Podcasts about Hood Rich

My audience was still somewhere in February, but it wouldn't stay there long. I had too many things to do— actual, adult things which required my attention. I might not be looking just at one lawsuit, but three; harassment and stalking against the neighbor girl, Negligence on behalf of the property management, and nuscience on behalf of the city— these weren't things I wanted to do— but they were things that were happening. I had basically been tortured inside of my apartment for the better half of two years and now was looking even more desperately to move. But where? Maybe, at this point, anywhere. I had applied for two other apartments but hadn't heard back. It was Saturday afternoon by the time I woke up again, because when I went to bed it was Saturday morning. After a mix tape and a few miles walk around Queens, I returned to the apartment that I loathed; never in nearly two years had I felt home, and now was no different. I sat in the bathtub for awhile knowing the next apartment might not have one; I looked at a place with stand up showers— it was a studio and almost nothing would fit in there but some of my books and my musical equipment, but I didn't care. More space, apparently for me— meant more shit. The more I excersised and ran around, the more likely I was to pick random things up that I wanted or needed. Sometimes new things— sometimes brand new with tags, which, besides the very cool Google swagger I had just been gifted, was the condition for picking up random stuff in New York. In two years I had filled an apartment with things I hadn't purchased, which sometimes used to linger with energies that were odd or foreign. I was too sensitive for New York— and I shouldn't be there. But really, I had no other alternatives. Stil I had found no certain purpose in being in the city, especially not on the bustling corner or noise, which I found remarkably, by walking just a mile east into queens, was a festering loud thoroughfare surrounded by actually clean and quiet neighborhoods with almost no cars, and no people at all. Hidden little places that looked like Queens— but being honest I didn't know. I got lost on purpose. When I returned I was unable to focus the rest of my energy into anything but a mix, which went well enough that I had decided at around the 27 minute mark to just pull the mix at 35– the limit for recordings entered into the contest I so hoped would rescue me into an employed citezin. All of my bills were overdue, and I had no real intention or way of paying them— how can I pay money I don't have. Some of the companies were predatory— an internet service provider I had ordered upon moving to the building that I had cancelled after realizing that there was always an “outage”, promising lower rates than of course were on the bill once it came— and bills for everything else from this to that, and the return of my student loans. ‘Haha' I thought. ‘Jokes on you.' But it wasn't a joke. If anyone or anything was trying to kill me, it was the corporate world, and unfortunately I didn't just squeeze into one of their conformed and comfortable little boxes. I worked long hard hours on my music and my projects— on my writing. I just wasn't getting paid. I didn't see myself at fault for being naturally creative and prone to the trauma that made me feel as if the world owed me something for having endured it rather than I owing it. How could I really owe anything to anyone? Have you met my parents? Someone besides God saw me take a beating from the ex, and in my humble opinion yhet kid—my only witness— might as well have had a high enough throne to have been a king himself by now. ‘I got guardian angels. I'll be alright.' My dreams in the early hours of Saturday morning were weird, but not weird enough that I wanted to share with my audience. In fact, in days, I hadn't felt like saying much of anything. More mixes would have to suffice for the long peloton rides, which meant they had to be an hour— but first, I had to make sure the last one would fit for the contest, I wasn't like the other entrants, I was sure of it, but I could at least play the part— I had taken some savings I'd stashed and all of the money in my comedy wallet to deposit instead of having cash on hand— this might be better, I thought. I hadn't been running, and effectively so my life was kind of crumbling. Then, the noise had been making me a certain kind of sick— and there was only one solution I had yet to really try. I always felt horrible going out in New York— because I was poor. In New York, even thr poor people made it an obsession to look rich, or Hoodrich, which I always found foolish— but after two years of being shamed for wearing ragged gettups and jogging suits everywhere— not fashionable jogging suits, but sauna suits to encourage more sweating to battle the toxic forces of the city itself— I had learned that when it came to at least trying to market onesself— one's art and one's project's one must at least look acceptable to the kinds of people worth interesting or inspiring. These were not the people on my block, but otherwise elsewhere. After two years in, I needed to go out. But first was a digital monster to tame— removing five years of work from the internet had so far not been a daily expenditure, but had taken weeks, almost as if the simulation and the algorithm were fighting me with slow internet and distractions in order to maintain the world that I had come from— but fuck that. I just as well wanted to set the world on fire just as much as everything in it— and it might have been that as I cleaned up for just to happened to be record of severe torture— homelessness, chaos, shifting from place to place, never having a steady home and then finally to have a roof over my head but to battle hundreds of motorcycles circling what was supposed to be my home alerted me to a deeper problem— the fact was, though healthy and fit as I had forced myself to become, there was always something fighting me. Now instead of homelessness itself or the jealous or mentally unstable roommates I had faced in the years before moving into the apartment, it was hundreds of men on motorcycles who didn't just like to ride them, but liked to ride them loudly, right across the street from my apartment where I was expected to make everything I had written, everything I had planned, and all the work I had done come to life— this wasn't just noise I could ignore. Of course, it was the vibrational pain that caused more damage to the nerves itself. This noise caused actual pain. It's hard to spend two years in pain after spending 30 years in pain. My body, my psyche, and my spirit was tired. I had left my mother's antics for an equally as humiliating sort of abuse— perhaps because that's the kind of “love” I was used to. But it wasn't— now I was healthy and almost somewhat independent. Somewhat. There were still miles to run, and battles to conquer; only I didn't want to. Asking the city to compensate me for sending me into an apartment adjacent from 5 garages felt unsafe— but it made me wonder why anybody else hadn't done what I was about it. I obviously had waited this long just expecting for it to stop— but it hadn't; so I began to see the noise as more of a blessing than a curse. Perhaps by making these reports, I was doing somebody a favor; at the very least karmically I expected the favor to be returned. And here yet, bills that hadn't technically existed appeared out of nowhere and I had no means of paying them. I had no real job or steady income and the money I did make was almost always to ensure that my hygienic needs were met: another reason I felt I didn't belong in New York. I didn't understand filling trees with trash. I didn't understand littering— after once being scolded for it as a young person, this was behavior that I had stopped; but here was a city full of apparently grown people that didn't know any better! Fuck that! Now being awake this long my dreams didn't really seem to matter— only my problems. I needed to find another apartment, and fast— in a neighborhood that wasn't plagued with the same issues. But here was the conundrum— how was I going to afford to live in a clean and quiet neighborhood. I knew they existed, but as far as I had been told when I first arrived to New York, it simply was less likely allowed. I loved Manhattan. I had been told explicitly by several people. ‘That's not for us.' But why was I us? In other and more bizzare news, the not suprise realization that it was once again Saturday came to me in a dream. Lorne Micheals liked my sketch, whatever that meant— and it wasn't too bizzare to have seen either Tina Fey or Amy Poehler or even Jimmy Fallon amongst them; they were long gone from Saturday night, but this was my cast. Besides, even in this odd dream that felt surreal and out of place, they were no longer on the show— but scouting for it. I had been scouted; Lorne Liked my sketch, but it came with a speech. It was strange, and though provoking— something about my father running out of time. Must have been my subconscious on the lookout for the way to visit the family, but I was stretched so thin trying to make anything work that nothing did. I went paying for promotions— but business cards, monthly website subscriptions, bills, and the ever growing cost of soap just kept piling up. Then, when I had finally realized I was down to nothing but one bra and socks with holes in them, springing for spandex running wear and sport protein seemed like the move; oh, and vitamins. I had been extra increasingly tired, and though for the most part the motor speedway just beyond my window was to blame, Speaking of motor speedway, it was oddly quiet for 3:00 PM on a Saturday… Then again, the property management was asking me to pay a bill that hadn't existed until— you guessed it— my birthday— and was now threatening eviction upon receipt of the notice. The first notice came close enough to May that it made me wonder why it had been placed on the roster on my birthday in March, and I was just now hearing about it on a Friday afternoon at closing time with the threat that I would be removed from my apartment— a threat I cared almost nothing about due to the persistent motorcycles and cars buzzing around for a year— but now, suddenly they were gone. Usually Saturdays were the worst days of all of them, and suddenly, they weren't circling at all; maybe it had been a set up all along, or even the devil itself; now the devil didn't have to torture me with the sounds of unhappy men with little to no power besides that of the horsepower beneath them so much so that it had become the world's problem to endure such pain as by the hundreds of them pouring out every day over the last two years— now the property management wanted to threaten eviction, but in the technical sense they were wrong; on paper, and otherwise, however, I wasn't going to fight to stay in an apartment I hated! Again, I saw what might have been some kind of evil demonic curse as a blessing instead and looked upon the hundreds of recordings over the last five years. Recordings I had made sleeping in my car, in hostels, in a tent in the Pacific Palisades— recordings I had made in homeless shelters and sleeping in 24-hour gym saunas. Recordings i had shared with the world and now was taking down, because somehow, it felt as if the world liked me better homeless— as if my constant struggle and trauma and suffering was just a source of entertainment for some; political fuel for others to use against me in the skewed perception that I was preaching or on some kind of side. But I was on no kind of side— I was on my side, and the only solace I really had was that God was also on my side, because whatever had been the motorcycles, and the mind games, and the property management's oversight had been the devil. Whatever had been the slamming doors and the lack of peace and the inability to make music in a space that was supposed to be mine— whatever was going against my good, was evil. I didn't want to see it at that, but in some of the wreckage I had lost my shine— in the fight I had somehow been stripped of my power, my will to live, my right to be human. The peace and sanity of having a place to call home— I hadn't had that. I had, however, a voice and random assortments of instruments. I had writings and comedy speeches and monologues— I had mixtapes and albums, and the creative drive of an artistic genius. I just didn't have money— and in New York, that somehow made me the enemy. Death of A Superstar DJ Tears of A Clown Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

