<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345</id><updated>2009-10-13T21:02:14.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Love, and SELF!!</title><subtitle type='html'>A personal blog of life lessons and shared information. These are spontaneous thoughts about whatever the day and the internet offers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-5770495034939587548</id><published>2008-12-30T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:30:09.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved Blog!</title><content type='html'>Hello Folks, my blog is now at www.shawnpeters.com. Please check me out over there and get your RSS feed on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawn P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-5770495034939587548?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/5770495034939587548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=5770495034939587548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/5770495034939587548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/5770495034939587548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/12/moved-blog.html' title='Moved Blog!'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-6407696788016595156</id><published>2008-12-28T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:59:12.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron Saint Germain, Sebastiao Salgado and the Music Business.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SVghGklXoAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_C7CbclWdqc/s1600-h/Saint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SVghGklXoAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_C7CbclWdqc/s400/Saint.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285010559502622722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SVgg4g8VFkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fw3N8OBxfNY/s1600-h/Sebastiao+salgado-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SVgg4g8VFkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fw3N8OBxfNY/s400/Sebastiao+salgado-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285010318007014978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ron Saint Germain is a rock music legend. He has produced, mixed, or engineered 60 Gold and Platinum albums including four “Diamond Platinum" (10 million +) awards with sales on the better side of a quarter of a billion units. His albums have garnered 18 Grammy nominations with 12 being winners. With 35+ years in music under his belt he has worked with the likes of 311, Muse, Tool, Bad Brains, Breed 77, Mos Def, Living Color, U2, Red Hot Chili Pepers, Soundgarden, The Cure, Creed, Sonic Youth, Kraftwerk, The Cult, Killing Joke, Adam Ant, Lou Reed, Keziah Jones, Kashmir, and many more. I have had the opportunity to work with and befriend Ron Saint Germain and watched his mastery of production and engineering at work. Ron is an audiophile, his ear and attention to the details of music arrangement isn't matched by many, however Ron has a problem. His problem is that he is a master of the process of making music in a time in the music business when the process is no longer very valuable.  You see you will find Ron bragging about the Neve 9098i that he just moved into his basement, or you will hear him describing the DBA scale and the wave vector differences of digital and tape recording. The majority of music consumers listen to MP3 files on iPod headphones. These files are so compressed that only the most genius of audiophiles could possible tell the difference between a recording on the 9098i that costs $150,000 or a protools based home studio set up that has a good mic or preamp compressor. It seems easy to gather that Ron Saint Germain could and maybe should become a dinasour in todays music market. Making music is so much easier than it used to be and many people have access to the technology to make professional sounding music. The problem is this, Ron Saint Germain knows what the hell he is doing and they guy who makes beats on Fruity Loops doesn't . He knows how to tune a guitar for a certain effect and which guitar amp to run it through. He knows how the guitars should be arranged for the highest emotional effect for the song and so that it uplifts instead of clashing with the tone of the singers voice. He knows how to mic the drums to either give you a tight hip hop sound or a roomy Led Zepplin sound depending on what the tune needs. he knows how to arrange vocal performances around musical performances. This is the most simple explanation of his very skilled, very nuanced process that allows him to make great music. The greatness isn't always obvious, it's etherial. Somehow the soul can hear a deep process and for those of us who still love music and recognize it as art, the process is appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebastiao Salgado is a master photographer from Brazil. He began his professional career as an economist, but after taking pictures on a business trip to Africa he realized that he had found his real passion and talent. Sebastiao's approach to photography is all about process. First of all he (still) shoots film on a Leica 35mm camera and uses a small selection of wide angle lenses. the film that he primarily shoots in a 3500ASA (super fast, super grainy) film that allows him to shoot at pretty much any light level without the use of intrusive flash bulbs. I once read in an interview with Salgado that will visit town or community that he is documenting and live with the people for 30 or 40 days before he starts photography. He likes to become invisible and get very close to his subjects (remember he primarily uses wide angle lenses). He also said in that interview that his photographs are not taken but given to him from his subjects. He rates his 3500 ASA film at 1600 and sometimes 800. In his minds eye he knows what he is trying to achieve in terms of grain structure and depth of field in the negatives that he will receive from the lab weeks after he has shot the images. For Salgado, his film choice, the way he rates it, the lenses that camera that he chooses and the way he interacts with his subjects is a part of his process. Of course Salgado has an incredible eye; but that's only a part of how he creates the outcome of the images that he makes. We must also keep in mind that shooting film limits him to 36 shots per roll on 35mm film. The Leica is a manual focus and manual shutter camera. He has to be selective with what he shoots and he can't roll off 35 shots at the press of a button like you can with digital photography. He doesn't have the luxury of seeing what he has just shot instantly so that he can adjust composition or camera settings; all of that has to be done in his mind. When I was getting my MFA and I was reviewing his work for the first time I used to be baffled at how he was able to make his images look and feel like that. He was a magician to me and no other photographer that I have studied made images quite like his...maybe just as great but not like. He had a signature style that was nearly impossible to reproduce. There is magic in his process. The other day I dusted my Mamiya 7 range finder camera and took in on the road with me. I was contemplating selling all of my film cameras and buying a new digital. After a day of shooting, and guessing the right exposures and being very selective of what I chose to shoot (the Mamiya 7 is a medium format camera which only shoots about 11 exposures per roll) I realized that I enjoyed that process. I can't wait to see the negatives of what I shot, and get into the dark room to interpret them in the print. Now, the film process is ridiculously expensive and isn't really practical anymore, unless you are Sabastiao Salgado and can sell an original print for $10,000, or you are a famous advertisement photographer who has the luxury of huge shooting budgets. Art is never practical. The process that it takes to make great art is always intricate, involved, and time consuming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art contributes to the beauty of the world, it makes living, worth living. I am not bitter; I understand that times change and I am young, but I realize the difference between something that is art and something that is not. I believe that other people do too. I believe that the painstaking process of experiencing something great from someone who has perfected his/her craft is still valuable to people even if they don't realize it in theory. There is an etherial recognition of beauty and greatness. Maybe since the music business can no longer pedal it's wears, it will have to revert back to the days creative great music and sell more of less. Then maybe Ron Saint Germain will get called for work again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-6407696788016595156?