uNCovered 3rd

Look In The Mirror...

2010-07-26T14:30:00.002-07:00

...nahhh,nahhh...we are not alike...

Have A Great Weekend

2010-07-23T13:47:00.001-07:00

Have a great weekend.

What's Your Sexual Number?

2010-07-14T17:58:00.003-07:00

What's your number of sexual partners that you have had?
No, really...

The Crossroads...

2010-07-02T14:32:00.002-07:00

The crossroads...

My Feelings Exactly...

2010-07-02T10:19:00.001-07:00

A perfect song to describe today....

Thirty Days Later...

2010-07-01T17:00:00.002-07:00

Thirty days finished....
Here is some of the benefits I gained from the alcohol hiatus...

Almost Thirty Days

2010-06-29T16:10:00.004-07:00

The last thirty days of no liquor was difficult the first 7 days, but it got easier after that. I have noticed huge differences in my body, mood, work ethic, etc. Tomorrow, will make thirty days of what I had set out to do on June 1st, no liquor for thirty days. I am proud of myself. Tomorrow, I will be doing a VLOG on the benefits that I have gained from this journey.

High Definition Vision..

2010-06-27T16:50:00.003-07:00

Since when did you need high definition for reality? Hmm...anyone that is stupid enough to believe in "high definition vision" is a fuckin moron. It's amazing the things venture capitalists will market to the sheepie (consumers) to buy and "believe in."

25 Days...

2010-06-25T15:37:00.001-07:00

25 Days, No Liquor...
Feels incredible!
I might just go another thirty days...

City Lights

2010-06-22T14:20:00.002-07:00

I wrote this about two weeks ago; I started it to describe the changes I went through since I moved to Los Angeles. It will make one year on July 6th; it has been a time of distinct change (physical, mental, spiritual, social, etc). Maybe it will better help my readership understand who I am; this is what makes me. The good and bad things that have occurred in the 12 month calendar has shaped me. You see...most people move to Los Angeles and change for the worst; I have changed for the better...

As far as I can remember, becoming an A&R executive in the music industry had always been a dream of mine. I remember watching Sean “Puffy” Combs in music videos in the late-nineties, and saying to myself, “Damn...one day that will be me.” I began in the music industry as an intern for the underground hip-hop group, Zion I three years ago. I began to freelance write for a few publications, then eventually branched into public relations with my first client, TiRon. From gaining TiRon some exposure through small mediums of press, I gained another client, Dom Kennedy that I would be able to push to new heights. In my first eighteen months of working as a publicist, I have done more professionally in my first year and a half than most publicists do in their first five years.

I moved to Los Angeles from a small town in the San Francisco Bay Area in July ’09 full of hope and wonder to what was next. I promised myself that I would not be running back home broke or better yet, heartbroken. I would not let the city bubbled by smog and laden with plastic handshakes break me down. I have now been in Los Angeles, California eleven months today and I can say that I have gone through a tremendous amount of changes in my life. There are things physically that have changed about me, as well as things mentally that have changed about me.

When I moved to Los Angeles on July 6th, 2009, I had slightly high blood pressure and was carrying around two years worth of poor diet and alcohol-binged body weight. I began working out again (like I once had in college) and began to drop some weight. But, it wasn’t until February ’10, when I really started to take my fitness and diet more seriously. I began to run two and a half miles with superset weights in my training 4-5 times a week as well as a diet that consisted of 4-5 meals a day of eating nothing grilled chicken and fish with a lot of veggies and fruits. Now, I look at pictures of me from July 2009, and it startles me to see I let myself get so out of shape. I am still not where I want to be physically, but I definitely have lost a lot of weight. Especially in the last four months, the weight and body fat has dropped tremendously. Now, its definitely time to tone up. On June 1st, 2010, I started a new journey; I decided to stop drinking alcohol for thirty days. Most of my weight gain was from alcohol binge, so I decided to completely drop that part of my life out of existence. I know that for certain if I go thirty days without alcohol, then I probably will choose to go another thirty.

When I left the Bay Area, I was a bit close-minded on many things. I have learned to accept people for their differences a bit more than I was able to do before. Living in Los Angeles, you see a lot of shit that you definitely would not see in any other part of the world. The hardest transition for me in the first few months of living here was noticing how very little culture there was in this city. It seemed in the first few months of living here and experiencing LA for what it was that most of the people here were not anything like I was used to at all; they were not hard-working blue collar people. My work ethic is exactly like where I am from; I am a small-town boy with the work ethic to make a way out of damn near no way. But, then again, this is the land of the lost. This is the one city where most people from all over the world move to live their hopes and dreams. But, the sad thing about Los Angeles is how delusional most people in Hollywood really are. For once, I would like to meet a Tom that works as an accountant, or a Leslie that works downtown at the courthouse. It becomes tiresome when everyone you seem to meet in Hollywood is in the “industry.” I have grown to realize that most of the people I encounter at my client’s shows/concerts are really not in the industry at all; they are mostly groupies (both male and female) looking to be noticed for very little accomplishment they really don’t have. The internet has made it so easy for anyone to become a “professional writer” or “a model.” No, you are not a professional writer, you have a blog. No, you are not a model, you are just some chick that takes pictures in your bathroom mirror. Like I said before, Hollywood is a place of image, better yet, it is a place of smoke and mirrors. Mentally, a year ago, I thought it would be a great idea to mix business with friendships. Now, I have realized that befriending someone that you work with is not the greatest idea at all.