My audience was still somewhere in February, but it wouldn't stay there long. I had too many things to do— actual, adult things which required my attention. I might not be looking just at one lawsuit, but three; harassment and stalking against the neighbor girl, Negligence on behalf of the property management, and nuscience on behalf of the city— these weren't things I wanted to do— but they were things that were happening. I had basically been tortured inside of my apartment for the better half of two years and now was looking even more desperately to move. But where? Maybe, at this point, anywhere. I had applied for two other apartments but hadn't heard back. It was Saturday afternoon by the time I woke up again, because when I went to bed it was Saturday morning. After a mix tape and a few miles walk around Queens, I returned to the apartment that I loathed; never in nearly two years had I felt home, and now was no different. I sat in the bathtub for awhile knowing the next apartment might not have one; I looked at a place with stand up showers— it was a studio and almost nothing would fit in there but some of my books and my musical equipment, but I didn't care. More space, apparently for me— meant more shit. The more I excersised and ran around, the more likely I was to pick random things up that I wanted or needed. Sometimes new things— sometimes brand new with tags, which, besides the very cool Google swagger I had just been gifted, was the condition for picking up random stuff in New York. In two years I had filled an apartment with things I hadn't purchased, which sometimes used to linger with energies that were odd or foreign. I was too sensitive for New York— and I shouldn't be there. But really, I had no other alternatives. Stil I had found no certain purpose in being in the city, especially not on the bustling corner or noise, which I found remarkably, by walking just a mile east into queens, was a festering loud thoroughfare surrounded by actually clean and quiet neighborhoods with almost no cars, and no people at all. Hidden little places that looked like Queens— but being honest I didn't know. I got lost on purpose. When I returned I was unable to focus the rest of my energy into anything but a mix, which went well enough that I had decided at around the 27 minute mark to just pull the mix at 35– the limit for recordings entered into the contest I so hoped would rescue me into an employed citezin. All of my bills were overdue, and I had no real intention or way of paying them— how can I pay money I don't have. Some of the companies were predatory— an internet service provider I had ordered upon moving to the building that I had cancelled after realizing that there was always an “outage”, promising lower rates than of course were on the bill once it came— and bills for everything else from this to that, and the return of my student loans. ‘Haha' I thought. ‘Jokes on you.' But it wasn't a joke. If anyone or anything was trying to kill me, it was the corporate world, and unfortunately I didn't just squeeze into one of their conformed and comfortable little boxes. I worked long hard hours on my music and my projects— on my writing. I just wasn't getting paid. I didn't see myself at fault for being naturally creative and prone to the trauma that made me feel as if the world owed me something for having endured it rather than I owing it. How could I really owe anything to anyone? Have you met my parents? Someone besides God saw me take a beating from the ex, and in my humble opinion yhet kid—my only witness— might as well have had a high enough throne to have been a king himself by now. ‘I got guardian angels. I'll be alright.' My dreams in the early hours of Saturday morning were weird, but not weird enough that I wanted to share with my audience. In fact, in days, I hadn't felt like saying much of anything. More mixes would have to suffice for the long peloton rides, which meant they had to be an hour— but first, I had to make sure the last one would fit for the contest, I wasn't like the other entrants, I was sure of it, but I could at least play the part— I had taken some savings I'd stashed and all of the money in my comedy wallet to deposit instead of having cash on hand— this might be better, I thought. I hadn't been running, and effectively so my life was kind of crumbling. Then, the noise had been making me a certain kind of sick— and there was only one solution I had yet to really try. I always felt horrible going out in New York— because I was poor. In New York, even thr poor people made it an obsession to look rich, or Hoodrich, which I always found foolish— but after two years of being shamed for wearing ragged gettups and jogging suits everywhere— not fashionable jogging suits, but sauna suits to encourage more sweating to battle the toxic forces of the city itself— I had learned that when it came to at least trying to market onesself— one's art and one's project's one must at least look acceptable to the kinds of people worth interesting or inspiring. These were not the people on my block, but otherwise elsewhere. After two years in, I needed to go out. But first was a digital monster to tame— removing five years of work from the internet had so far not been a daily expenditure, but had taken weeks, almost as if the simulation and the algorithm were fighting me with slow internet and distractions in order to maintain the world that I had come from— but fuck that. I just as well wanted to set the world on fire just as much as everything in it— and it might have been that as I cleaned up for just to happened to be record of severe torture— homelessness, chaos, shifting from place to place, never having a steady home and then finally to have a roof over my head but to battle hundreds of motorcycles circling what was supposed to be my home alerted me to a deeper problem— the fact was, though healthy and fit as I had forced myself to become, there was always something fighting me. Now instead of homelessness itself or the jealous or mentally unstable roommates I had faced in the years before moving into the apartment, it was hundreds of men on motorcycles who didn't just like to ride them, but liked to ride them loudly, right across the street from my apartment where I was expected to make everything I had written, everything I had planned, and all the work I had done come to life— this wasn't just noise I could ignore. Of course, it was the vibrational pain that caused more damage to the nerves itself. This noise caused actual pain. It's hard to spend two years in pain after spending 30 years in pain. My body, my psyche, and my spirit was tired. I had left my mother's antics for an equally as humiliating sort of abuse— perhaps because that's the kind of “love” I was used to. But it wasn't— now I was healthy and almost somewhat independent. Somewhat. There were still miles to run, and battles to conquer; only I didn't want to. Asking the city to compensate me for sending me into an apartment adjacent from 5 garages felt unsafe— but it made me wonder why anybody else hadn't done what I was about it. I obviously had waited this long just expecting for it to stop— but it hadn't; so I began to see the noise as more of a blessing than a curse. Perhaps by making these reports, I was doing somebody a favor; at the very least karmically I expected the favor to be returned. And here yet, bills that hadn't technically existed appeared out of nowhere and I had no means of paying them. I had no real job or steady income and the money I did make was almost always to ensure that my hygienic needs were met: another reason I felt I didn't belong in New York. I didn't understand filling trees with trash. I didn't understand littering— after once being scolded for it as a young person, this was behavior that I had stopped; but here was a city full of apparently grown people that didn't know any better! Fuck that! Now being awake this long my dreams didn't really seem to matter— only my problems. I needed to find another apartment, and fast— in a neighborhood that wasn't plagued with the same issues. But here was the conundrum— how was I going to afford to live in a clean and quiet neighborhood. I knew they existed, but as far as I had been told when I first arrived to New York, it simply was less likely allowed. I loved Manhattan. I had been told explicitly by several people. ‘That's not for us.' But why was I us? In other and more bizzare news, the not suprise realization that it was once again Saturday came to me in a dream. Lorne Micheals liked my sketch, whatever that meant— and it wasn't too bizzare to have seen either Tina Fey or Amy Poehler or even Jimmy Fallon amongst them; they were long gone from Saturday night, but this was my cast. Besides, even in this odd dream that felt surreal and out of place, they were no longer on the show— but scouting for it. I had been scouted; Lorne Liked my sketch, but it came with a speech. It was strange, and though provoking— something about my father running out of time. Must have been my subconscious on the lookout for the way to visit the family, but I was stretched so thin trying to make anything work that nothing did. I went paying for promotions— but business cards, monthly website subscriptions, bills, and the ever growing cost of soap just kept piling up. Then, when I had finally realized I was down to nothing but one bra and socks with holes in them, springing for spandex running wear and sport protein seemed like the move; oh, and vitamins. I had been extra increasingly tired, and though for the most part the motor speedway just beyond my window was to blame, Speaking of motor speedway, it was oddly quiet for 3:00 PM on a Saturday… Then again, the property management was asking me to pay a bill that hadn't existed until— you guessed it— my birthday— and was now threatening eviction upon receipt of the notice. The first notice came close enough to May that it made me wonder why it had been placed on the roster on my birthday in March, and I was just now hearing about it on a Friday afternoon at closing time with the threat that I would be removed from my apartment— a threat I cared almost nothing about due to the persistent motorcycles and cars buzzing around for a year— but now, suddenly they were gone. Usually Saturdays were the worst days of all of them, and suddenly, they weren't circling at all; maybe it had been a set up all along, or even the devil itself; now the devil didn't have to torture me with the sounds of unhappy men with little to no power besides that of the horsepower beneath them so much so that it had become the world's problem to endure such pain as by the hundreds of them pouring out every day over the last two years— now the property management wanted to threaten eviction, but in the technical sense they were wrong; on paper, and otherwise, however, I wasn't going to fight to stay in an apartment I hated! Again, I saw what might have been some kind of evil demonic curse as a blessing instead and looked upon the hundreds of recordings over the last five years. Recordings I had made sleeping in my car, in hostels, in a tent in the Pacific Palisades— recordings I had made in homeless shelters and sleeping in 24-hour gym saunas. Recordings i had shared with the world and now was taking down, because somehow, it felt as if the world liked me better homeless— as if my constant struggle and trauma and suffering was just a source of entertainment for some; political fuel for others to use against me in the skewed perception that I was preaching or on some kind of side. But I was on no kind of side— I was on my side, and the only solace I really had was that God was also on my side, because whatever had been the motorcycles, and the mind games, and the property management's oversight had been the devil. Whatever had been the slamming doors and the lack of peace and the inability to make music in a space that was supposed to be mine— whatever was going against my good, was evil. I didn't want to see it at that, but in some of the wreckage I had lost my shine— in the fight I had somehow been stripped of my power, my will to live, my right to be human. The peace and sanity of having a place to call home— I hadn't had that. I had, however, a voice and random assortments of instruments. I had writings and comedy speeches and monologues— I had mixtapes and albums, and the creative drive of an artistic genius. I just didn't have money— and in New York, that somehow made me the enemy. Death of A Superstar DJ Tears of A Clown Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