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6407696788016595156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=6407696788016595156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/6407696788016595156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/6407696788016595156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/12/ron-saint-germain-sebastiao-salgado-and.html' title='Ron Saint Germain, Sebastiao Salgado and the Music Business.'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SVghGklXoAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_C7CbclWdqc/s72-c/Saint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-3344588201560738224</id><published>2008-12-28T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:03:09.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Machines!</title><content type='html'>Here is a new song that we recorded this year for the new Martin Luther project to be released 2nd Quarter 2009. This is a preview, let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sr8btHqN1FU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sr8btHqN1FU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-3344588201560738224?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/3344588201560738224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=3344588201560738224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/3344588201560738224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/3344588201560738224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/12/killer-machines.html' title='Killer Machines!'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-1719630698457591209</id><published>2008-12-28T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T09:02:27.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outliers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SVelmtdAnzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Myur79aRluc/s1600-h/Outliers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SVelmtdAnzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Myur79aRluc/s400/Outliers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284874772197449522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago I finished the audio book (because I don't have the attention span to read) Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell. Before going into detail I would like to emphatically recommend this audio book. Malcolm Gladwell is an excellent story teller; so beyond the fact that the major premise that he proposes is profound in it's wise and detailed simplicity, the audio book narrated by him is enormously entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malcolm Gladwell's simple premise is that reasons for the achievement of successful people; leaders and industry superstars are complex and that success may be more based upon historical, cultural, and circumstantial chance than the persons intelligence and hard work. Gladwell states that it is a wrong choice to personalize success and make it exclusively the result of someone's personal attributes. He speaks of the 10,000 hours rule, which essentially says that it takes 10,000 of practice in order to master any certain skill. He uses the example of Bill Gates and Bill Joy; the two bills are by right on the top five list of the most influential men in today's technology world. The story details the fact that these two men being born in the time that they were and by chance going to schools that had access to a type of computer that enabled the first generation of quick computer programming and coming of age on the cusp of a personal computing revolution allowed these men the 10,000 hours necessary to master their fields. Of course, both of these men are also brilliant. But it doesn't change the fact that the computer that they both had access too at the time they did was as rare to the common man as having access to your own satellite in space today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why should you read Outliers? For me it allowed an opportunity to look back at my own life and the chances that have been afforded to me to get to where I am. It allowed me to evaluate my talents and to look at them in the context of both ability and opportunity. It's a great wake up call in my mind to seize your life's mission and to personalize your own success and build upon it with more clarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-1719630698457591209?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/1719630698457591209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=1719630698457591209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/1719630698457591209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/1719630698457591209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/12/outliers.html' title='Outliers'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SVelmtdAnzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Myur79aRluc/s72-c/Outliers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-7277603477372805524</id><published>2008-11-04T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:51:04.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SRBTOdb0vSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wvnHrIE_PXA/s1600-h/Line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SRBTOdb0vSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wvnHrIE_PXA/s400/Line.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264799472280714530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SRBTOBotoDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/HL7jWhn4DDI/s1600-h/Booth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SRBTOBotoDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/HL7jWhn4DDI/s400/Booth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264799464818581554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SRBTNtYIsCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Ndb_seQm5XI/s1600-h/vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SRBTNtYIsCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Ndb_seQm5XI/s400/vote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264799459380342818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I couldn’t sleep; I woke up at 5 AM and figured I would get to my polling office by 6. To my surprise the line was bananas!! I would guess that more than 800 people on line before me at 6 AM. The lines were so full of black people, it was amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I must admit; and I am not sure how I feel about it, but a friend came up to me and let me know that there was another entrance that was designated for handicapped voters that no one is checking. He said that he went right into that entrance and voted. He walked me in and boom, I was in; it took me 20 minutes. I cut the line to vote for Barack Obama; was that shady? Should I feel bad? Nah, I got my vote in and I feel wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-7277603477372805524?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/7277603477372805524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=7277603477372805524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/7277603477372805524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/7277603477372805524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote.html' title='VOTE!'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SRBTOdb0vSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wvnHrIE_PXA/s72-c/Line.