If I had to give anyone advice when moving to Los Angeles in the next coming hours, days, weeks, or months, please do make sure that you are ready to experience something that you have never experienced in your life. If you are from a small-town, get ready for experiencing a multitude of people that have been raised with Hollywood lights not far from where they grew up. Get ready to meet some people that believe breathing smog-laced air is normal. LA is a bubble; most people here treat it like it is the new Rome (the center of the world). When you move here, please do keep an open mind because this place has a way of skewing your thoughts. Stay a leader. Do not come here following the American Apparel-clothed sheep. Keep your small-town charm. But, above all this, come here with a plan written down. Do not come here floating around hoping to make something happen. Be ready for one hell of a ride. The people you do meet that look out for your best interest, keep them close. Do not get caught up in all this Hollywood bullshit. Do not let this city change you. Keep your humility.

You Get What You Pay For...

2010-06-21T19:40:00.003-07:00

This VLOG includes a special guest, Jazzi of Pistol Etiquette to talk about the newly acquired office space and fake business owners..

Nirvana: The State of Not Wanting

2010-06-20T19:47:00.003-07:00

What if I told you that I spent this entire weekend in my apartment with my girlfriend and it did not get old at all? This complete weekend...a complete forty-eight hours was spent in my apartment watching movies. The state of nirvana had definitely set in; this whole past week was very stressful (professionally and financially). But, after spending this very simple weekend of just lounging around the apartment with her, everything seemed alright. She had brought to my attention that I would be going through some sort of breakup almost a week and a half ago from reading a horoscope, but at the time I had no idea what kind of a breakup. It was last Monday, I realized that it would be with a now former client of mine. It's funny; I never really believed in horoscopes too much. The ironic thing of the "breakup" coming true. Last week is now in the past; I look forward to the what's ahead for me this week. It has officially been twenty days of no liquor; the detox is coming along fine. I think the stresses of last week had me wanting to indulge in a drink, but I'm glad I did not. The thirty days of no liquor is almost over; I think I might stretch it out longer. We shall see...

Ego In Your Underwear....

2010-06-17T11:52:00.003-07:00

This video is for people that gain the majority of their ego
through what lays within their underwear.

Kill Your Sob Stories...

2010-06-09T09:31:00.002-07:00

The excuses some women make for their shortcomings is truly ridiculous. You complain about how you want a man to treat you with respect when the majority of you saying this shit don't even respect yourselves. Fucking a thug nigga then crying about how he uses you, then in another breath staying with him because he fucks the shit out of you is insecure as fuck. Anybody (man or woman) that stays with someone they know isn't shit based on sexual attraction is insecure as fuck. Do not complain about someone using you if you allow them you do so. And this goes for you dudes fucking with stupid broads because "the pussy is good;" you are weak as fuck. And this goes for the chicks fucking niggas their dad's age because you think an older man is more mature when in essense you are just an easy access weekend fuck; you are weak as fuck.

Get your shit together; love yourself before trying to love someone else. Do not be the typical dude that let's a trifling chick move in with you, you pay all the bills and only keep her around for pussy. She is probably fucking other dudes, and your weak ass is a meal ticket. Do not be the typical chick that fucks a trifling nigga, allows them to break you down (mentally, physically, and spiritually), then complains to others around you like it's his fault. No... It's your fault for being weak and insecure enough to allow it to happen. When I hear these sob stories starting off like "He did this...She did that...I didn't do anything to deserve this;" I completely tune you out. Thank God all my true friends are not typicals and do not fall for the typical stupid shit like most people do.

It's sad; people will do anything to say they have someone in their lives. Love yourself first.

Oh, Hip-Hop...You Bore Me Soooo....

2010-06-07T11:03:00.002-07:00

This Tame Impala “Innerspeaker” album is blasting through these God-awful expensive BOSE earphones, but it sounds so incredible. I can say that spending a hundred dollars on these earphones is a bit much, but when you want to feel and embrace yourself in the music that you are listening to (like myself), it is all worth the investment. Why spend thirty dollars on some Apple earbuds that will eventually break within three months so you have to buy another pair? It just makes sense in the end to buy the higher quality earphones that will last a longer time.