My audience was still somewhere in February, but it wouldn't stay there long. I had too many things to do— actual, adult things which required my attention. I might not be looking just at one lawsuit, but three; harassment and stalking against the neighbor girl, Negligence on behalf of the property management, and nuscience on behalf of the city— these weren't things I wanted to do— but they were things that were happening. I had basically been tortured inside of my apartment for the better half of two years and now was looking even more desperately to move. But where? Maybe, at this point, anywhere. I had applied for two other apartments but hadn't heard back. It was Saturday afternoon by the time I woke up again, because when I went to bed it was Saturday morning. After a mix tape and a few miles walk around Queens, I returned to the apartment that I loathed; never in nearly two years had I felt home, and now was no different. I sat in the bathtub for awhile knowing the next apartment might not have one; I looked at a place with stand up showers— it was a studio and almost nothing would fit in there but some of my books and my musical equipment, but I didn't care. More space, apparently for me— meant more shit. The more I excersised and ran around, the more likely I was to pick random things up that I wanted or needed. Sometimes new things— sometimes brand new with tags, which, besides the very cool Google swagger I had just been gifted, was the condition for picking up random stuff in New York. In two years I had filled an apartment with things I hadn't purchased, which sometimes used to linger with energies that were odd or foreign. I was too sensitive for New York— and I shouldn't be there. But really, I had no other alternatives. Stil I had found no certain purpose in being in the city, especially not on the bustling corner or noise, which I found remarkably, by walking just a mile east into queens, was a festering loud thoroughfare surrounded by actually clean and quiet neighborhoods with almost no cars, and no people at all. Hidden little places that looked like Queens— but being honest I didn't know. I got lost on purpose. When I returned I was unable to focus the rest of my energy into anything but a mix, which went well enough that I had decided at around the 27 minute mark to just pull the mix at 35– the limit for recordings entered into the contest I so hoped would rescue me into an employed citezin. All of my bills were overdue, and I had no real intention or way of paying them— how can I pay money I don't have. Some of the companies were predatory— an internet service provider I had ordered upon moving to the building that I had cancelled after realizing that there was always an “outage”, promising lower rates than of course were on the bill once it came— and bills for everything else from this to that, and the return of my student loans. ‘Haha' I thought. ‘Jokes on you.' But it wasn't a joke. If anyone or anything was trying to kill me, it was the corporate world, and unfortunately I didn't just squeeze into one of their conformed and comfortable little boxes. I worked long hard hours on my music and my projects— on my writing. I just wasn't getting paid. I didn't see myself at fault for being naturally creative and prone to the trauma that made me feel as if the world owed me something for having endured it rather than I owing it. How could I really owe anything to anyone? Have you met my parents? Someone besides God saw me take a beating from the ex, and in my humble opinion yhet kid—my only witness— might as well have had a high enough throne to have been a king himself by now. ‘I got guardian angels. I'll be alright.' My dreams in the early hours of Saturday morning were weird, but not weird enough that I wanted to share with my audience. In fact, in days, I hadn't felt like saying much of anything. More mixes would have to suffice for the long peloton rides, which meant they had to be an hour— but first, I had to make sure the last one would fit for the contest, I wasn't like the other entrants, I was sure of it, but I could at least play the part— I had taken some savings I'd stashed and all of the money in my comedy wallet to deposit instead of having cash on hand— this might be better, I thought. I hadn't been running, and effectively so my life was kind of crumbling. Then, the noise had been making me a certain kind of sick— and there was only one solution I had yet to really try. I always felt horrible going out in New York— because I was poor. In New York, even thr poor people made it an obsession to look rich, or Hoodrich, which I always found foolish— but after two years of being shamed for wearing ragged gettups and jogging suits everywhere— not fashionable jogging suits, but sauna suits to encourage more sweating to battle the toxic forces of the city itself— I had learned that when it came to at least trying to market onesself— one's art and one's project's one must at least look acceptable to the kinds of people worth interesting or inspiring. These were not the people on my block, but otherwise elsewhere. After two years in, I needed to go out. But first was a digital monster to tame— removing five years of work from the internet had so far not been a daily expenditure, but had taken weeks, almost as if the simulation and the algorithm were fighting me with slow internet and distractions in order to maintain the world that I had come from— but fuck that. I just as well wanted to set the world on fire just as much as everything in it— and it might have been that as I cleaned up for just to happened to be record of severe torture— homelessness, chaos, shifting from place to place, never having a steady home and then finally to have a roof over my head but to battle hundreds of motorcycles circling what was supposed to be my home alerted me to a deeper problem— the fact was, though healthy and fit as I had forced myself to become, there was always something fighting me. Now instead of homelessness itself or the jealous or mentally unstable roommates I had faced in the years before moving into the apartment, it was hundreds of men on motorcycles who didn't just like to ride them, but liked to ride them loudly, right across the street from my apartment where I was expected to make everything I had written, everything I had planned, and all the work I had done come to life— this wasn't just noise I could ignore. Of course, it was the vibrational pain that caused more damage to the nerves itself. This noise caused actual pain. It's hard to spend two years in pain after spending 30 years in pain. My body, my psyche, and my spirit was tired. I had left my mother's antics for an equally as humiliating sort of abuse— perhaps because that's the kind of “love” I was used to. But it wasn't— now I was healthy and almost somewhat independent. Somewhat. There were still miles to run, and battles to conquer; only I didn't want to. Asking the city to compensate me for sending me into an apartment adjacent from 5 garages felt unsafe— but it made me wonder why anybody else hadn't done what I was about it. I obviously had waited this long just expecting for it to stop— but it hadn't; so I began to see the noise as more of a blessing than a curse. Perhaps by making these reports, I was doing somebody a favor; at the very least karmically I expected the favor to be returned. And here yet, bills that hadn't technically existed appeared out of nowhere and I had no means of paying them. I had no real job or steady income and the money I did make was almost always to ensure that my hygienic needs were met: another reason I felt I didn't belong in New York. I didn't understand filling trees with trash. I didn't understand littering— after once being scolded for it as a young person, this was behavior that I had stopped; but here was a city full of apparently grown people that didn't know any better! Fuck that! Now being awake this long my dreams didn't really seem to matter— only my problems. I needed to find another apartment, and fast— in a neighborhood that wasn't plagued with the same issues. But here was the conundrum— how was I going to afford to live in a clean and quiet neighborhood. I knew they existed, but as far as I had been told when I first arrived to New York, it simply was less likely allowed. I loved Manhattan. I had been told explicitly by several people. ‘That's not for us.' But why was I us? In other and more bizzare news, the not suprise realization that it was once again Saturday came to me in a dream. Lorne Micheals liked my sketch, whatever that meant— and it wasn't too bizzare to have seen either Tina Fey or Amy Poehler or even Jimmy Fallon amongst them; they were long gone from Saturday night, but this was my cast. Besides, even in this odd dream that felt surreal and out of place, they were no longer on the show— but scouting for it. I had been scouted; Lorne Liked my sketch, but it came with a speech. It was strange, and though provoking— something about my father running out of time. Must have been my subconscious on the lookout for the way to visit the family, but I was stretched so thin trying to make anything work that nothing did. I went paying for promotions— but business cards, monthly website subscriptions, bills, and the ever growing cost of soap just kept piling up. Then, when I had finally realized I was down to nothing but one bra and socks with holes in them, springing for spandex running wear and sport protein seemed like the move; oh, and vitamins. I had been extra increasingly tired, and though for the most part the motor speedway just beyond my window was to blame, Speaking of motor speedway, it was oddly quiet for 3:00 PM on a Saturday… Then again, the property management was asking me to pay a bill that hadn't existed until— you guessed it— my birthday— and was now threatening eviction upon receipt of the notice. The first notice came close enough to May that it made me wonder why it had been placed on the roster on my birthday in March, and I was just now hearing about it on a Friday afternoon at closing time with the threat that I would be removed from my apartment— a threat I cared almost nothing about due to the persistent motorcycles and cars buzzing around for a year— but now, suddenly they were gone. Usually Saturdays were the worst days of all of them, and suddenly, they weren't circling at all; maybe it had been a set up all along, or even the devil itself; now the devil didn't have to torture me with the sounds of unhappy men with little to no power besides that of the horsepower beneath them so much so that it had become the world's problem to endure such pain as by the hundreds of them pouring out every day over the last two years— now the property management wanted to threaten eviction, but in the technical sense they were wrong; on paper, and otherwise, however, I wasn't going to fight to stay in an apartment I hated! Again, I saw what might have been some kind of evil demonic curse as a blessing instead and looked upon the hundreds of recordings over the last five years. Recordings I had made sleeping in my car, in hostels, in a tent in the Pacific Palisades— recordings I had made in homeless shelters and sleeping in 24-hour gym saunas. Recordings i had shared with the world and now was taking down, because somehow, it felt as if the world liked me better homeless— as if my constant struggle and trauma and suffering was just a source of entertainment for some; political fuel for others to use against me in the skewed perception that I was preaching or on some kind of side. But I was on no kind of side— I was on my side, and the only solace I really had was that God was also on my side, because whatever had been the motorcycles, and the mind games, and the property management's oversight had been the devil. Whatever had been the slamming doors and the lack of peace and the inability to make music in a space that was supposed to be mine— whatever was going against my good, was evil. I didn't want to see it at that, but in some of the wreckage I had lost my shine— in the fight I had somehow been stripped of my power, my will to live, my right to be human. The peace and sanity of having a place to call home— I hadn't had that. I had, however, a voice and random assortments of instruments. I had writings and comedy speeches and monologues— I had mixtapes and albums, and the creative drive of an artistic genius. I just didn't have money— and in New York, that somehow made me the enemy. Death of A Superstar DJ Tears of A Clown Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