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-493469203305328117</id><published>2008-10-16T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:04:42.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Times</title><content type='html'>In a time of so much flux, insecurity, and economic depression; I wonder how popular music and entertainment will shift to meet the times. I would like to use urban music to illustrate my ideas. In the late 60's and early 70's, during a time of tremendous political upheaval including the Vietnam War and the Civil Rights movement urban music, was and still is defined primarily by the black male superstars of the day. I make the black male stars distinction not to diminish or exclude the tremendous contribution of our female stars of then and now but to try and make the point that when outsiders analyze urban/ghetto culture it is usually defined by the actions of the male population of that community. I will continue this discussion within that framework. In the late 60's and 70's in America at any given time you could have had 8 to 10 black males, all from primarily impoverished urban communities. These communities suffered many of the same problems of crime, drug and alchohol abuse, single parenthood, and joblessness of poor urban communities of today but the difference of cultural expression of the urban males of then is strikingly different from the expressions of today. In the late 60's and early 70's on any giving week you may have had, Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye, Sly Stone, Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Curtis Mayfield, and Al Green all topping the charts at the same time. If you go back and listen to the message of the music of these products of the urban environment you heard a clear message of redemption and over coming obstacles to become a better loving human being. Granted those times were the times of revolution and free love, it was the time of LSD and Marijuana. If you look at the beginnings of a latest musical genre invention from the urban community, hip hop; it started in the late 70's as an extension of the sentiments of the black men who where influential in the lives of the Black and Puerto Rican men who were fathers of the genre. When did it shift? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion the greatest shift in urban music after the 70's was the advent of crack cocaine's arrival in the urban community in the early 80's. Crack cocaine took historical urban issues and put them into hyper drive; at the same time crack created a hyper urban economy. So you had hyper violence, hyper materialism, hyper childhood neglect, hyper moral decline, and a hyper rich criminal youth. Not even heroin would take a mother from her child, but crack did. Crack caused urban blight unlike anything else in urban history, in my opinion. It was said that crack was first introduced in Oakland California around 1982; I don't remember crack hitting the east coast hard until around 85, 86. On the east coast, crack culture didn't start entering into the musical lexicon until around 87. The west coast had experienced it's affect for much longer and combined with gang culture it had seeped into the urban music dialogue faster than it did any wear else. I'm showing my age, but I remember when I was a senior in High School in 1988 and I first heard NWA "Fuck the Police," my friends and I couldn't believe it. The use of hyper violent imagery and the free use of the word nigger was completely startling and new to us. 1988 in NY was the year of Public Enemy's largest success and the introduction of the Jungle Brothers and later De La Soul and the Native Tongue movement, it was Big Daddy Kane and LL Cool J. It was Rob Bass. Later that year in the fall I started my freshman year of college at Morehouse in Atlanta and NWA and Too Short was blasting through the dorms from our West Coast peers. I also remember that first week a kid from Oakland jokingly called me a nigger; and I remember being almost provoked to violence. In New York at the time if someone called you a nigger that was a huge insult. 20 years later, things are a whole lot different. I find myself using that word all the time now, like a filthy habit that I love but need to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago we were experiencing the height of the benefits of post crack epidemic culture in full bloom with the most hyper violent, materialistic, and misogynistic musical content in urban music history. Now that the crack epidemic is long past and we could possibly be moving towards the end of a hyper gangster black male cultural aesthetic (noticing the skater and rock star aesthetic taking off in the urban community prompted by Lupe Fiasco, Pherrell Williams, and Kanye West and the arrival of Barack Obama as a cultural icon largely promoted in urban fashion), I wonder what the next movement to be created out of the urban community will be. We must acknowledge that we are running into some very interesting financial and political times. I wonder what the urban response will be. Here is an interesting documentary trailer that I found recently that I think brings up some interesting points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H5YoS3bqk5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H5YoS3bqk5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-493469203305328117?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/493469203305328117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=493469203305328117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/493469203305328117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/493469203305328117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/10/times.html' title='The Times'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-4858594411355117618</id><published>2008-10-15T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:30:42.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Trees</title><content type='html'>This is a fantastic animation series that my friend Pierre Bennu does. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HYdJSp8L_fE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HYdJSp8L_fE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-4858594411355117618?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/4858594411355117618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=4858594411355117618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/4858594411355117618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/4858594411355117618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-trees.html' title='2 Trees'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-3324112487750534296</id><published>2008-10-11T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T17:54:38.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SPFKt2ASzYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/v7YQSy-mTDM/s1600-h/visitor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SPFKt2ASzYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/v7YQSy-mTDM/s400/visitor2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256064391569395074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SPFKuTQWS6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/lVofNvER4_I/s1600-h/The+Vistor+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SPFKuTQWS6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/lVofNvER4_I/s400/The+Vistor+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256064399421361058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank God for Netflix; what a brilliant business model. The way they are able to make data mining associations with your film renting history in order to make suggestions of films that you may like is what makes it such a brilliant sucessful company. Netflix recently suggested the film The Visitor and I took them up on their offer. I finally watched the film this morning and though it was largely predictable it was amazingly charming and visceral. I’m not embarrassed to say that I found myself welling up with tears several times and began to delve into the relationships between the characters and suspending my disbelief very easily. &lt;p&gt;The Visitor is about Walter Vale, a divorced economics professor from