Jon Blaze

Tuesday, February 27, 2007







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So the final episode of the White Rapper Show aired tonight and just when I was starting to have a little respect for the show, they go and name Shamrock the win over John Brown "King of the Burbz".
Don't get me wrong, I don't think that anyone of the 10 MC's would actually ever get discovered yet I found it interesting watching what they put these white rappers through so that they could get their couple of weeks of fame.
I thought that EgoTrip did a decent job of showing just how redicilious some of the overused stereotypes in hip-hop have become with some real knowledge about those same stereotypes. Such as I loved when Persia had to wear that big ass chain when she said "Nigga." By having to wear it, I believe she saw the type of weight that that one word carries. I loved all of those challenges where they had to be around an audience that wasn't feeling them or the idea of a white rapper. Even the way MC Serch broke down the whole "snitching," concept to my personal favorite Sullee when he said he was quiting because he didn't want to "snitch." I'm sorry but for 100 stacks I'd would have blazed everybody. It is a competition right?
Granted they did do the corny stuff as with most EgoTrip shows, but I liked a lot of the lessons they were teaching. But then they get to the finals and totally disappoint me. John Brown makes a lyrical song with deep content. Shamrock makes a club song that you can't even understanding what he's saying. I didn't like Shamrock from about the midway point, because his flow seemed a little forced. But when the A&R told Serch that it's not about being lyrical its about making songs, I thought, look at the message their sending to the future of hip-hop watching. A club banger with a catchy hook reigns supreme.
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Thursday, February 8, 2007

Mama's Got a Gun...




And didn't have a problem giving it to her son to handle his business. I mean I understand saying next time you better beat his ass or something of the like, but this ....

MSNBC.com
Police: Mom gave teen gun in slaying
She ‘instructed him to exact revenge,’ New Orleans police say

The Associated Press
Updated: 10:15 a.m. CT Feb 8, 2007

NEW ORLEANS - Police on Thursday were searching for a teenager and his mother, who they say gave the boy a handgun after he lost a fight and told him to take revenge.
The warrants accuse both Vanessa Johnson, 44, and Clarence Johnson, 17, of second-degree murder of another 17-year-old, whose name was not immediately released, New Orleans police Sgt. Joe Narcisse said.

He said both teens had walked away after the original fight Wednesday evening.

"Detectives learned Johnson went home and shared the details of the fight with his mother. Johnson's mother, 44-year-old Vanessa Johnson, gave him a handgun and instructed him to exact revenge on the victim because Johnson had apparently lost the fight," Narcisse said.
Clarence Johnson found the other youth shortly afterward and fired several rounds, hitting him once in the abdomen, Narcisse said. The other teen died at the city's trauma center.

Last month, city officials announced efforts to try to curb the violence in New Orleans after nine killings in the first eight days of the year.

They increased patrols, set up early-morning checkpoints and rushed homicide cases through the court system. National Guard troops and State Police also remain in the city after being called in last summer to help local police combat a spike in violence.

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Wednesday, February 7, 2007

A Different World.....

I sometimes think that non famous people forget that famous people are still real people. They make mistakes. They have faults. And shouldn't be judged on a different playing field in the game of LIFE as regular, everyday people.

Case and Point: Excerpt from Jemele Hill's column on the Bear's Tank Johnson from ESPN's Page 2

Money is supposed to change things. It shouldn't change the person you are, but it certainly should change where you are. If you're a million-dollar man still frequenting clubs that need metal detectors, something is wrong. Even if you are a professional athlete from a rough background, close friends within your inner circle should not be murder victims.

I read that and emailed her to get her to further explain the graph, the "If you're a million-dollar man still frequenting clubs that need metal detectors, something is wrong," especially. To which she replied: You have to much money to subject yourself to certain things. That's a sign, to me, that you don't need to be there. That means incidents happen there or they feat they will. And, you don't need to be there. Plain and simple.

I responded by reminding her that she said a person shouldn't change based on money, and if that's the type of person that he's always been then should we expect him not to venture out to those types of establishments?

Her answer: No, it doesn't change WHO you are, just where you are.
When you make a certain amount of money, why subject yourself to foolishness. You can still have a good time, but certain elements you must learn to leave behind. That's just growing up. If I was still hanging in some of the hoodrat clubs I was before then something is wrong.


I believe that when a person shows you who they are, believe them. Some people in this country are just grimey. Plain and simple. They like to visit spots where you you can't get in if your shirt doesn't come down to your knees and Hennessy is the drink of choice. That's how they get down.

How can you say that money shouldn't change who you are, but change where you are. I don't care how much money a person has they are going to frequent spots that they are comfortable in. Just because a person all of a sudden has six figures or more in the bank doesn't mean that they're going to want to dine at The Palm with Armani suit rockers. Especially if that's a life that they don't know.

When I was interning in Columbus, GA there were two spots that my boi, C Bizzle, and I would go to hang out. One was called the Firehouse and the other the Tap. The Firehouse was predominatly a black spot, where sometime before we started interning a soldier was shot by another soldier outside the club. They had a metal detector and I still felt safe. The Tap, frequented by white soldiers, had no metal detectors and very little security. White soldiers, alcohol flowing, and the minority count less than the number of people who bought a Ron Artest album.Please believe there were several nights I got funny looks and wondered about my safety. Yet our coworkers always were shocked to hear that we would visit a place like the Firehouse. But the Tap they were all for it, EVERY Saturday.

So why should a Tank Johnson or any other athlete not visit a place just because all of a sudden money ain't a thang for them?

Money should never change a person and it definatly shouldn't change where he or she goes. Don't get what I'm saying confused with going somewhere that your life is in danger. That's stupid. Yes Tank Johnson's best friend and bodyguard was killed in a nightclub where Johnson was also in attendence. That doesn't mean that he should be there. That just means if he's going to be there do him, have a good time and then leave.

But isn't that what everyone should do when they go out? Regardless of what you do for a living or what your bank statement says.
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Monday, February 5, 2007

Starting with the Fundamentals: ABC.....

I'm baaaaack. That's all that's left to be said. And since I've been gone for a minute, I'm working my way back slowly. But not too slow.


A - AVAILABLE: Nope, who ever would have thought I'd be saying that???
B - BIRTHDAY: January 21.
C - CRUSHING: I'm a grown man.
D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Lemonade
E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: C Bizzle
F - FAVORITE BANDS: I don't have a favorite band, but I'm a huge UGK fan.
G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: Bears, all day, baby.
H - HOMETOWN: Chatt-Town, TN
I - INSTRUMENT(s): Saxophone, da Kid smooth with it too
J - JUGGLE: Hell Naw, I ain't no clown
K - KILLED SOMEONE: In reality, no.
L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: I don't really know, I'm a plane rider I don't do long car drives.
M - MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Peach, yes sir.
N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: One. Lil Bruh What da bizness is.....
O - ONE WISH?: For more wishes of course
L - LAST PERSON WHO TEXTED YOU: Stephen A. Not da loud ESPN dude, but my boi who I refer to as the KG of the Sports Journalism world.
Q - QUIET?: Depends on how I feel.
R - REASON TO SMILE: Another day on this Earth
S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: "Thug It Out," Jadakiss
T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 8 something in the a.m. initially but then about 10:30 a.m.
U - UNDERWEAR YOU'RE WEARING?: Boxer Briefs
V - VEGETABLE YOU HATE: Cabbage
W - WORST HABIT: Nail Biting
X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: Leg and Ankle
Y - YOUR FRIEND THAT SHOWED YOU THIS: Not a friend,I just read her blog, T Dot.
Z- ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius. The Gift and a curse. Look it up it fits me perfectly.

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