On this episode of the DJs Need Love 2 Podcast hosted by DJ Battio and DJ Monae, Atlanta's Own DJ Pretty Boy Tank stopped by the Studio to talk about the DJ culture. Considered one of the OG's DJs, Tank spoke in depth about his come up in the music business as a DJ. Never before told stories about some of your favorite hiphop songs, artists and night clubs. Pretty Boy Tank talked about about dealing with the death of his close friend and artist Rich Homie Quan as well as other Atlanta legends such as Bank Roll Fresh whom have passed on. With some much experience and time spent behind the turntables , DJ Pretty Boy Tank continues to light up nightclubs and tours to this date. Honorable mentions include DJ Screams, Hood Rich, DJ Holiday and more. Please remember to drop a comment if you enjoy this interview and subscribe to the show. Connect with us on all podcast platforms

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“I just wanna be a nobody with money” ~ RX Hector  Clarkston, GA rapper RX Hector skips class with Lalaa Shepard of The Progress Report to speak about his prison bids and doing time in a level 5, growing up with all sisters, past hoop dreams ending after getting sh*t 3 times in Highschool, Drugrixh name switch to RX, coming up with Hoodrich Pablo Juan in 2016, independent journey, spending over 100,000 on jewelry, and staying focused on his music career.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome back to another episode of Topic Tuesdays!  This week I'm joined by the inspirational founder of the UK's largest streetwear brand Hoodrich!  Join me, Jay and Brooke as we discuss everything from start-up life, running a business whilst being in a relationship and much much more!  If you haven't done so already subscribe to the channel and hit that notification bell to be notified when new episodes of Topic Tuesdays go live Listen to the FULL PODCAST and follow us on:  Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/show/3FvwQCKymQIdRtznGoD84P?si=151a8c93918f49d5 Apple Podcasts - https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/topic-tuesdays-by-lucy-may/id1712011073 Tiktok - https://www.tiktok.com/@topic.tuesdays Instagram -   www.instagram.com/_lucymayfinnegan Follow Jay: Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/jayywavess/?hl=en Follow Brooke: Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/brooklynsadex/?hl=en

As far as scandals go, the one brewing over at The Whittaker group is by far the most interesting as James Whitner has been named in a $32 Million Reselling Allegation. While he is currently not the person under arrest his brands Social Status and A Ma Maniere have been roped into this allegation as a supposed vehicle for money laundering. It will be interesting to see how this case develops and if any of their partners/supporters react to this. Joe Freshgood's may have come through with a 90th minute screamer of an entry for shoe of the year with the 1998 Pack inspired by the movie 'Belly' which came out in 1998. And Iconix have just acquired a majority stake in Hoodrich founded by Birmingham based Jay Williams in a reported '8-9 figure deal'. Bolu, Eman and Michael also give their opinion on the recently released New Balance x Patta 991 v2's and if there was a head to head between JFG's 1998 x New Balance pack and Samuel Ross's ACW x Nike TN's who would win? Be sure to tap with TheStockroom on all platforms! https://linktr.ee/thestockroomuk For all enquiries email us on: thestockroompod@gmail.com Follow our personal platforms too: Eman: https://www.instagram.com/emansgram_ Michael: https://www.instagram.com/them1show Bolu: https://www.instagram.com/boluthebear

Interview by Haze   / mike_tall   We recently sat down with Hoodrich Keem for an exclusive “Off The Porch” interview! During our in-depth conversation he talked about his upbringing in Greenville South Carolina, starting off DJing at a strip club when he was 15, jumping off the porch when he was 12, selling mixtapes in the 4th grade, moving to Atlanta when he was 18, building connections on Twitter, DJ Plugg & DJ Spinz showing him love when he touched down in the city, connection with Hoodrich, building a relationship with Rich Homie Quan which lead to him touring with him, hosting Metro Boomin's '19 & Boomin' mixtape, putting together the legendary ‘Lobby Runners' mixtape, Peewee Longway's personality making him a believer in his music, meeting the Migos at Gucci Mane's studio, his close relationship with Young Dolph since he was 17, reveals he has never been offered a job as an A&R despite breaking so many artists, shares some of his favorite memories with Dolph, Metro plugging him with A$AP Yams, building a close friendship with him, DJ Bandz linking him with Fredo Santana for the ‘Walking Legend' mixtape, hosting 21 Savage's first tape ‘The Slaughter Tape', pulling up in PDE to meet Young Nudy, hosting his first 3 mixtapes, wanting to start a podcast, explains why he doesn't like to DJ in clubs, marketing himself, Backwoods showing him love, explains how he got into making beats, Wheezy helping him when he first started, his thoughts on the mixtape era ending, working with his favorite artist Starlito, going to Japan with Gunna for a show & pop-up, explains how he locked in with Babyface Ray in 2016, his merch brand ‘Slurred Words', and much more! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week on the podcast we're joined by Australian Rapper Hoodrich Hefner, a.k.a Caleb Valeri. In this episode, the two dive into Hoodrich's career, his visions for the future, and a candid discussion on the contentious issue of artists with ‘gang ties' being barred from performing. Follow The Stick Up on Instagram and TikTok Follow Russell Manser on Instagram and TikTok Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