Connecticut who struggles with feelings of lonliness and frustration due to an inactive non-inspired life. A lecture that he is forced to make at NYU brings him back to New York City where he lived with his deceased wife and the apartment that he owns but virtually abandoned in Greenwich Village. When he arrives at his apartment, to his suprise a couple is living there illegally. The couple reacts in absolute fear that they of this instrusion and we learn that they are illegal aliens so they fear that this man will call the police, so they quickly leave the apartment. The couple is Tarek from Syria and Zainab from Senegal; Tarek is a purcussionist and Zainab makes hand made jewlery and vends on the streets on NY. Walter ends up inviting to stay for a few days until they get themselves together. A few days becomes weeks and Walter finds himself staying in NY for a while and involving himself in the lives of these 2 young illegal immagrants. An unfortunate mistake gets Tarek arrested and sent to immagration and Walter is wrapped up in this immagration drama and a new found friendship that changes his life forever. I recommend this simple charming film, its subtle and beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-3324112487750534296?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/3324112487750534296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=3324112487750534296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/3324112487750534296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/3324112487750534296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/10/visitor.html' title='The Visitor'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SPFKt2ASzYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/v7YQSy-mTDM/s72-c/visitor2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-2515160096442597515</id><published>2008-10-09T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:24:05.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigerian Wood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SO7mwXvE6iI/AAAAAAAAAMs/In2pxLqKIYA/s1600-h/nigerianwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SO7mwXvE6iI/AAAAAAAAAMs/In2pxLqKIYA/s400/nigerianwood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255391533867526690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9LkZIMef2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9LkZIMef2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only listened to Keziah Jones’ new album Nigerian Wood one full time; but I must say that I am fully enjoying it. I must admit though that the album starts off a little bit slowly for me. Normally artists pack there best songs at the top of the playlist, the first 2 songs of the album are not my favorites. Normally if the first 2 songs of an album aren’t cool I never get to the third song; but I really wanted to dig this project. First of all, Keziah and I in the last 4 years have become friends and second of all for me Keziah’s last album Black Orpheus is a classic LP. I first heard Black Office after taking a meeting at Atlantic Records with an A&amp;amp;R about an artist that I manage. The A&amp;amp;R gave me the record and asked me to get back to him and tell me what I thought. My business partner Jeff and I but it in the car stereo on the way back home and we remember remarking about how great the mix of the album sounded. I learned later that it was mixed and Engineered by Russell Elevado; who also mixed D’Angelo’s Voodoo album.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SO7lo5DK8EI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RflPA9etflg/s1600-h/nigerianwood.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SO7lo5DK8EI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RflPA9etflg/s1600-h/nigerianwood.jpg"&gt;I first met Keziah Jones in LA in late 2004, a friend of mine tipped me to a solo show that he was having at the Temple Bar. I thought that Black Orpheus was a beautiful sounding and very interesting album before that, but after being blown away by his live show; I mean Keziah is a “bananas” rhythm guitar player and performer. I paid more attention to his music after that show, and after a conversation with he and his manager after that show we kept in touch and we would hang whenever he came through New York.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SO7lo5DK8EI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RflPA9etflg/s1600-h/nigerianwood.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SO7lo5DK8EI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RflPA9etflg/s1600-h/nigerianwood.jpg"&gt;I would Nigerian Wood a 6.5 out of 10 overall and would suggest that if you haven’t listened to Keziah’s Music before that you start with Black Orpheus. If you are an audiophile and absolutely love music, you will dig the audio tapestries of Nigerian Wood, but don’t expect “typical” or melodic progressions, this is a music lovers album. Stand out songs for me are My Kinda Girl, Pimpin’, Lagos vs New York, and Uninteded Consequenses. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SO7lo5DK8EI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RflPA9etflg/s1600-h/nigerianwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SO7lo5DK8EI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RflPA9etflg/s1600-h/nigerianwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SO7lo5DK8EI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RflPA9etflg/s1600-h/nigerianwood.jpg"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-2515160096442597515?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/2515160096442597515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=2515160096442597515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/2515160096442597515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/2515160096442597515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/10/nigerian-wood.html' title='Nigerian Wood'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SO7mwXvE6iI/AAAAAAAAAMs/In2pxLqKIYA/s72-c/nigerianwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-8128722423550316653</id><published>2008-10-08T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:58:53.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOzJbrOBM2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Oi09WZiUsV0/s1600-h/blunts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOzJbrOBM2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Oi09WZiUsV0/s400/blunts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254796342529700706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was in the bathroom of my local Bedford Stuyvesant Laundromat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-8128722423550316653?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/8128722423550316653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=8128722423550316653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/8128722423550316653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/8128722423550316653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/10/bathroom-sign.html' title='Bathroom Sign'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOzJbrOBM2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Oi09WZiUsV0/s72-c/blunts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-6089140258423528191</id><published>2008-10-07T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:37:16.