Michael Jackson is Super Gully.

I don't know sponge bob. But Lupe Fiasco is a more marketing savvy, likeable Talib Kweli. Peace to Brooklyn. Trust.But, I haven't hear a song KNOCK this SOULFULL since Jay D's jawn. It is the perfect begining of the summer ipod knock.

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Yall know Micheal and Paul McCartney fell out over the Beatles catalogue. Well, the Times gave up the game this weekend on the entire story. I loved reading every word. Who ever talks about financing ANYTHING in the culture. Its all about buy, consume, get fat.

Mr. Jackson's pre-expense share of the "Thriller" bounty — including the album, singles and a popular video — surpassed $125 million, according to a former adviser who requested anonymity because of the confidential nature of Mr. Jackson's finances. Below I have posted an excerpt.

Those who counseled him in the "Thriller" era credit the pop star with financial acumen and astute business judgment, evidenced by his $47.5 million purchase of the Beatles catalog in 1985 (a move that served to alienate him from Paul McCartney, the Beatles legend who imparted the financial wisdom of buying catalogs to Mr. Jackson during a casual chat,[ note to self, have more casual chats with yt's re finance] only to see Mr. Jackson then turn around and buy rights to many of Mr. McCartney's own songs).

The Dope part about it is that McCartney apparently was the one who TOLD MICHAEL to to invest in that sh*t in the first place.

Ha. They beefin' over Beatles cash.

Sony was worried because Mr. Jackson was the company's partner in a lucrative music publishing business that included songs by the Beatles and other musicians. If Mr. Jackson became insolvent, his 50 percent share of that
$1 billion business would be up for grabs to the highest bidder, leaving Sony to confront the uncomfortable possibility that it would be forced into a new, unpredictable partnership not of its own choosing. [ Sony would rather deal with the eccentric artist that they know, as opposed to say, Mark Cuban with hot tempered ass. Could you imagine having an investment so attractive that your partner can bring BANKS to the table to give you LOANS when you are TENS of MILLIONS of dollars in the hole mainly because of interest on your currrent LOANS. HA. I love CORPORATE FINANACE. WHERE IS THE VASELINE?]

Peace to the New York Times for writing something analytical 'bout Mike for once.

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Ceo's might wanna heed Mr. Aks warning regarding what the future holds if nigg*s don't get decent health care.

If those at the top of the heap are really so smart, they
should start advocating some orderly increase in redistrbution- at the very least, in the form of national health care coverage. They shoud do this if only to maintain social peace- to prevent the less fortunate, in other words, from losing their heads. Because if that happens, the rich may lose theirs as well.

Daniel Aks, New York Times, April 30th 2006

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Straight form the Bay. Brian Copeland in "Not a Genuine Black Man". He apparently had SOLD OUT shows in 'Frisco and is doing the damn thing in NYC.

Thats hella fresh.
Im tryna peep it. Who going with me?!?!!?
DR2 103
E15th 212 239 6200
$25-65

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Yall know I liked to call NYC Millionaire city. Well. This cat lamented, over the weekend, over the changes in The Village.

These days, I hardly recognize the student population, or at least what I hear about it. Every few months there seems to be a tabloid scandal involving someone conspicuously identified as "an N.Y.U. student": a young woman raised in a New
Jersey mansion arrested on charges of dealing drugs; a student accused of running a $7.4 million hedge-fund scam in Greenwich, Conn. These strike me as the transgressions of young people who act as if they can get away with whatever
they please.

Even in my day, commuting students like me weren't fashionable. We hadn't taken part in half a dozen after-school activities by the time we were 12. We hadn't played lacrosse in high school. But we did, I think, give an often cold and impersonal institution a soul, a grounded identity. The Olsen twins, for all the news media hype surrounding their presence at N.Y.U., do not.

MAYBE it's just me becoming an old coot. But in my mind, N.Y.U. feels like nothing so much as an enclave of downtown elitism. Its relentless expansion has the air of manifest destiny. The Palladium an N.Y.U. dorm? It still feels like a joke.

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These innernets been kinda quiet yall. Where yall at? Watchall doing?
And why is it so hot in cali and so dreary here man. This s*it is wack. ***logs off and eats trader joes tamale and scrounges around for another stella.

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