“We wasn't as cocky as we needed to be” ~ Rockstar Marqo [speaking about the Hoodrich & MPR movement] East Atlanta artist Rockstar Marqo skips class with Lalaa Shepard of The Progress Report to speak about starting the MPR movement (Money Power Respect) with Hoodrich Pablo Juan, mixing rap and rock, changes in Atlanta demographics, Hoodrich influencing the music industry but not receiving credit, thoughts on Drugrixh Hect, RX, Yung Mal, Quill, and Lil Wop, Hoodrich Pablo Juan signing with Gucci Mane and 1017, fatherhood and co-parenting with rapper Bali Baby, and his solo project ‘Rated R' and collab EP '36 Gunz & Roses' with Jose Guapo.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

B High sits down with Hoodrich Rip to talk about Forming Hoodrich With Dj Scream, Working With Future, Gucci, Rocko, Young Thug, Young Dolph, RICO Cases with HoodRich Pablo & Thugger and more Follow @bhightv and @bhighatl --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/b-high-atl/support

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HARTDANCE RADIO by Alex Hart Subscribe on my YouTube chanel → www.youtube.com/ALEXHARTDJ Join me on Facebook → www.facebook.com/djalexhart/ Listen Apple Podcasts: itunes.apple.com/ru/podcast/dj… Follow Alex Hart: www.vk.com/djalexhart www.instagram.com/djalexhart www.facebook.com/djalexhart www.twitter.com/djalexhart Donate: www.donationalerts.com/r/djale… 0. INTRO 1. BYOR & Shift K3y - Whistle (Extended Mix) [Spinnin' Records] 2. ACT ON - NRG (Original Mix) [Make 'Em Move] 3. Wax Motif & KURA - Lo Que Soy (Original Mix) [Insomniac Records] 4. Gian Varela - Wataqui (feat. Martina Camargo) [Extended Mix] 5. Jay Robinson & NOISES - Bigger Better Badder (Extended Mix) [Darklight Recordings] 6. BRKLYN - Rock With Me (Extended Mix) [Dim Mak] 7. Bruno Blanc, Holmes John & Tom Evans - You Gonna Want Me (feat. Mack Moses) (Extended Mix) [EXCEED] 8. Disco Fries, Reigns - Another World (Extended Mix) [Liftoff Recordings] 9. Ragash - Feel The Energy (Extended Mix) [Tiger Records] 10. Acina - Deja Vu (Extended Mix) [Panther's Groove] 11. Lowee - 2 Da Beat (Extended Mix) [Sirup Records] 12. Steff da Campo - Alright (NOME. Remix) [SPRS] 13. YREDEF, Boust - Vamos (Extended Mix) [lowmid] 14. SIDEPIECE - Stimulate (Extended Mix) [Big Beat] 15. 3Beat - Bhangra (Extended Mix) [Smash Deep] 16. Hood Rich & The Melody Men - Sun Is High (Extended Mix) [The Myth Of NYX] 17. BVRNOUT x Kris Kiss - Rave (Never Givin' Up) (Extended Mix) [Actuation] 18. CMC$ - Safari (Extended Mix) 19. Dennis Cartier, Dylan Soares - Suave (Extended Mix) [Sinphony] 20. TI7OV - Do My Thing (Extended Mix) [Luxury Night] 21. TELYKAST - Move It (with Luciana) (Extended Mix) [Spinnin' Records] 22. GUMMiBEAR, SAVI - Not Coming Down (feat. Jae-Mi) (Extended Mix) [Dharma Music]

Spinning latest tech house, bass house, and techno tunes from artists and labels around the World. https://www.instagram.com/gezvolt/ https://www.facebook.com/djgezvolt/ https://soundcloud.com/eugene-gezvolt Fresh Tech Cuts with Gezvolt EP21 Tracklist 1. Tom Budin & Castion - Around Me [IN / ROTATION] 2. FREAK ON - Keep My Cool [hau5trap] 3. Dubdogz, Mojjo - La Pinga [Chorou Records] 4. BIIANCO - This Beat Is Gonna Eat Me Alive [Venice Music] 5. Capital Mood & Ferrer - Pasinho [Gezvolt Records] 6. Bruno Blanc, Holmes John & Tom Evans - You Gonna Want Me (feat. Mack Moses) [EXCEED] 7. Return Of The Jaded - Da Realm [Jaded Recordings] 8. MITR!X & Paul Novox - I Don't Give A [Gezvolt Records] 9. Hood Rich & The Melody Men - Sun Is High [The Myth Of NYX] 10. The Shooters, Quinten Circle - The Next Episode [lowmid] 11. Firebeatz - Superfreak [Spinnin'] 12. KURA & Vedenzo - Step One [Wall Recordings] 13. KLP - Body Close [Medium Rare Recordings] 14. EchoStorms - Do As I Say [Nervous Records] 15. DJ Susan - Goin' In [Helix Records] 16. Danbox & Lez - Like A Mars [Gezvolt Records] 17. Henry Hacking - Smoke Machine [Selects] 18. MISS DRE - Holla [Insomniac Records] 19. Millean., Broken Future - Rave Thing [Sink or Swim] 20. Wuki & Lee Foss - To Be Real ft. Cheryl Lynn [Thrive Music] 21. Freshcobar & Lavelle Dupree - Drop [NOS Recordings] 22. Kiral, LEFTI feat. RIon S - Witness [Quincy Boy Records] 23. Andrew Core - Shake Beat [Groove Tom Records]

In this week's episode of the Express Truth, we discuss the controversy surrounding actress Keke Palmer's appearance at Usher's recent show. Additionally, we address the online criticism labelling Birmingham Urban clothing brand Hoodrich as a chavs brand. Lastly, we report on the sentencing of arsonist Jamie Barrow to 44 years for the murder of his African neighbours.

01. Siik & JJL - Like That 02. Deeper Purpose - The Stutter 03. Diplo feat. Nicky Da B - Express Yourself (Mochakk Remix) 04. Tom Budin & Castion - Around Me 05. Robert Falcon - Rhythm of the House 06. Andrew Lampa - Nothing Compares 07. Blacksnipers - Tonight 08. BRKLYN - Rock With Me 09. Jay Robinson & NOISES - Bigger Better Badder 10. Achilles & Afterfab - The Deal 11. Galoski - Get It 12. BIJOU & Michael Sparks - Back It Up (feat. Young Lyxx) 13. Din & Vic - Access 14. FWLR - Girthquake (Rezone Remix) 15. James Dece - Alkaline 16. Hood Rich & The Melody Men - Sun Is High 17. Laidback Luke, VINNE & BEAUZ - Hello (feat. RAYRAY) 18. Millean & Broken Future - Rave Thing 19. Lackmus - Energy 20. Afrojack - Chain Gang

Music producer and entrepreneur Beat Monster Marc skips class with Lalaa Shepard of The Progress Report to speak about being from the Westside of Atlanta, GA, producing music for Young Dolph, D4L, Rich Homie Quan, NBA YoungBoy, Rich Kidz, and other's, giving back to the younger generation, buying properties overseas and investments outside of music, and staying humble.  https://www.instagram.com/beatmonster_marc/ https://www.instagram.com/tprmediagroup/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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It's best to fly under the radar these days b/c being in the spotlight too much places a target on your back for jealous ppl or ppl who are powerful/power hungry.. no thanks!

Interview by Haze https://www.instagram.com/mike_tall We recently sat down with Hoodrich Keem for an exclusive “Off The Porch” interview! During our in-depth conversation he talked about his upbringing in Greenville South Carolina, starting off DJing at a strip club when he was 15, jumping off the porch when he was 12, selling mixtapes in the 4th grade, moving to Atlanta when he was 18, building connections on Twitter, DJ Plugg & DJ Spinz showing him love when he touched down in the city, connection with Hoodrich, building a relationship with Rich Homie Quan which lead to him touring with him, hosting Metro Boomin's '19 & Boomin' mixtape, putting together the legendary ‘Lobby Runners' mixtape, Peewee Longway's personality making him a believer in his music, meeting the Migos at Gucci Mane's studio, his close relationship with Young Dolph since he was 17, reveals he has never been offered a job as an A&R despite breaking so many artists, shares some of his favorite memories with Dolph, Metro plugging him with A$AP Yams, building a close friendship with him, DJ Bandz linking him with Fredo Santana for the ‘Walking Legend' mixtape, hosting 21 Savage's first tape ‘The Slaughter Tape', pulling up in PDE to meet Young Nudy, hosting his first 3 mixtapes, wanting to start a podcast, explains why he doesn't like to DJ in clubs, marketing himself, Backwoods showing him love, explains how he got into making beats, Wheezy helping him when he first started, his thoughts on the mixtape era ending, working with his favorite artist Starlito, going to Japan with Gunna for a show & pop-up, explains how he locked in with Babyface Ray in 2016, his merch brand ‘Slurred Words', and much more!