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOwApwvdvHI/AAAAAAAAAME/_0pCAfIApj4/s1600-h/mota+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOwApwvdvHI/AAAAAAAAAME/_0pCAfIApj4/s400/mota+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254575582693145714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOwAp_pPV2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/SDOccdX37TU/s1600-h/Dan+Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOwAp_pPV2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/SDOccdX37TU/s400/Dan+Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254575586693568354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOwAp5wPo6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/tmOS6eNbxT8/s1600-h/quick+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOwAp5wPo6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/tmOS6eNbxT8/s400/quick+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254575585112335266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday was a wild day; it started by photographer friend of mine from Montreal calling me and saying that he was going to drive to the city because he wanted to meet with me. Now that's a 6 hour drive. I told him that I was considering using him as a part of the event series that I am curating in Amsterdam. I wanted to let me know that he was serious about working with me so he drove all the way to NY, met with me for a couple of hours and then drove back the following morning. Big props to Neil Mota; &lt;a href="http://www.neilmota.com/"&gt;www.neilmota.com&lt;/a&gt; that's the kind of person that inspires me to work with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was meeting with Neil, I get a call from my boy Dan; asking me what I was doing. I told him that I was in the West Village in a meeting. Dan says "I'm on my way to the studio to meet up with DJ Quick and Rakim, do you want to come?" "Hell yeah, where and when, I replied." So after my meeting with Neil, he and I walk up to 17th and 10th to meet with Dan. Neil and I part ways and Dan and I head to the studio; a long walk to 50th street and 10th Avenue, on the way there we see this sign in a store window made out of flouresant lights that said CHANGE, I thought that was cool. We get to the studio and we hear this bananas beat that Quick was working on, I was in heaven. Unfortunately, I waited for hours to meet Rakim, but I was exhausted and left before he showed. Anyway, it was cool to kick it with DJ Quick and his folks from La La...and so the day went. On the way out Dan asked me to manage him; he wrote an amazing script about his amazing life and has been shopping it in LA, I've never worked with a writer, so I need to think about that. Oh, we also stopped by Billy's bakery on 21st and 9th Avenue on the way up; craziest cakes in town, trust me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-6089140258423528191?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6089140258423528191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=6089140258423528191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/6089140258423528191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/6089140258423528191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday.html' title='Sunday!'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOwApwvdvHI/AAAAAAAAAME/_0pCAfIApj4/s72-c/mota+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-2447341768530319744</id><published>2008-10-04T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:59:29.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chop Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOeg3o6qjnI/AAAAAAAAALk/SqNd69wGRzQ/s1600-h/chopshop-Polanco-Gonzales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOeg3o6qjnI/AAAAAAAAALk/SqNd69wGRzQ/s400/chopshop-Polanco-Gonzales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253344368087699058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOegxZBsMWI/AAAAAAAAALc/lCzBw2pLl8c/s1600-h/chopshop_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOegxZBsMWI/AAAAAAAAALc/lCzBw2pLl8c/s400/chopshop_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253344260742984034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I watched this movie last night and am watching it again as I am typing. My apologies; I called it a movie and I meant to call it a film, there is a difference. I always felt that if I were going to make a film; that it would feel like this one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chop Shop is a simple story about Alejandro, an orphaned 10 year old in Queens, NY who lives above an&lt;br /&gt;Auto Mobile Chop Shop where he works. Alejandro’s story is typical of New York City’s street kid culture, a culture of selling candy on the train, hustling bootleg movies,and snatching pocket books. Alejandro is by all accounts a grown ass man. He negotiated a place to stay above his bosses Chop Shop for he and his homeless 16 year old sister Isamar who joins the story about 25 minutes in. Ale (Alejandro) finds out a dirty secret about his sister that he decides to accept but it strengthens his goal to buy a food vending truck for he and his sister so that they can start there own business.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chop Shop is brilliant in it’s realism; the camera never gets in the way of the story and the acting is amazing. I highly recommend this film.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-2447341768530319744?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/2447341768530319744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=2447341768530319744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/2447341768530319744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/2447341768530319744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/10/chop-shop.html' title='Chop Shop'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOeg3o6qjnI/AAAAAAAAALk/SqNd69wGRzQ/s72-c/chopshop-Polanco-Gonzales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-978149021592161265</id><published>2008-10-03T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:18:54.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De La Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SObuhvKIAEI/AAAAAAAAALU/GWCnoXGzduU/s1600-h/De+La+Soul+-+3+Feet+High+And+Rising.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SObuhvKIAEI/AAAAAAAAALU/GWCnoXGzduU/s400/De+La+Soul+-+3+Feet+High+And+Rising.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253148278736289858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can’t believe that the VH1 Hip Hop Honors are just getting around to honoring De La Soul this year, its almost criminal. How do you honor Snoop Dog, Outkast, or even A Tribe Called Quest before De La? Is there any understanding or respect for history? What criteria do they based their decisions for honoring bands on. It cant be based on the impact that a band has had on the genre or the aesthetic of the Hip Hop community because there are very few Hip Hop bands that did more to impact the genre than De La Soul. I know because I was there, in fact me and the youngest member of the group Maceo are the same age; I actually went to his high school graduation party in Amityville, Long Island; because we had mutual friends. I’m not from Amityville but I am from Suburban NY; the same suburb that Brand Nubian and CL Smooth are from, and as suburban kids we had a different sensibility towards Hip Hop because we grew up in a quieter, safer, more friendly place than our urban peers.&lt;/p&gt; De La Soul gave birth to bands like A Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School, Brand Nubian, the Pharcyde, Hieroglyphics, Freestyle Fellowship, Blackalicious, UMC’s, Main Source, and a host of others. They ushered in a whole movement and a different sound; a sound that had less to do with urban blight and more about the expression of youthful life discovery of sex, culture, and growing up. And the expression was wrapped in a competitive lyrical style that was based on who could be the most original. It was a time when it was embarrassing to be wack; what ever happened to that?  If you listen to Three Feet High and Rising you never heard the word nigger, maybe once; and that was in the context of a parody of the word. There wasn’t one song bragging about inner city violence or drug trafficing. There were songs about diasies though, and potholes in lawns and about getting laid. The subject matters were universal and human, every kid; black, white, asian, indian from Long Island to Boisee could relate. De La Soul gave Hip Hop freedom, freedom from James Brown and Funkadelic samples; freedom to sample Steely Dan. It was fun to be young and black again and it for a minute Hip Hop was inspirational. Who the f*ck makes these decisions about who should be honored. If it was me De La Soul would have been on the first show with PE and Grand Master Flash and the Furious 5; they were that important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-978149021592161265?