Sunday, January 18, 2015
Let me tell you how I met A$AP Yams. I used to post pictures of my everyday life in New York City on this blog. I took pics at some Super Bowl party I was at, I think it was Chopsticks crib in Queens. I texted his girlfriend at the time I had pics of all of us, she didn't want on this blog. Out of nowhere I get a call on my cell phone and this voice said "Yo dawgs I know who you are, I like you, but I need you not to post pics of my girl online right now". I asked him who he was and he said "this Eastside Stevie, we bumped many times on this wack ass scene i fucks with you but don't post no pics dawgs please".
As I started talking to him, I realized this guy was a gentleman. He asked politely & he was down to earth as shit. So I didn't post any pics of his girl at the time out of respect. I saw him about a week later at some party, I think it was in some warehouse in Brooklyn and the first thing he said when he saw me was "Vulkan, my nigga, give me a Newport yo, please Im dying". So I did, I found out he was a harlem guy and used to work with dipset and jim jones when he was younger. At the time I was also friends with Josh Charles aka A$AP Josh who introduced me to A$AP Rocky. It's such a fucking small world (this is 08 or 09 I think). He was Rocky's manager, as I told him i had music aspirations but didn't have the confidence to really make stuff, i showed him some rough cuts.
This shit was before all the glitz and glamour, once he heard the shit i made and Rocky as well. They was really enjoying what i was creating, something new and original. No one in the NYC really fucked with me at the time, they knew me from my blogging and day job at the time. People just hit me up for my connects, but i genuinely knew that Stevie really fucked with me cuz of my person and my creativity and open minded hip hop vision. For this I respected him so much, even when he would go estranged when Rakim blew up. My favorite memory was, him, me and Rocky at some Fools gold show day off in 2010 , we was dancing on stage while Dj catchdubs was playing some shit. We would talk about taking over the hip hop landscape one day, and change how music would be in the hip hop genre. Hood nigga, but he listened to so much more than just hip hop, he knew what music was good, before any of these blogs got on to artist, Eastside Stevie, had decadent music selection.
He was a guy who never really gave a fuck what the scene thought was hot, and spoke the truth always to ya about any topic without no punches pulled. I remember in front of fat baby it was just me and him outside, his girl was doing some music showcase in the lower eastside she was a host, and we was outside in the cold smoking newports and i said "I don't think i can do this ever" and he said "dawg you too original you got vision, these niggaz is eons behind, watch in the coming years, niggaz we know are the future of hip hop, people just don't know it yet". I respected the love and time he put into Rocky's music and shit, he was the one who ran Rocky's account on twitter cuz Rocky don't really rock with twitter like that, and was pushing him every chance he got respectably with anyone who would listen to him, even if they shut down on him, he would fucking push that music till someone with the right mind knew this shit was good.
After the success came, I would call him at times, he sounded very happy & I even called him this one time for him to speak to this universal A&R who called me, to talk to him about a record deal. He said "we waiting on that, ill let you know if we need it set up". They ended up signing with Polo Grounds, but that deal was worth it. Time passed and the calls stopped being picked up and talking to him became kinda hard. So I stopped, I would see him here and there, but it wasn't the same. It's like he was so zooted out at times, I can't even imagine what its like to be that successful so i can't really speak on that subject.
I was just glad someone made it out, someone changed things, someone made something happen from our inner circle of the new york underground. I was vividly happy and it was a triumph, even when he wasn't there i would watch the moves his team made and I would just fill up with joy. It showed me , it can be done. GETTING SHIT DONE, that was Eastside Stevie. I would try to message him on Facebook or twitter, to see how he's doing, get him to listen to my new works, but in time, Stevie just kinda unfriended me on both avenues. I don't know why, but maybe it was cuz sometimes you don't wanna deal with that, when you have so much on your plate. I never hated him for that shit, cuz like i said , that much success, makes you act a little different, shit i would too. Chace always used to say we looked like brothers, and to me, even at a distance, that man was my brother, because he never disrespected me ever publicly or always showed me love when he saw me, case and point, read below.