Lil Quill skips class with Lalaa Shepard of The Progress Report to speak about seeing the music industry change since when he first entered the game, biggest learning lessons being signed to Gucci Mane, unreleased music with Yung Mal, losing Takeoff (Migos), and his newly released project ‘McJagger'.

This week, Mr Cozzo plays new music from A Hipp-E, Kerri Chandler, Cevin Fisher, Lorenzo De Blanck and more. The track of the week is Hood Rich by Justin Martin. Tune into new broadcasts of Club Cozzo every Saturday from 10 PM – Midnight EST / 4 – 6 AM CET (Sunday). Hipp-E - Lotta Love [Gabu Records] Cramer - Morpho [Colour Codes] Kane Sonder & Yorgen - Connection [Rawsome Deep] Human By Nature - Closest To You [Lisztomania Records] Roxelio - Incandescent (Original Mix) [Whoyostro] AMS & Emilie Payet - Agn [Zemyu] Tonbe - It's a House Thing (Instrumental) [Fruity Flavor] Kerri Chandler - Hallelujah (Unreleased Qubiko Dub) [Nite Grooves] Todd Terry, Riva Starr - This Is The Sound [Hot Creations] Zemyu & Holly Bannis - My Way [Zemyu] Swales - Looking Back [Distant Horizons] Sebb Junior, Oggie - Can I Be Me (Instrumental Mix) [King Street Sounds] Gabel - Burial Down (Prins Thomas Acid Dub) [Full Pupp] Jose M, Ciclo - Now And Here (Original Mix) [DPE] Carlos A - YeYe [Isla Bonita Records] Dmitry Atrideep, Cassiopeia, Juli - Partycoholic (Original Mix) [Hang On Music] Nick Guarise - The Beat (Original Mix) [Monkey Stereo Records] Cevin Fisher - The Message (Doug Gomez Tribal Offering) [Nite Grooves] Farfan - Panorama Tool (Jay Caesar Remix) [Don't Play Recordings] Atari Safari & Jacob Coid - That Magic [House Of Boost Records] Chloé Caillet, Mikhail Beltran - NYWTF feat. Mikhail Beltran (Extended) [CircoLoco Records] Riva Starr & Todd Terry - This Is the Sound (Extended) [Hot Creations] Dialectics - The Visionary (22 Weeks Remix) [OFDM Records] Butane - Old People Doing Drugs In Hotel Rooms (Original Mix) [Extrasketch]-2 Hammer, Dart - Scope [Shall Not Fade] Dompe - Blue Funk [Jackfruit Recordings] Lorenzo De Blanck - Back and Force (Original Mix) [SK Recordings] Branco Simonetti - Shake Your Ground (Extended Mix) [Klaphouse Records] Carlo Lio & Andre Salmon - Enuff [Rawthentic]

Interview by Haze of DGB https://www.instagram.com/mike_tall Recently we sat down with the legendary DJ Swamp Izzo for an exclusive “Off The Porch” interview! During our conversation he talked about growing up in South Carolina, jumping off the porch, getting his start by DJing for free, moving to Bankhead, working with D4L, explains what type of person Shawty Lo was, breaking records at Club Crucial, explains his definition of breaking a record, DJing at Blue Flame for the past 7 years, the strip culture in Atlanta of breaking records, explains how he linked with DJ Scream & Hoodrich, doing Young Scooter's first mixtape ‘Plug Talk', meeting Future while working on Scooter's first tape, encouraging Scooter to rap, being introduced to Young Thug, doing Thug's first 4 mixtapes, doing Ralo's first mixtape, explains how he became a part of Rich Gang, his new single “3 Cell Phones” featuring Future, the difference between spinning on the radio & clubs, and much more!

This week, Mr Cozzo plays new music from Andrey Loud, Dylan Debut, David Duriez, Hatiras and more. The track of the week is Hood Rich by Justin Martin. Tune into new broadcasts of Club Cozzo every Saturday from 10 PM – Midnight EST / 4 – 6 AM CET (Sunday). Andrey Loud - Flowlish [Conceptual Deep] DJ W!ld - Errorist [The W Label] B2 Josh Wicks - Time Trip VINYL ONLY [Transient London Records] Charly Angelz - Afterhours (Original Mix) [Closer To Truth] Dylan Debut - Music Seventies (Original Mix) [HOUPH] Amal Nemer, Moreno & Prieto - Let You (Extended Mix) [Ole White] Tommaso Pizzelli - Step and Stare [Ultra Knites Records] Martin Bordacahar - Two Shot (Remi Blaze Remix) [Beachside Records] James Cole - I Can't Get You (Tribal Mix) [8Bit] Hatiras, BISHØP - How You Gonna (Original Mix) [Spacedisco Records] HP Vince - Down The Funk (Original Mix) [Spacedisco Records] Rooléh - No Answer [MOXY MUZIK] Matt Prehn - Back 2 Paris (Sebb Junior Remix) [Large Music] David Aurel - Forces [BANDIDOS] David Duriez - -BR247- - David Duriez - Why Do You Turn - -Definitive Edition- - 01 Why Do You Turn - Sllash & Doppe - Oh Me (Extended Mix) [Great Stuff Recordings] Jordan Nocturne - Turn It Out (Original Mix) [Correspondant] Justin Martin - Hood Rich (Harry Romero Remix Dub) [What To Do] Dominik Massaro - Slide [AVTR] Aradya, Mica Ramos - Make A Wish (Original Mix) [Beachside Records] Claude Tarrell - All I Need (Nino BG Remix) [WyldCard] Martino Valdez - Don't Leave Me This Way (Original Mix) [Yesenia] Martin Bordacahar - Two Shot (Original Mix) [Beachside Records] jOHNNYDANGEROUs - Clear My Mind (Dilby Remix) [Street King] Jay Caesar - Get Down (Conrad Product Remix) [Delta Sound Records] Gino Colombi - No Comfort (Original Mix) [Hang On Music] GOSSO - Move A (Original Mix) [Distance Music] Jordan Nocturne - Moving Around (Original Mix) [Correspondant]

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Dun Deal skips class with The Progress Report to speak on his musical journey, linking with DJ Spinz and Hoodrich, working out of Gucci Mane's studio, pushing Young Thug for years, producing “Hannah Montana” for Migos, “Stoner” for Young Thug, “She Twerkin” for Ca$hout, seeing Migos split, thinking he got set up and falsely arrested, getting out of his APG contract, and owning Deaf Star Studios. 

“I'm a superstar I was born for this” ~ Bali Baby Bali Baby skips class with The Progress Report to speak about her new mixtape ‘Bali Print', motherhood, being a milf, love life, and body image. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/theprogressreportpodcast/support

Thank you to Atlanta, Georgia's own DJ Scream for coming on my show for an interview! DJ Scream talked about getting his start as a DJ, going on tour with Montell Jordan and building Hoodrich Entertainment & Hoodrich Radio. He discussed signing a label deal with Rick Ross and what Ross taught him about the business side of music as well as attending Tuskegee, where he majored in engineering. He got into his hit mixtapes, Shawty Lo introducing him to Rocko, in which he met Future at the very beginning of his career. DJ Scream also spoke about his hit show Big Facts getting picked up by REVOLT TV, expanding the show to Big Facts Friday, and his definition of making it in the music/entertainment industry. Follow DJ Scream on Instagram and Twitter: @djscream Follow me on Instagram and Twitter: @thereelmax. Website: https://maxcoughlan.com/index.html. Website live show streaming link: https://maxcoughlan.com/sports-and-hip-hop-with-dj-mad-max-live-stream.html. MAD MAX Radio on Live 365: https://live365.com/station/MAD-MAX-Radio-a15096. Subscribe to my YouTube channel Sports and Hip Hop with DJ Mad Max: https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCE0107atIPV-mVm0M3UJyPg.  DJ Scream on "Sports and Hip-Hop with DJ Mad Max" visual on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QswUd3m0IU8. 