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/978149021592161265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=978149021592161265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/978149021592161265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/978149021592161265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-la-soul.html' title='De La Soul'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SObuhvKIAEI/AAAAAAAAALU/GWCnoXGzduU/s72-c/De+La+Soul+-+3+Feet+High+And+Rising.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-1356426848627932731</id><published>2008-10-01T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:02:15.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King of Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOPCYjo8cNI/AAAAAAAAALE/qMzEC7puZ00/s1600-h/20070306_robin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOPCYjo8cNI/AAAAAAAAALE/qMzEC7puZ00/s400/20070306_robin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252255317583753426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOPCYkD3OgI/AAAAAAAAALM/F7l0FHE265I/s1600-h/d_angelo21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOPCYkD3OgI/AAAAAAAAALM/F7l0FHE265I/s400/d_angelo21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252255317696657922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cabZjvzCI3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cabZjvzCI3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call from Cody ChesnuTT last night; it was brief, he wanted to tell me that he just saw an ad for Robin Thicke's new album which highlighted a quote from the LA Times calling him the new King of Soul music. The New King of Soul Music? Have I died and gone to hell? I've listened to the Robin Thicke album and unfortunately its not bad; it sounds like a Marvin Gaye tribute album, but its actually listenable. Is he the new King of Soul? Well, I think that's a ridiculous notion since there are people like Al Green still alive and making music but I understand marketing spin. The fact that his marketing folks could say that without being boycotted is a testament to where black music and artistry is today. Where is D'Angelo when you need him? D'Angelo please come back and shut this dude down; this is embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Josh sent me a link to this an old Omar video from 1994; I remember when I first found Omar. It was at a record store in Atlanta, I was in my first year of graduate school in South Carolina but I used to make several trips to Atlanta to see friends that were still at Morehouse and Spelman. Anyway, I think I was at Best Buy and I saw the For Pleasure album; being featured as a new release. I don't know why I bought it, I can't remember if it was in a listening station or not. What I do remember is that after one listen, he was my favorite artist at the time and I told all of my friends about him. Now Omar had already released 2 albums since 1990 in the UK, but it was his US debut that turned me on to him. It was For Pleasure in my opinion, even though it was not a smash hit sales wise, that spawned the Neo Soul movement in America. D'Angelo is often given the credit with his 1995 release Brown Sugar, because it eventually hit the mainstream in 1996 with the hit song Lady. But in London, Omar and his crew were dubbed the creators of what was called neo-classic soul before D'Angelo had a career. Well as fate would have it; Omar and all of his genius, never translated here in the US and D'Angelo is a legend. So here we are today and this discussion about two modern day soul geniuses doesn't matter because Robin Thicke is on tour with Mary J Blige and is the reigning "King of Soul," go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-1356426848627932731?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/1356426848627932731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=1356426848627932731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/1356426848627932731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/1356426848627932731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/10/king-of-soul.html' title='King of Soul'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOPCYjo8cNI/AAAAAAAAALE/qMzEC7puZ00/s72-c/20070306_robin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-2850157694059442699</id><published>2008-09-29T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:40:13.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afro Punk Cringe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/drrodgers/2681243521/" title="Afropunk by drrodgers2000, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2681243521_ecde2ee654_o.jpg" alt="Afropunk" height="420" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and photographer Dwayne Rodgers sent me this dope image that he made at the AfroPunk after party this summer; look at my weak ass straining to keep James Spooner up in the mosh pit. Damn, I'm getting old!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-2850157694059442699?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/2850157694059442699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=2850157694059442699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/2850157694059442699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/2850157694059442699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-friend-and-photographer-dwayne.html' title='Afro Punk Cringe'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-8208442114208148105</id><published>2008-09-29T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:01:48.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muxtape &amp; Francis and the Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOEV9diT5_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/EaysT7apRDk/s1600-h/AModernPromise-artwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOEV9diT5_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/EaysT7apRDk/s400/AModernPromise-artwork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251502786135451634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOEV9nYIcoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eCeX9xMN9yI/s1600-h/muxtape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOEV9nYIcoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eCeX9xMN9yI/s400/muxtape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251502788777112194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this band after reading the letter that Muxtape creator Justin Ouellette wrote about how major labels and the RIAA with their bureaucracies and non communication caused him to shut down what would have probably been the next big idea in digital music distribution. Well, if you get a chance to read the &lt;a href="http://www.muxtape.com/"&gt;letter&lt;/a&gt;; its a good lesson for those of us in this industry that both love music and are challenged with finding new and interesting ways of distributing and marketing it. The Muxtape story is a telling one; what it says is that major labels still feel like they can control the sharing of music and instead of finding creative ways to profit from the culture of music sharing they continue to fight for the outdated notion of copyright. As one who is in the business of selling music; I am all for getting paid for that which I have invested in, but there are a million ways to skin a cat. I believe artists and labels will get the long dollar from creating movement based brands based on individual artists, label brands, or associated movements that are defined by types of artists and music. Grow the brand and everyone from the fans to other corporate brands are going to want to patronize it. Anyway, thanks to Muxtape.com I found Francis &amp;amp; the Lights. Francis and the Lights are a mixture of Prince, Fine Young Cannibals, Roger Troutman, and Cold Play. You can download both of their EP's A Modern Promise and Striking for free &lt;a href="http://blog.francisandthelights.com/"&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After listening to both EP's all morning, I can say that they are officially one of my favorite new bands, check them out for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-8208442114208148105?