I won't forget the last time I saw tho, when I thought maybe he wouldn't talk to me or even look my way. It was at art basel, I was downstairs while their group was in some vip section. Out of nowhere in the mist of the fog, stubby stevie limbers into my view smiling, and saids "WHATS POPPING VULKAN, GIMME SOME NEWPORTS" lmao. I thought he didn't fuck with me or something cuz he didn't follow me or social media no more or even hit me up anymore. So I'm like "yo Stevie, whats the deal dunn, you don't talk to me no more, but here you go my nigga" I handed him a couple newports and he smile and said "yo sorry i haven't hit you up, this lifestyle is crazy, its a different world, but I'm always in my zone i be in my own world wanting to be alone". I just nodded my head and kinda just sat back on my wall and lit up his cigarette and just played wallflower with him , people watching like we used to on the streets on NYC.
Thats how I remembered me and Stevie, just watching people pass us by smoking Newports on Rivington on the streets, wondering when will the wack ass shit stop. Even right now, its back to being wack, 2014 was a wack year in music, and his tweeting was prolific, as he had the same opinion about the industry, because well, he never lied. I don't know how he passed away, but he was 26 a man, who in my mind was way older in years and he lived a life many of us will never see I suppose. I hope he's upstairs in heaven listening to Max B, smoking a newport, in his favorite iceberg sweater, doing Jagged Edge dance moves. Wish I had the chance to talk to him before he left, when I go maybe I can finally share another newport with him in the big unknown.
Decadence & Class
Vulkan the Krusader
11/13/1988 - 1/18/2015
A download link to 14 of his mixes from his Tumblr
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Originally I had not planned to attend to the Grand Opening of Catalyst Homestead. Then, at the last minute I changed my mind, and I am so pleased that I did. Bboy battles and real hip hop music, what more can one ask for? Check out the photos below!
Friday, July 11, 2014
Four years ago, LeBron James made the huge announcement that left the city of Cleveland,OH completely heartbroken and betrayed and I never understood his decision. LeBron arrived in Miami to boast that he joined forces with Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh to win multiple championships. I was excited by the news that Bosh had decided to sign with the Miami Heat, but not at the news of LeBron. I did not want LeBron to play alongside Wade or Bosh, ever.
Over time, I realized that having LeBron in Miami was not such a bad idea after all. It actually seemed as if it all happened at a convenient time, especially since Wade was hampered with injuries. The first trip to the NBA finals was a learning experience and without it, the two championships that followed would not have been achieved. This past NBA finals just goes to show how difficult it is to accomplish a three-peat.
Astonishing is to say the least of how well the Spurs executed every single possession. Unbelievable, it seems, that the last year that the Spurs won a championship title was 2007 and their three top players then were still on the roster now. Although the Heat were not able to earn a three-peat this year, the Heat would have been an absolute contender for many years to come and could have definitely won a couple of more championships.
Now, LeBron has decided to return to Cleveland, once more he leaves a team in a complete discomposure. Chris Bosh has decided to stay put in Miami. I hope Wade does the same, if not, it was definitely a nice run and I wish him well wherever he may go. And to LeBron I wish nothing but the best. Despite the loss this year, I was already looking forward for him to win another championship in Miami along with Wade and Bosh, but he had other plans and that's fine with me. Now, I hope to see LeBron compete against so many other star players without the help of players that have already culminated their talents.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Lebron James is the best player in the league lemme just start my blurb with that notion. He is a force he is a marvelous player with abilities in all angles of the game. So what do you do when you want to ensure you have some rings on your finger? Well you recruit your friends who are the top two free agents to meet in a city and make it easier on yourself. Is this city somewhere on the west coast you say? No, it's Miami, and it basically makes it a monopoly as the top two free agents joined D.Wade on south beach. This is why I think the Miami Heat making the finals for the fourth straight year is kinda MEH to me. It's not the west where the teams are much more skilled and harder. This Miami Heat team was not built on the draft, it was built on a plot of three individuals. Magic was drafted, James Worthy was drafted, and Kareem came along. Most times when greatness occurs, it's in this fashion. Lebron is the first player I know, that left somewhere to build his own team, and know that it will be cakewalk to become historic, kinda like when the Nets made the finals two years in a row.