Sure, the bulk of this episode is a fairly by-the-numbers which-priest-was-the-pedo-and-which-was-merely-libidinous tale, but for a few delicious moments, we get to pull back the curtains and see what the Medical Examiner's office in the SVUniverse does on the rare night they let their hair down. This is a holiday party for the ages folks. It is the party that launched a thousand fan fiction stories. We also speculate on what Amaro and Rollins have, or have not, going on on Christmas Eve, among many other fun digressions. Music: Divorcio Suave - “Munchy Business” 11:54 - Carole King - “It's Too Late” from Tapestry (1971) 25:57 - Big Tymers - “Still Fly” from Hood Rich (2002) 49:35 - Steely Dan - “My Old School” from Countdown To Ecstasy (1973) Thanks to our gracious Munchies on Patreon: Jeremy S, Jaclyn O, Pedro H, Amy Z, Emily L, Nikki B, Louise M, Whitney C, D Reduble, Tony B, Zak B, Jessica W, Barry W, Karen D, Madelin K, Sara L, Miriam J, and Drew D - y'all are the best! Be a Munchie, too! Support us on Patreon: patreon.com/munchmybenson Follow us on: Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Reddit (Adam's Twitter and Josh's Twitter) Check out Munch Merch: Munch Merch at Zazzle Check out our guest appearances on: …These Are There Stories (Adam and Josh's coming this week), both of us on FMWL Pod (1st Time & 2nd Time) and Chick-Lit at the Movies Visit Our Website: Munch My Benson Email the podcast: munchmybenson@gmail.com Next Week's Episode: Season 12, Episode 10 "Rescue"

Lots of high energy to start the episode off! Big Shay and Big Charles about to head to vacation, Big Kendra losing 11 lbs, and Big B in Aries season. In sync with Biggie's 25th anniversary of the Life after Death album release, we speak on the truth about "Mo money, mo problems". This week's discussion is centered around the fact that the black culture seems to have the least amount of money with the most problems. But why is this and what can we do about it? Sounds like the talk itself created "mo" problems as our debate got heated! We still spread love though, it's the Brooklyn way! Shout out to Biggie!Instagram: @bigdogtalk_podcastCash app: $bigdogtalkpodcast

“I wanted people to ride around and hear my drops” ~ Hoodrich Keem Hoodrich Keem returns for his second interview with Lalaa Shepard of The Progress Report to speak on how he become a household brand, joining Hoodrich with DJ Scream and DJ Spinz, Slurred Words movement with Babyface Ray, getting into production with Wheezy, Young Thug creating his first tag, and reflects on relationships with A$AP Yams, Fredo Santana, Young Dolph, and Hoodrich Pablo Juan. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/theprogressreportpodcast/support

On this episode I chat with Bikelife shredder Mike Plasha aka. Hoodrich Bikelife. On this episode we talk about how bikes saved his life, how he wants to give back to the youth and what it's like to shred on a 29 inch bike. We also talk about the culture of Bikelife and his clothing company Hoodrich Bikelife. Listen now and STAY RAD. FOLLOW: @hoodrichbikelife @rickthorne @goodguysinblack @therickthorneshow @cookingwiththethornes

I'm this weeks episode of the Won Percent Podcast. Mike throws a small party in his basement/ shop meeting. Jeff caught the Megatron. Miss B gets ran up on for talking shit. All this and so much more with this episode of the Won Percent Podcast. Hit us up wonpercentpodcast@gmail.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/won-percent/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/won-percent/support

Special guests DJ Jelly @therealdjjelly via zoom ❗️❗️

“I learned a lot from Hoodrich Pablo Juan…. Friendship, music, loyalty” RX Peso returns to The Progress Report with Lalaa Shepard after 4 years to speak on his relationships with Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Migos, 21 Savage, and other rappers, coming up with Hoodrich and creating his own movement, rebranding himself and overcoming odds. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/theprogressreportpodcast/support

Hoodrich Narco talks about how he started making music, his influences and goals. and all the crazy things that happens in his life. Like being shot in the neck at 16 and getting stalked by a crackhead over a Instagram model

Without even asking, the Lord delivered to me a follow-up episode to one of my most downloaded episodes to date: “The Miseducation of Countess KAREN De Lesseps.” As you might have guessed from the title, it is our resident hoodrich style icon Dorit Kemsley in the ACCOUNTABILITY SEAT… and the shade room. And the reading room.  And the GIRL BYE room. Also… Zen Wen offers Robyn Dixon and her “non-existent relationship” a Housewives apology. It's nice to see those are still alive and well. Nature just may be healing after all. And of course, I get into my weekly reality ramblings.This episode contains a voice message from Semajh of the “Me I Am: Cancelled” podcast!Timestamps are as follows:6:10 - Real Housewives of Beverly Hills;29:55 - Weekly Reality Ramblings (Real Housewives of New York, Titletown High, Love Island UK);41:05 - Real Housewives of PotomacCHECK OUT THE DIPP! The site that allows you to read articles about some of your favorite shows, written by experts and fans FOCUSED ON DEPTH, NOT CLICKS! Their personalized subscription site allows you to follow high-quality coverage surrounding the shows you love, and the shows you love ONLY! Check out this article for instance:https://thedipp.com/titletown-high/does-amari-jones-still-play-at-valdosta?via=kendrick43Become a member of the “Melanated Bravo” club on Clubhouse! Kaya and Aaron (from the “Bravo While Black” podcast) join me every Thursday for a weekly kiki about all of our favorite reality shows! We also have a weekly “after dark” Tuesday room where the discussion topic varies, and we have a room on Fridays for Marvel content.DON'T FORGET TO SUBSCRIBE, RATE, AND REVIEW!EMAIL ME: realitycomicstoo@gmail.comFOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM: @realitycomicstoo /www.instagram.com/realitycomicstoo

Check out our sponsors:  Indeed: Get a FREE $75 CREDIT to upgrade your job post at indeed.com/IMPACT MindPump: Download their FREE guide at fatlossimpact.com Justworks: justworks.com Athletic Greens: Go to athleticgreens.com/impact and receive a FREE 1 year supply of Vitamin D AND 5 free travel packs with your first purchase! RISE: Go to risescience.com/impact and download the RISE app today to try it FREE for 7 days. InsideTracker: Get 25% off their entire store at insidetracker.com/impacttheory Being trilingual is considered to be rather prestigious. Speaking other languages expands your ability to communicate so greatly it adds to the perceived value people will assign to you. But, when you are fluent in Street, Hustling, Broke Money, and Wall Street it becomes the twist no one ever expected. Wallstreet Trapper comes from a troubled past that includes being homeless at 14 and serving 10 years in prison by the age of 16. What he has learned over the years reaches far beyond knowing how to trade stocks and build wealth. His super power is speaking Wall Street in a language that correlates to the same losing game he played on the streets that ended with being shot, in jail or in prison for nearly everyone he knew. His wisdom and willingness to share and make an impact is affecting future generations and bringing Wall Street to the hood, proving that human potential is truly nearly limitless when you put knowledge to use.   SHOW NOTES: 0:00 | Violent Beginnings and Prison 8:46 | Finding Out It's All A Game 14:16 | Real Gangsters Are in Wall Street 18:11 | Break Down Generational Poverty 25:15 | Good Business vs. Good Hustler 28:29 | Know How The Game Works 33:46 | Unapplied Knowledge 36:36 | Bringing Wall Street to the Streets 40:44 | Key To Wealth Is Ownership 46:21 | Power of Knowledge Applied 51:43 | If Investing Isn't Possible   QUOTES: “Wealthy people do three things. They stop trading time for money. They make the money work for them. And they give as much value to people as they can.” [11:45]   “The reason why people think wealthy people are people with money or sinister, is because that's what you kind of taught in the hood.” [17:09]   “Being at the bottom teaches you to envy people at the top.” [17:53]   “Generational poverty is not about money. It's about mindset.” Tom Bilyeu [18:32]   “People can not want you to succeed all they want, but if you out invest them, they can't stop you.” Tom Bilyeu [19:31]   “One of the things that happens often in the culture of black people is survival mode, you never get a chance to play offense. You're always on defense, one, because of mindset” [22:27]   “A good business is just like a good hustler. A good business has great product. They have great clientele. A great hustler has a great product, he has consistent clientele.” [25:35]   “Once you start understanding the fundamentals, you give yourself power, because you now understand, like you said, you see how the machine works,” [30:22]   “Everybody around me had the same problem. No one represented the solution. So if I don't change something, I'm only going to end up like everybody else.” [32:23]   “I got knowledge, I got information, but I still fell victim to the same shit that everybody around me knew. So therefore, the knowledge that I had wasn't powerful because it wasn't applied.” [34:32]   “It's hard for people to make sacrifice, because you got to now go against and do without some of the things that gives you that momentary gratification.” [37:11]   “The key to building wealth is not how much you can work. You can't work your way to wealth, you got to invest your way there, and all wealthy people, black, white, Asian, Chinese, they own a whole bunch of shit.” [42:31]   “So if I can break down things into struggle language now I'm making the game winnable for everybody. And that's the goal, to make the game winnable for everybody who's bold enough to step into the batting cage.” [50:37]   “Building wealth becomes a revolutionary act because now you start saying I'm going to go against what I was taught.” [52:25]   “The word possible is so powerful. Possible changes the game. Instead of it being impossible, we now say I am possible” [53:09]   “If learning is the catalyst to everybody who's wealthy and successful, I can never be sufficient with what I know.” [54:24]   Follow Wallstreet Trapper: Website: https://www.wallstreettrapper.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/Wallstreet504 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCR6hXiWOlFWc46qMFMClKHA Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/wall_street_trapper/?hl=en