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/8208442114208148105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=8208442114208148105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/8208442114208148105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/8208442114208148105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/09/muxtape-francis-and-lights.html' title='Muxtape &amp; Francis and the Lights'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SOEV9diT5_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/EaysT7apRDk/s72-c/AModernPromise-artwork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-6921870128690027216</id><published>2008-09-26T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:00:24.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You ever heard of?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SN26fU9HzUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YTzdDhCyiA4/s1600-h/Melba+Moore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SN26fU9HzUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YTzdDhCyiA4/s400/Melba+Moore.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250557787947650370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqY60HkbyTA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqY60HkbyTA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dnh7YmXSviY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dnh7YmXSviY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that there are certain personalities that are only famous in the black community? I don't think anyone outside of the black race knows who Melba Moore, Stacey Lattisaw, Evelyn Champagne King, Lavar Burton, The Sylvers, Kashif, Flip Wilson, Tina Marie, Peabo Bryson, Alexander Oneal or Della Reese is. If you are over 30 and non-black and you know who most of these people are; then you probably wear cufis and guayaberas and you are a purcussionist or guitar player in a neo-soul band. When you get around a large group of black people you often sound like Huggie Bear from Starsky and Hutch. If you are black and over 30 and haven't heard of these people then you are either in denial, were adopted by white people, or weren't born in this country. Either way you have no black friends have never dated a black person and you are basically Carlton from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Like it or not, if you know who these folks are, you can not escape your blackness, no matter how bougeousie you have become, what college you went to or what neighborhood you currently live in. I don't know why but something tickles me about this. I'm kinda proud to know who these people are. Somehow these folks were able to have careers based solely off of the patronage of black folks and even after they are no longer relevant in even mainstream black society they can still make money doing chitterling circuit plays at the Beacon Theater. Now that's self reliance, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-6921870128690027216?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6921870128690027216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=6921870128690027216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/6921870128690027216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/6921870128690027216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-ever-heard-of.html' title='You ever heard of?'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SN26fU9HzUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YTzdDhCyiA4/s72-c/Melba+Moore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-8999999152851987762</id><published>2008-09-26T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:08:24.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SN2MZjntNxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oWm8wKd6lCs/s1600-h/ghost-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SN2MZjntNxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oWm8wKd6lCs/s400/ghost-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250507111270266642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time this band comes up on my iPod on my shuffle I get excited. If you haven't heard this album you should head to your local digital download retailer and cop it right away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-8999999152851987762?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/8999999152851987762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=8999999152851987762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/8999999152851987762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/8999999152851987762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/09/apes.html' title='The Apes'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SN2MZjntNxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oWm8wKd6lCs/s72-c/ghost-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-9169598159834299125</id><published>2008-09-26T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:11:45.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SN1rZPW9O3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/_laSP0z1VUw/s1600-h/Christian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SN1rZPW9O3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/_laSP0z1VUw/s400/Christian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250470821947587442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend &lt;a href="http://www.brightmoments.org/"&gt;Christian Ericson&lt;/a&gt; has been going through a lot of changes due to a recent surprise pitfall in his romantic life. Sometimes the most insensitive of moments clash with very sensitive people and the explosion of emotions is volcanic. With Christian this is the case and he is dealing with it in his own way. He recently went to the Bahamas to unwind and be with friends. I have always admired Christians passion and his wanting to know himself in deeper ways through his relationships with others. He sent me this picture that he took of himself jumping into a pool with all of his clothes on. Now that's Christian, I hope that this one set back doesn't make him hesitate to jump in with his heart first once again, when the right thing presents itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-9169598159834299125?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/9169598159834299125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=9169598159834299125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/9169598159834299125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/9169598159834299125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/09/freedom.html' title='Freedom!!'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SN1rZPW9O3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/_laSP0z1VUw/s72-c/Christian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-3355344975777779494</id><published>2008-09-26T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:17:06.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment!</title><content type='html'>As I was walking home today from my morning swim I realized once again that all I have in this life is the moment. Who I am and how I view myself can often be swayed by those moments. My circumstances in life change rather quickly it seems; one day I am in the studio in Atlanta and soon after I am in Amsterdam. Sometimes like right now I am in a space where my life slows down and I have the opportunity to really ponder myself. By self I mean the many thoughts that I have and choices that I have made. I also mean the continuum of self love and hate that I may travel through from moment to moment subconsciously. Now that may sound extreme, but I have realized in my own self study that the ego is in a constant battle with your higher purpose and it is within that battle where love and hate reside subconsciously in regards to self. I am learning this, however the subtleties are so intricate that it is hard to recognize which end of that continuum I am on in the moment. The realization often comes in a moment of reflection. It's a beautiful struggle. The more and more I understand that I am evolving the more I can accept myself right now and the more faith I have in a higher power. The design of life and consciousness is so interesting to me. Anyway, in this particular moment I am battling fear which at the end of the day is a lack of faith. So there it is, and here I am; taking it all in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-3355344975777779494?