Anyone remember those finals in the east? It all started with Ray Allen and Kevin Garnett joining forces in Boston. Then the rest of the league said "well that seems to be the ticket". That Boston team only won 1 chip. So they learned that they needed to do it "younger" Lebron and D.Wade are at the prime of their abilities (give it up, D.Wade is at A+ fuck the bullshit). So when Lebron pulled this move it was his way of copying that Celtic mega monster mash of stars. Shit, they even got Ray Allen to join in making for 4 HOF's on the floor for that Miami Heat Team. If it wasn't for Ray Allen I think Lebron James would have lost 3 NBA Finals with his 1 ring to show for it. This is why I can't put him in the same convo as the GOATS Jordan and Bryant , my no.1 and no.2 respectively. Those guys got help the in the form of a draft pick or a great free agent pick up, with some great role players. The Heat is a great squad, but trust me, this team is one shot away from being 1-2 in the last 3 NBA Finals, one shot away. Only time will tell if this will last long, because I feel no other top tier talents want to play in the east, as it's looked on by the league as a JV side of things.
Anyways, this is why I think the finals trips ain't that historic in Miami, yes they have the best player on the planet. Yet it's the road with the least amount of resistance and obstacles. So, go ahead Miami celebrate you fourth trip to the finals, but do not compare yourself to the Celtics teams, or the Laker teams or the other Lakers teams or Bulls Teams, that really earned it the hard way to those rings on their fingers. Also, the Heat will win the next 3 Eastern Conference titles unless more players come up in the East through the draft or big time free agents build their own thing.
Decadence & Class
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
This kid Plunger Pete can rap his ass off. Time-Traveling Blimp Pilot is teeming with lyrically loaded bar after bar. Most of the time its some off the wall clever play on words, but Plunger Pete comes complete with some genuine introspective lines as well, to counterbalance the farfetchedness. Which leaves me feeling reassured that Pete is actually human, because this time-traveling rhyme-writing blimp pilot often times sounds out of this world. Strap in and experience this album, it’s an entertaining trip my friend.
Monday, May 19, 2014
I like the old school feel/ sound of this whole track. From the verses to the production this feels like ’96, and these cats look young so this song is that much cooler to me for that reason. Refreshing — real rap. We hope to hear more from C.i.D and Jareem in the near future, but for now take 3 minutes and watch their video “Boom”.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Potent and thoughtful track from Mickey Factz as he reflects on the life of Malcolm X's coming of age as a young man in Harlem, NY. Mickey drives the narrative home by placing himself in Detroit Red's shoes. First leak off his upcoming tape 740 Park Avenue, definitely looking forward to hearing more.
New Cam video, why not? Newest single from Camron and producer A-Trak's forthcoming collaborative album Federal Reserve
Friday, May 9, 2014
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Friday, April 18, 2014
It really ain't that hard to tell, let the Nas lovefest continue. 9th Wonder explains his favorite track on Illmatic and the argument is pretty convincing.
Exclusive: Producer 9th Wonder discusses his favorite track off Nas' "Illmatic," which is the incomparable "It Ain't Hard To Tell."via HipHopDX
9th Wonder has very vivid memories of Nas' Illmatic. He was in college at the time, which could have also been Nas' trajectory, considering he was of traditional college age. 9th was an age peer of Nas' turned industry peer turned collaborator, but like most of us, he's also a fan. His favorite track off Illmatic is the hyper-classic "It Ain't Hard To Tell," and for him the song (much like the entire album) is remarkable in its replay value. 9th Wonder talks to HipHopDX exclusively about the song, and where he was-slash-what he was doing when Illmatic first hit the streets.
I was in college at the time — I was a Freshman in 1993, so there wasn't a lot of buzz about Nas in the Fall of '93. [Snoop Dogg's] Doggystyle was out, A Tribe Called Quest's Midnight Marauders, and Enter The Wu-Tang: 36 Chambers, [Black Moon's] Enta Da Stage, so there wasn't a lot of buzz.
