tents with artist merchandise, a wall dedicated to personal graffiti, even the Marines have set up camp to search for new recruits. If you are not about self-promotion, this is the wrong place to be.
There is a buzz surrounding the artists performing on this year's Perfect Attendance stage. It's not simply due to the amount of talent, but also the ringleader assembling them. Fadia's intuition was spot-on with last year's roster, which included sets from Yelawolf, Donnis, Curren$y and Pill, who've all become some of this year's most sought-after MCs. The audience knows that Fadia can deliver, and many have come to see if she can do it two years in a row.
Hot off the release of The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted, Gucci sits down with Spin to give an extended interview about his life and music. Well, sort of. After the reporter starts asking him about various probation violations and whether or not his newly de-grilled teeth are fake - seriously - Gooch decides to get up and walk away. (No big deal; he does stuff like that.) The incident - and Gucci's subsequent refusal to pose for pictures to accompany the feature - inspires the writer to label the rapper "his own worst enemy." He also insinuates that Gooch's career has been hindered by his reluctance to conform to the norm. Really? While there's no question that Radric Davis does what the fuck he wants, I doubt anyone could seriously argue that it's hurt his album sales. (One might rightfully posit that in fact, the opposite is true.)
Despite the spurned reporter's semi-catty tone, and his tenuous grasp on Gucci's psyche (and, arguably, on southern hip-hop in general), it's a relatively revealing article, and worth a read. Though now I really want to hear the two Pharrell-produced tracks that didn't make The Appeal. "Haterade" is fine and dandy, but the description of the cutting room shit has me quite curious.
Alabama especially figur[es] into the career of catfish rapper Yelawolf, an undeniable force whose quick diction and mudflap haircut are going to worm their way into the hearts of many, many different types of people. As you may know, rap is the new pop (by new, we mean the last 20 years minimum), and that’s basically the time folks like Yelawolf have grown up, this self-proclaimed redneck running through his tracks with a predilection for gross glamor, Chevys and Xanax. We didn’t fish him up from the bottom of the swamp, he came up for air himself, but he knows where he’s from. That’s why we went there.
This past weekend, the Georgia Music Hall of Fame in Macon held its 32nd annual awards ceremony, in which influential names in Georgia music are inducted into the venerable institution. Recipients of this year's awards included alt-rock mainstays the Black Crowes and neo-soul performer India.Arie (read CL music editor Rodney Carmichael's recent India.Arie profile here). Longtime industry dude Charlie Brusco was also inducted, as were opera singer Jennifer Larmore and pianist/promoter Charles Wadsworth. Posthumous awards were given to country singers John Jarrard and Paul Davis, gospel singer Pearly Brown and session man/producer Pete Drake.
Both the Black Crowes and India.Arie delivered performances at the ceremony, as did rock legends/97.1 the River favorites Styx, with whom Brusco held a longtime partnership. Former "American Idol" contestants Bo Bice and Ace Young also performed,
which doesn't really make sense since neither is from Georgia, but oh well. That's cool, I guess. EDIT: As a commenter notes, both of those fellas have Brusco connections. Solved!
A big Crib Notes congratulations to all inductees! Check out more photos from the ceremony at the CL photo slideshow.
Gawker's on top of this whole Paste thing. Last week they reported the Decatur-based magazine's demise. Today, they pose the question of whether or not the publication's freelancers will be paid the money they're ostensibly owed for their work.
Gawker posts an email from Paste editor Josh Jackson (no relation) that was forwarded to them by a contributor to the e'er-troubled magazine. In it, Jackson states, "[g]lad to hear there will be no hard feelings if we can get you paid, and I'll understand the hard feelings if we can't." Well, ouch. As an outside observer, it's somewhat understandable: tough times and all that. But as a freelancer myself, when you do work under the expressed condition of financial reward - however meager, although one freelancer claims to be owed as much as $2,700 - it's hard to swallow a half-assed apology like that when said reward doesn't come. It's as simple as this: If you don't have the money to pay writers, you shouldn't hire writers - or at least make the situation clear up front.
Any Paste contributors having trouble getting paid? Let us know via email or in the comments.
Today Paste Media Group announces, with deepest sadness, the suspension of the Paste magazine print product.
Struggles with mounting debt were made public last year when our readers responded with generosity to save the magazine. But the prolonged downturn of the ad market has forced a hiatus. All subscribers have access to the digital version of their magazines through the June/July issue on PasteMagazine.com. Paste, while considering strategic alternatives, is focusing on its digital assets, including PasteMagazine.com.
We thank all of those who have shown such tremendous support to a vision of independent media focused on Signs of Life in Music, Film & Culture, including subscribers, advertisers, writers, photographers, illustrators, publicists, record labels, movie studios, book & game publishers and others in the press.
Somewhere Henry Owings is laughing manically. But seriously, though, this is sad. Sorry, Paste. Though the magazine's tough times were well-documented, it still comes as a shock to see it go. And, love it or hate it, it was more or less an astute cultural chronicler. Above all, to lose something so physically close to home makes the reality of the sad state of print media - well, hit home.
Ballots close Sat., July 31 at midnight. Which means you've got about 33 hours left to add your 2 cents.
If only y'all knew how small the margins are each year that separate the winners from the losers, you'd get off the couch (or not, since voting is online!), and cast your vote for your favorite band/MC/club/bartender/stripper now.
Do it here: clatl.com/bestofatl
Putting the mix in mixer, Dynamite Entertainment Group and the good guys at the Sound Table will host a DJ competition and a producer showcase, as part of the Global SoundCloud Meet Up day on Thursday.
SoundCloud is a web-based music sharing service that allows users to legally upload tracks, mixes, and mashups to send to friends. The site has garnered lots of support from bedroom DJs and up-and-coming mix masters for its ease-of-use and quality of sound.
The deadline for submitting your work has passed but the event is open to the public (RSVP here), and best of all, has no cover charge.
Check out the group's SoundCloud page for more details and to sample over a dozen mixes already submitted for competition.
Here's one from user Silk Wolf:
Full press release after the jump.
We've established that people aren't buying concert tickets so much these days. And it's a well-known fact that CD sales have been going down, down, down for quite some time. No different this year: they're down 18 percent. But with that news comes the report that digital music sales are up almost 13 percent.
It's worth noting, though, that overall 2010 sales to this point are down almost 20 million from the same period in 2009. So there's that.
The best-selling album of this year so far? Lady Antebellum's Need You Now. Say it with me: Huh?
Meanwhile, Brian Moylan at Gawker has an explanation for the steady drop in concert ticket sales: All the touring bands just suck.
Fram is best known in Atlanta for her work as 99X's program director, and for co-hosting that station's morning program for many years. She currently co-hosts "The Rock Show" with former MTV dude Matt Pinfield on New York City's 101.9 RXP.
If inducted into the NRHOF, Fram would be in very exclusive company (Rush Limbaugh! Neal Boortz!). No, but seriously, it's a pretty big deal.
Also nominated this year are notorious shock jock Howard Stern and NPR's Carl Kasell, among others. You can vote by visiting the website. Voting ends August 1.
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*Christ, Lord sorry
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They're kind of starting to look like a joke of themselves. Song's good though.