Why Dove’s “Real Beauty Sketches” Video Makes Me Uncomfortable… and Kind of Makes Me Angry
So this video started going around my facebook today, with about a dozen of my female friends sharing the link with comments like, and “Everyone needs to see this”, and “All girls should watch this,” and “This made me cry.” And I’m not trying to shame those girls! I definitely understand why they would do so. And I don’t want to be a killjoy. But as I clicked the link and started watching the video, I started to feel a slight sense of discomfort. I couldn’t put my finger on why that was, exactly, but it continued throughout the whole thing. After watching the video several more times, I have some thoughts…
EPonym - Vertigo Feat. Jeff Bernat (Prod. By LeDouix)
MMJ - Gimme
First track of the new year for me, wanted to try something new and out of my norm. Began as an experiment with beat making and kind of just grew from there. The terrible singer I am this is all autotuned and was done for definite shits and gigs. Hope ya’ll enjoy.
Exhibit C (Jay Electronica Remix) - BEDLAM
Just Blaze Instrumental
BEDLAM consists of two San Francisco native emcees, (Animal Durden & Viberoc) who set out to show people that…quality content and talent doesn’t need to be sacrificed in order to be heard…also, to incite panic upon those who doubt. First track they present to you is a remix of Jay Electronica’s “Exhibit C” (prod. Just Blaze)…where both emcees display their passion and drive behind the path they’ve chosen…while also venting out their frustrations of today’s current scene. Listen and share the track with people that you feel would appreciate good quality music. Stay tuned…this is just a small sample of things to come. (shout out to MOOSE for the mixdown, check him and his music out HERE)
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At the jump off I’m cuttin like a buzzsaw / my love for this is limitless , music is in my blood raw / run up on the drums like we got a problem with guns drawn / then clear the smoking barrels continue walking this unharmed / this is the life of me, expression thru my tired eyes / never question purpose or asking myself am I alive / especially during trying times where money isn’t abundant / while these wack muthafuckas get rich off a stupid club hit / shit, I’m trying bring skills back to the forefront / where lyrics mattered while getting breaded so we could store up / but yet my skin complexion is in question cause my audience ain’t what the industry is targeting, go shake the core up / and burn these bridges, go for it like forth and inches / dropping the needle hot on a vinyl like scorched syringes / a storm is inching, nearing closer up to the coast, and when it hits, then we’ll know whos real enough to stay afloat / check the transformation, deliver the message no hesitation / constantly grinding whenever my eyes are open to rise upon my location / yo Everyday I’m trying better my situation / by maintaining a certain level of sanity /I speak it candidly, never concerned with my status or where the flashing cameras be / so after I hand the mic to over you, you hand it back to me / and it’s like that, all respect to those who really write raps / and cut out the talk about chains like inner city bike racks / who’s all about the rhythm in sync with snares and hi hats / who truly cares about the future of music and where their minds at / I do this for anybody that feels passion bout their life span
I’m gonna vibe off this rock Live wont stop fuck breaks / Crush you little man Like Japan I busy quakes / For fuck sake you sleepin on me, lookin crusty / Trust me Wild West, Its the good bad and the ugly / kill it on a Wednesday, Like this brothers Pugsley / Gangsta on my deniro And Nobody can touch me / See me and music our relationships abusive / Hit me when I spit swiftly, don’t give me no bruises / Like a mothers calm voice Soothing when lifes is confusing / But in Music shit, I know what we doing / I’m perusing, I’m a shoe in, and I’ll leave your Crew in ruins / Like the Mayans, Grave rob ya riot, then im looting / One bird in the coocoo flew in, and I never choose losing / On my Lot 25, yo I do it moving never quit / Even when they call you a heretic / Fuck when they comparing it, post to Facebook sharing it / Ride so hard my bearings split, So cutthroat my larynx slit / Music is my heroin ninja like a terrapin / Live out my passion, Music til death like Michael Jackson / Forever lasting while you stay button mashin / I game intelligent, you play irrelevant, has been / knuckle dragging, think you’re gangsta just cuz you saggin / Think youre swaggin, you couldn’t hot box with an animal / Pick up the pen and percolate poison Ill pass the antidote / And I quote, music don’t lie, Hendrix fans will know / Heals a damaged soul, ravaged whole inside a massive hole / close my eyes, clear my thoughts, and manage the bull.