16 January 2006
"Grandmother and her geriatric posse"
If you're intrigued by the title, I urge you to read on. Chosun actually uses that phrase successfully. He also talks about taking a blind kid's lollipop.
Read the first part of the story here and the second here.
The Tale of Chosun's Good Heart (continued).
By Chosun.
To reiterate my previous entry, I was on a Titanic of a high with the addition of CL Smooth, Anders, and Rex. I felt like nothing could stop me as I was powering forward full-steam with the lineup, support, and venue as my engine…
At this point, I was around a month or so into the preparations for the event. With the deadline for promotions quickly looming on the horizon, I struggled to continue to add names to the lineup, to no avail. Through Rex I had gotten Kurtis Blow and Grandmaster Caz on the bill which was nice, but they are so old-school that few of the current market consumers would recognize them. I was working around the clock to get that one anchor artist to really seal the deal.
Then, I got a break. Rex put me on a conference call with Will, an artist as well as the manager for Black Rob and G-Dep of Bad Boy Records. For those of you who don’t know who Black Rob is, see if you remember a song called Whoa. Regardless, I felt a relief that even Rolaids couldn’t match when Will told me that he would put Black Rob and G-Dep on as long as he and his boys were allowed to perform as well. Was that even a question? That’s like telling a blind kid that you’ll give him the gift of sight as long as you can have his lollipop. Honestly, I would’ve let his grandmother and her geriatric posse on-stage to do a naked rendition of the Spice Girls if it would get Black Rob and G-Dep there. Needless to say, my stress levels dropped significantly and I was confident that everything would move along well ... and was unprepared for what would happen next…
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Have you ever had a serious craving for Rocky Road ice-cream? I mean, a serious craving—the kind that would make you go from store to store with repeated failures until you found your Rocky Road at a small convenience market 45 minutes away. Subsequently, when you found it, you brought it home only to find out that it has freezer burn inside. On top of that, the chocolate chips are actually rabbit droppings, and the marshmallows and nuts are actually frozen pieces of Styrofoam and rat testicles. No? Well it’s a small sample of how I felt when I found out that Will was not actually Black Rob’s manager! In fact, his only real relation to Black Rob is through G-Dep!
My initial suspicions arose when I had a follow-up conversation with Will who assured me that G-Dep would definitely be there, along with a huge list of amateur performers. He had conveniently left out Black Rob’s name which concerned me a bit, so I asked if Black Rob would be there. He said that Rob might not be available since his new album had recently been released and that he may be out of the country touring. HE MAY BE OUT OF THE COUNTRY TOURING?!? Wouldn’t you expect your manager to KNOW something like that? To get to the bottom line, I called my friend Derek of Wolfpak Management who had once mentioned that he knew Black Rob from back in the day. Well, apparently Derek actually knows Black Rob relatively well and quickly got him on a 3-way call with me. I then mentioned the event to him, which he claimed to know nothing about. After mentioning that his manager, Will, had told me that he would be willing to do it, he quickly laughed and said that “[Will] ain’t my manager. I mean, I know him, but he ain’t got nothin’ to do with me.” Shocked, I stumbled a bit on my words, at which point Rob gave me his REAL manager’s number and told me to speak to him about it all. Upon hanging up the phone, I felt violated…as if an LAPD nightstick or something has just sodomized my innocent self. I picked myself back up and called the REAL manager, who subsequently told me that he would give me the “family” price of $XXXX to do the event. In all fairness, it was a very good price, so I agreed for the sake of keeping things moving along. I figured it was worth saving the headache of having to backtrack again, so I went ahead and paid. On top of this, I unsuccessfully tried to contact Evil Dee again to verify that everything was ok with him.
I quickly learned that the people that talk a lot ... tend to talk a lot of B.S.
How does our hero end his quest? The final installment will be up this week. Then we start work on the big studio film (and no, we couldn't get Leo -- he's booked -- but Tom Cruise has agreed -- tentatively -- as long as we take on Katie Holmes for the role of Black Rob, which seems alright to me.) ¶ 7:43 PM
Read the first part of the story here and the second here.