When "It Ain't Hard To Tell" dropped — first of all, it was the use of the Michael Jackson sample, "Human Nature" — and that kind of caught your ear right off. Then, it was released with a remix as well, the "Nah Nah Nah" [Large Professor Remix]. So here was this kid who it wasn't Tribe, it wasn't Wu-Tang, it wasn't Snoop. It was just something different. Very introspective rhymes, reminiscent of Rakim, but not really. It was poetry, forreal. And so, to hear all of that together — and I really love beats — that is what pulled me into that particular song. That was what made me listen to the album, and I like other songs on the album, it's just that song takes you back to the beginning. It always takes me back to the beginning of his career.
It's definitely not his best song I don't think, but it's my favorite because it opened me up to him automatically. Nas was our age, and it was amazing how someone our age sounded like someone who was 20 years our senior, with the way he was talking and the way he was rhyming. It was amazing. That was a crazy day when we went to buy Illmatic. I think we bought that and Shyheim The Rugged Child's AKA The Rugged Child at the same time. We listened to "On And On" the single and that was it. But then we put in Illmatic, and we never took it out. We never took it out.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
It's been 300 years since Ugandor Liles death in the small town of Woodland, North Carolina. He was a child molester for many years as an old grotesque looking man. With eyes blue as the skies and his grey hair surrounding his bald patch of skin on top of his head like a lion mane. Dark spots of aging filled his face, with the most yellow brownish teeth your ever saw. He died alone in his home, yelling for help for anyone who can hear him, which never came. As he laid to his doom from a fatal heart attack, he promised the devil he would do his work, if he let him live longer. Ugandor is a myth told to the woodland kids to stay away from the woods, stay away from their windows at night and stay in bed. For when Ugandor kidnapped children he would come through their windows and take them with him to the woods where he did the unthinkable but he never killed, just told them to be silent.
Little do the children know, 4 kids disappear every year and are found mutilated, heads torn off and their organs ripped out from the hole made by their decapitation. These gruesome murders are never explained, but always investigated with no suspects and no evidence. Only footprints of a human foot that looks mangled. Always a trail leading into the dark woods of the Woodland township. Everyone saids , that Ugandor Liles is still out there, living as this beast growing old and decrepit into a abnormal living thing, that must feed on the blood of the young to survive. The police believe it to be some madman, leading them on a wild goose chase. This story below is about his latest victim, Timmy.
"Don't ever go to your window at night, just pretend nothing is there and ignore everything you hear"
"Okay dad, I don't believe in scary stories, It's all fake all of it, to creep us out."
"Alright, just remember never stare into the eyes, thats when he gets you, it's like giving him permission"
"Dad just stop, your scaring me"
"Im not playing Timmy, don't ever look outside the Window, ever..."
"Good night Timmy, I love you."
As the door closes, young Timmy closes his eyes and a thunderstorm soon starts to move in the Woodland area. Timmy's last image is that of the thorny bush outside his windows shaking in the wind. As he doses off into a deep sleep just like every other night he plans to wake up the next morning.
1 A.M. rolls around, a sharp sound taps off the window. Timmy opens his eyes looks at his window, he see's the thunderstorm is now very hard raining cats and dogs. He hears the clank at his window like someone throwing rocks from the rain. He gets up and walks over the other side of his room trying to see if it's just the throned brush hitting the window. As he watches he hears the clank once again, this time harder. Timmy remembering what his father told him, ignores it and shakes his head telling himself "It's probably hail", Timmy heads back to bed, without a care in the world trying to go to sleep during this thunderstorm.