Happy Sunday, Hangover Club! It's been a wild summer so far and things show no signs of slowing down so we've got an hour of new heaters from FREAK ON, Hood Rich, Eyes Everywhere, Poolhaus, and more that are guaranteed to help you get up and keep the party going today! And make sure to listen for our new track Losin' My Mind, which is out next Friday, August 20th on Farris Wheel! We are huge Gene Farris fans so we are so excited to be joining his label. You can pre-order and pre-save it here: https://snd.click/LosinMyMind If you like what you hear, please LIKE, COMMENT, REPOST, SHARE, and give us a follow at @nopantspartydjs across all platforms! xoxo No Pants Party TRACKLIST: 1. DEMIXL - Let It Go 2. MACROLEV & Sadrican - Can I Ask You Something 3. Zurra - Eyes Closed 4. Hood Rich - Bring A Friend 5. Poolhaus & Rowetta - Feel The Rush 6. Full Nelson - B-Side 7. No Pants Party - Losin' My Mind 8. Soultight ft. Jenna Evans - THE WAY I DO 9. Morelia, FREAK ON, Techno Tupac - Heater 10. LUSSO - Take A Hold 11. Fab Massimo - Fried Chicken For Breakfast 12. GAWP, Elijah & Grundy - Hands Up 13. Wongo, Rubi Du - Fireball (Flash 89 Remix) 14. Gianmarco Limenta - Back Again 15. Eyes Everywhere ft. Dread MC - Tell Dem 16. ATTICUS - Move 17. Amy Lauren & Blank Sense - Switch 18. Deadmau5, Kaskade - I Remember (Truth x Lies Edit)

This episode is about being hood rich & hood broke !!! Also taking a break on social media can get difficult if you are a social media person. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

We recently sat down with producer Danny Wolf for an exclusive “Off The Porch” interview! Danny's story begins with him & his family coming to the US illegally from Mexico which resulted with his mother being banned from the US for 10 years. Danny was able to stay legally in the country thanks to a program President Obama had passed in 2012 called “D.A.C.A.” that Trump tried to end in 2017 (he was unsuccessful). During our conversation, Danny spoke on the following topics: 0:20​ Talks about his debut album “Night Of The Wolf” that featured Lil Pump, Lil Tecca, Lil Skies, Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Ski Mask The Slumpgod, Yung Bans, Key Glock & more 2:36​ Speaks on coming to America when he was 4, learning English in a few months, finding out he wasn't here legally when he tried to get his driver's license, Obama's D.A.C.A. program that allows him to stay here legally, his mother receiving a 10 year ban from the US for bringing him here & how his relationship with God kept his faith strong 10:07​ Talks about his mother buying him a laptop before she left the US which lead to him making beats and earning his first 6 figures, using music as an escape from his real life tribulations & reveals his family wasn't supportive of his music producing career at first 14:06​ Speaks on his internship with Hoodrich where he was a videographer, explains what he learned while interning & why he recommends internships for other upcoming artists 20:43​ Talks about working with Hoodrich Pablo Juan 22:46​ Speaks on working with Makonnen “Trust Me Danny”, “Drink More Water 5 Freestyle” 27:09​ Talks about producing A$AP Ferg's “Back Hurt” while he was homeless sleeping in a closet, working with Ugly God, Lil Pump, Lil Tecca, Juice Wrld, Lil Uzi Vert, reveals he just signed a deal for his next album & plans to help out other D.A.C.A. recipients --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/dirtyglovebastard/support

Whewww chile we BIZZIDY BACKK in this thang. Kay and Key discuss what it means to be hood rich, flexin, and financial literacy.  Sit back, bring ya #BidenBucks, and relax.  #DontCallItAComeback #HideYaKidsHideYaStimmy 

On this episode of Infinite Vibes, the crew has an open discussion about if your significant other should have access to your phone. Everyone gives an honest opinions on if this should be tolerated in the relationship. This episode also features an interview with DJ Lil Keem (HOODRICH KEEM) Follow @moranthaman @djbeelax @deeleww @infinitevibesshow 

Today's episode discusses Kanye West, Bougie vs Hood Rich, Black History Month in the UK, and Procrastination. We have special guest stylist Ryan Nicole at the table to discuss styling and the hustle mentality. Sit back and Enjoy!!! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/DrBrandyNDrRe/message

01. Chris Lorenzo & Taiki Nulight feat. Dread MC Mind Control (Never Say Never) [SIXTY6 MUSIC] 02. Fatboy Slim - Star 69 (LO'99 Remix) [SKINT] 03. Hood Rich & Stace Cadet - One Way (Wildfire Remix) [MEDIUM RARE RECORDINGS] 04. Ruff Hauser - Activate [NIGHT BASS] 05. Marc Spence & Hood Rich - All Hours (Double Agent Remix) [COUNTRY CLUB DISCO] 06. Benson & Hood Rich - Turbo [MEDIUM RARE RECORDINGS] 07. Proxy - Language Barrier [THIS AIN'T BRISTOL] 08. Taiki Nulight & LO'99 - OKAY [THIS AIN'T BRISTOL] 09. Franklyn Watts - DAN$E [HOUSELINE] 10. Mike McFly - Cone Blower [DIRTYBIRD] 11. Russian Style - Volac [NIGHT BASS] 12. Bizness - LO'99 [MEDIUM RARE RECORDINGS] 13. AC Slater feat. Acid Mouth - Jaws (Phlegmatic Dogs Remix) [NIGHT BASS] 14. Plump DJs - Yes Yes (Hybrid Theory VIP) [PUNKS] 15. Acaddamy & Double Agent feat. Quails - Hearts On Fire (Double Agent VIP) [BE RICH] 16. LO'99 feat. Elizabeth Rose From The Start (Rrotik Remix) [MEDIUM RARE RECORDINGS]

A powerful episode with the Rich wedding and a recap to the wedding with Cory and Dan's trusty co-pilot Kevin. Kevin gets to talk about his wedding and much more PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT!

 TQ, Debuts New Single  " Coming Home " TQ video “Coming Home” exclusively at BET.com. With hit singles “Westside” and “Better Days,” Compton crooner TQ established himself as an R&B singer with a rapper's musical sensibility. Subsequent work with Lil Wayne, Juvenile, Baby and the Cash Money Records roster solidified TQ as a creative force who carved a lane for himself amongst his A-List collaborators.   With acclaimed They Never Saw Me Coming LP, his lead single “Westside” catapulted TQ to international fame. In addition to being a Top 15 hit in the United States, it was a Top 10 single in the Netherlands, the United Kingdom, Germany, Australia and New Zealand. Subsequent singles “Bye Bye Baby” and “Better Days” helped pave the way for TQ to sign with Cash Money Records.   While with the New Orleans-based label, he wrote and was featured on a string of gold and platinum albums, including Big Tymers' Hood Rich, Lil Wayne's 500 Degreez, the Baller Blockin' soundtrack; Birdman's Baby aka #1 Stunna, Juvenile's Project English and Hot Boys' Let ‘Em Burn, among others.   Today, the R&B veteran has established himself independently and has made time to get back to making meaningful music. TQ has cooked up a lot of exciting new projects, including his new application iTQ, the Legendary 2.0 EP, the Coming Home LP, a relaunched TheRealTQ.com website, a revamped live show with fresh new songs and visual components, and many others to be announced soon.

"Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit; Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp; Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent;but that's OK, cause I'm still fly!"Some of you recognize that song by the Big Tymers.  It basically talked about despite the fact that there was little money to pay the bills there was enough to look good and fool the world.  Most people think that being "hood rich" is limited just to the poorer communities, but that's not the case.  The middle class is the most notorious for living above their means.We'll discuss that and more on the Talk 2 Q Radio Show!  "No experts.  Just opinions."Show No. 490Scheduled for 75-90 mins.www.Talk2Q.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.