The Tale of Chosun's Good Heart (continued).
By Chosun.
To reiterate my previous entry, I was on a Titanic of a high with the addition of CL Smooth, Anders, and Rex. I felt like nothing could stop me as I was powering forward full-steam with the lineup, support, and venue as my engine…
At this point, I was around a month or so into the preparations for the event. With the deadline for promotions quickly looming on the horizon, I struggled to continue to add names to the lineup, to no avail. Through Rex I had gotten Kurtis Blow and Grandmaster Caz on the bill which was nice, but they are so old-school that few of the current market consumers would recognize them. I was working around the clock to get that one anchor artist to really seal the deal.
Then, I got a break. Rex put me on a conference call with Will, an artist as well as the manager for Black Rob and G-Dep of Bad Boy Records. For those of you who don’t know who Black Rob is, see if you remember a song called Whoa. Regardless, I felt a relief that even Rolaids couldn’t match when Will told me that he would put Black Rob and G-Dep on as long as he and his boys were allowed to perform as well. Was that even a question? That’s like telling a blind kid that you’ll give him the gift of sight as long as you can have his lollipop. Honestly, I would’ve let his grandmother and her geriatric posse on-stage to do a naked rendition of the Spice Girls if it would get Black Rob and G-Dep there. Needless to say, my stress levels dropped significantly and I was confident that everything would move along well ... and was unprepared for what would happen next…
---
Have you ever had a serious craving for Rocky Road ice-cream? I mean, a serious craving—the kind that would make you go from store to store with repeated failures until you found your Rocky Road at a small convenience market 45 minutes away. Subsequently, when you found it, you brought it home only to find out that it has freezer burn inside. On top of that, the chocolate chips are actually rabbit droppings, and the marshmallows and nuts are actually frozen pieces of Styrofoam and rat testicles. No? Well it’s a small sample of how I felt when I found out that Will was not actually Black Rob’s manager! In fact, his only real relation to Black Rob is through G-Dep!
My initial suspicions arose when I had a follow-up conversation with Will who assured me that G-Dep would definitely be there, along with a huge list of amateur performers. He had conveniently left out Black Rob’s name which concerned me a bit, so I asked if Black Rob would be there. He said that Rob might not be available since his new album had recently been released and that he may be out of the country touring. HE MAY BE OUT OF THE COUNTRY TOURING?!? Wouldn’t you expect your manager to KNOW something like that? To get to the bottom line, I called my friend Derek of Wolfpak Management who had once mentioned that he knew Black Rob from back in the day. Well, apparently Derek actually knows Black Rob relatively well and quickly got him on a 3-way call with me. I then mentioned the event to him, which he claimed to know nothing about. After mentioning that his manager, Will, had told me that he would be willing to do it, he quickly laughed and said that “[Will] ain’t my manager. I mean, I know him, but he ain’t got nothin’ to do with me.” Shocked, I stumbled a bit on my words, at which point Rob gave me his REAL manager’s number and told me to speak to him about it all. Upon hanging up the phone, I felt violated…as if an LAPD nightstick or something has just sodomized my innocent self. I picked myself back up and called the REAL manager, who subsequently told me that he would give me the “family” price of $XXXX to do the event. In all fairness, it was a very good price, so I agreed for the sake of keeping things moving along. I figured it was worth saving the headache of having to backtrack again, so I went ahead and paid. On top of this, I unsuccessfully tried to contact Evil Dee again to verify that everything was ok with him.
I quickly learned that the people that talk a lot ... tend to talk a lot of B.S.
How does our hero end his quest? The final installment will be up this week. Then we start work on the big studio film (and no, we couldn't get Leo -- he's booked -- but Tom Cruise has agreed -- tentatively -- as long as we take on Katie Holmes for the role of Black Rob, which seems alright to me.) ¶ 7:43 PM