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/3355344975777779494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=3355344975777779494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/3355344975777779494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/3355344975777779494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/09/moment.html' title='The Moment!'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-8177432447500420941</id><published>2008-09-26T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:29:18.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your numbers up!!</title><content type='html'>The fact that influential bloggers can make a gang of money is not exactly breaking news; however I found this really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GHSB1ttQtDw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GHSB1ttQtDw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-8177432447500420941?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/8177432447500420941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=8177432447500420941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/8177432447500420941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/8177432447500420941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-your-numbers-up.html' title='Get your numbers up!!'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-2653145600897629719</id><published>2008-09-25T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:41:18.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the answer is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SNwuhOoFHfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GExFT97TLk4/s1600-h/Shawnhewitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SNwuhOoFHfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GExFT97TLk4/s400/Shawnhewitt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250122414003920370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many urban black kids are picking up instruments again and expressing themselves without the stigmas and outside of the box of "urban" music. These kids are the Afropunkers and the ghetto metals; they are the blipsters and are creating a new sound in soul music. It's alternative, it's multi-genre and it's free. My friend Shawn Hewitt from Toronto is dropping an album called Spare Hearts on the 30th; but you can listen to the entire album streamed on My Space music. There it is, a case for My Space music. Maybe I was wrong, check the album out &lt;a href="http://ca.myspace.com/shawnhewitt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;; I highly recommend you a listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-2653145600897629719?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/2653145600897629719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=2653145600897629719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/2653145600897629719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/2653145600897629719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-answer-is.html' title='And the answer is....'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SNwuhOoFHfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GExFT97TLk4/s72-c/Shawnhewitt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-6673575654912652703</id><published>2008-09-25T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:29:13.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SNwOa63sojI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iuzWeKnTX1E/s1600-h/Russel_Rubin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SNwOa63sojI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iuzWeKnTX1E/s400/Russel_Rubin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250087121249411634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What ever happened to the days when it was embarrassing to be wack? When musical quality was competitive? I guess that still exists in many genres, but it urban music that has all but disappeared. What ever happened to being fresh? What's the next hip hop or bebop? What's the next fresh thing out of the urban community? Have poor people lost their imagination? We are moving into the next economic depression, that may create less distractions. When people are really poor again, will they regain that hunger for new expression. That's what hip hop was born out of.....what's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-6673575654912652703?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/6673575654912652703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=6673575654912652703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/6673575654912652703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/6673575654912652703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/09/wack.html' title='Next?'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SNwOa63sojI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iuzWeKnTX1E/s72-c/Russel_Rubin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18977345.post-8466778540217230368</id><published>2008-09-24T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:01:05.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Pitch</title><content type='html'>My little point and shoot can take video but without audio so please excuse me for this silent clip but I ask you to use your imagination. The guy on the left was pitching a new tune to singer Gregory Porter, the guy on the right. I decided to film it, just being a bit nosey; because I loved the rhythm of the conversation and I thought it befitting to watch that rhythm without the distraction of sound. 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There has been debate after debate conjecturing over My Space's model and whether or not they will include independent artists. First of all, iTunes still does 90% of the legal digital download business, why the iPod and it's Apple. Granted the Amazon digital music store is doing well, but amazon is a retail destination that sells many products; it's kind of the digital version of Wallmart without food, so buying MP3's from them is logical. People are used to doing business with Amazon. My Space is social network that has never been a retail destination and doesn't have a Zune like answer to the iPod. Infact My Space is chasing Facebook as a social network and is associated with 30 something year old cornballs. I can't remember the last time I checked my MySpace account but I use Facebook everyday, it's a better tool. In my opinion this move is too late, they could have competed 3 years ago when they were at the top of the digital food chain. So why do we need another digital music store, all of the same labels have their music up on Amazon and eMusic DRM free. People aren't going to start using their credit cards with a service they have habitually used for free for the last 5 years. I don't see the point or buy the hype.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18977345-3316354562994198499?l=shawnpeters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/feeds/3316354562994198499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18977345&amp;postID=3316354562994198499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/3316354562994198499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18977345/posts/default/3316354562994198499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnpeters.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-space.html' title='MySpace'/><author><name>Shawn P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676791171212755729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10228196897327259365'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNfyoVXIQx0/SNrlGTpitlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FDfSvooI1GI/s72-c/up-1myspace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>