2 A.M. the storms seemed to weakened, Timmy still half awake is finally dozing off. As his eyes look dreary he notices a shape coming from outside in the moonlight through his room. Terrified, it is man shaped and moving. It's seems to be looking from a distance crouching on a hill top. Timmy thinks his imagination is playing tricks on him, his father must of scared him enough to think theres something out there, it has to be a deer or something. The shape suddenly disappears into the distance and finally young Timmy lets out a sigh of relief. As he tells himself "It must of been some animal, this is not my night"
3 A.M. A knock a the window has not been tapped, Timmy asleep didn't hear it. Another louder knock on the window stuns Timmy awake. Timmy gasping for air, wonders what can be doing this at his window. All he can hear is the wind now, howling outside, the storm has passed. There is no shadow, there is only a knock. He looks at his window as the moonlight gazing into his room shows no signs of anything being outside in the hill plains or near his window. Then a thunderous knock, hits it once again. He saids to himself this is his imagination playing tricks on him. He hears a light sucking of teeth outside of it, like something lurking nearby but not quite being able to see it. Timmy now is getting out of his bed, walking towards the window, knowing that this sound can be just his brush tapping the window. As Timmy creeps toward the window he grabs a baseball bat his father gave him.
He stands around 10 feet from the window, waiting to hear something, if anything comes in he will attack it with the bat and yell for his father for help. He stays there, just looking at his window praying that whatever it is, it needs to just go scatter, and leave. He hears something breathing outside the window and his eyes widened with fear, as the breathing is a deep troublesome sound. There is no shadow all he hears is heavy breathing. He just stares into the unknown, he now is walking towards his door, but then thing that is outside his window scatters, like it was frightened. He listens, and it sounds like its running away towards the forest. Timmy, finally letting a breath into his lungs saids "it was a bear probably"
Nonchalant Timmy heads over to the window no longer scare as he has guessed it was a animal from the woods being a nosey garbage hunter. He tries to sneak a peak into the animal heading into the woods from a distance as it might be running on the plains and he can see what it is. He uncovers the curtains quickly, and there he was. A disgusting evil looking man, naked, his skin looked rotten filled with spots of aged putrid skin. His mouth was filled with sharpened yellow teeth and his nose was that of witches nose. His hands looks deformed with long nails that looked like they were grown over years and bitten off once long enough. His hair was a pulsating white mane around a bald spot where more ugly dark spots covered all over his face, his eyes are blue a beautiful blue. Timmy is in shock, unable to move, unable to scream, his hands clutching his bat, he just stares into the ugly mans eyes.
The man smiling now, raising his hands towards the window, and saids "It's time, to feast"
He breaks the window in one fatal swoop, grabbing Timmy by the waist in one movement. Timmy screams in agony as he is force through the broken window, cutting his hands and legs with deep wounds. He lets out a thunderous scream of horror, trying to grab the wood frame, but its no use, the creature has him and will not let him go.
The room now quiet, as Timmy's father rushes in, he see's the window smashed in. He lingers for a bit in a confused state and makes his way outside the house. He looks around, and the storm has come in again. It starts to rain, as he tries to find out where Timmy has gone to. He see's something through the lighting..... in the far plains on top of a hill where theres a tree. He see's the silhouette of a creature, standing up right. He seems to be waving his hand at Timmy's father, and on the other hand, there seems to be a round shape, he's grabbing it by some hairs. The creature, is showing Timmy's father, his 9 year old sons head in a playful gesture.
The father just starts crying, as the creature scatters and goes into the woods with the head. Woodland County, has now got confirmation that something unnatural is hunting down their children. Something not of this world, something Timmy's father will be hunting down the rest of his life for. Never go near your window, never let him see you, Never look into his eyes, for that means he can finally grab you as you lay motionless in fear.
Monday, March 17, 2014
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Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Like a lot of our peers feel, I believe this project is long overdue. Now that he has graduated college and matured into a young adult, I'm glad that he was able to finally put together an album that our friends and the rest of the world can enjoy. As he tells it:
Chill Factor was my "Finally" project. I just wanted to make a complete project where I was the one putting the pieces together, finally. I'd always wanted to flow on some 90's instrumentals about a few brief stories in my life. Nothing too major cause of the chill/relaxed vibe I wanted to incorporate. I chose all of the instrumentals, learned how to mix my vocals, and had a lot of fun making the project.Chill Factor has a perfect combination of lyrical whit, narrative voice, and a healthy introspective balance of seriousness and humor. The album definitely shows promise, great work, congratulations homie.