I recently have come into a funk with this music that I have been working with as of late. All of my clients are hip-hop artists, and I am growing bored with this genre of music. If all you can talk about is how cool you are, and how your Louis Vuitton “Damier print got you lookin’ like a chessboard,” then I really do not feel the need to listen to your shit. The hip-hop genre is like high school; everyone wants to be cool. It’s sad to me to go to these local shows with up and coming hip-hop artists and see how most of these rappers are going broke to “keep up with the Joneses.” All of this “I’m too cool...please look at me” bullshit reminds me of myself at the age of sixteen and seventeen. Now, the really sad thing is when I am twenty-five years old (the same age as most of the artists I see perpetuating this “cool kid” persona) and I can say, “These rap niggas remind me of myself when I was 17.”

I am now looking to sign a band (or two or more). Rock has been the one true genre (since I was 16) that has drawn out the most excitement out of me musically. The lyrics are generally raw human emotions that everyone can relate to (vulnerability, euphoria, etc). If you are in a band or if you know of any dope bands looking for some branding, public relations, booking, etc., please do send them my way. You seen what I’ve done for Dom Kennedy; I point guard careers.

When I was 17, it was cool to hear rappers (like Jay-Z) talk about lavish things (such as G4 jets and Cristal bottles) that I would “aspire” to having one day. But now, at the ripe, old age of twenty-five years old (I kid...I kid...) I can no longer relate to these material things. Hell, I could easily go buy a bottle of Cristal and be cool in the club on Sunset Blvd in Hollywood like the rest of the sheepie, but I’d rather be home and write. Some of us grow up extremely quicker than others; most of us never grow up at all. Who really wants to be the old guy in the club; honestly?!

Advice On Moving To Los Angeles....

2010-06-06T10:27:00.002-07:00

Last night, I began to write and rather than publish it as a blog post, or even a poem, I decided to extend the writing a few more pages. Then, I realized that I should turn my writing into a book. Here is a excerpt explaining the many changes that I have experienced while living in Los Angeles. In this paragraph, I am giving advice to anyone that plans on moving here to LA in the next coming months...

If I had to give anyone advice when moving to Los Angeles in the next coming hours, days, weeks, or months, please do make sure that you are ready to experience something that you have never experienced in your life. If you are from a small-town, get ready for experiencing a multitude of people that have been raised with Hollywood lights not far from where they grew up. Get ready to meet some people that believe breathing smog-laced air is normal. LA is a bubble; most people here treat it like it is the new Rome (the center of the world). When you move here, please do keep an open mind because this place has a way of skewing your thoughts. Stay a leader. Do not come here following the American Apparel-clothed sheep. Keep your small-town charm. But, above all this, come here with a plan written down. Do not come here floating around hoping to make something happen. Be ready for one hell of a ride. The people you do meet that look out for your best interest, keep them close. Do not get caught up in all this Hollywood bullshit. Do not let this city change you. Keep your humility.

Weekend Words...

2010-06-04T18:27:00.000-07:00

I'm giving you guys a few gems to keep peace in your home for this weekend...

Damn...

2010-06-02T15:17:00.003-07:00

I'm dating an emo chick from a Lifetime Movie Special....
Update: Nerd Emo Girl

No Liquor For Thirty Days

2010-05-31T15:13:00.004-07:00

I'm not going to drink any alcohol for thirty days to maximize the results of my training; the last time I did this, I seen a extremely significant drop in my body fat percentage. Looks like there is going to be a lot of bootleg movie nights for the month of June.

...and it's draining....

2010-05-25T10:44:00.002-07:00

I woke up this morning and still had the remaining signs of stress and hurt from last night, but rather than loathing around in sadness I decided to hit the gym. I have noticed that every time that I train or work out, whatever is going on with me evaporates from my mind and body. Sometimes, you can truly think you are doing your best to better the communication levels with someone, then you realize that some people will never change their views. I usually am so belligerent and so uncaring of others' ideas, truths or opinions, but at this point in my life, there is no need for beating around the bush. There is no need for me to apologize to someone when in the first place; I was not wrong.

At the end of the day, you will do what you want to do, and there is nothing I can do about that. I can only hope that one day you will realize that I chose to change the darkest element of me, my belligerence to try and better this situation. But, in return, I got nothing but negative differences between me and your others in the past and was completely insulted. Maybe, my friend, Keisha was right; maybe you do need some alone time. But, I do thank you for bringing me back to my senses; I thank you for bringing me back to the one thing that releases all of my pain, anguish, and stress, my writing. For so long I have neglected my gift; I am back with you, old friend. I am back to writing. Thank you for reminding me of this.

Well, Isn't This Nice...

2010-05-24T23:52:00.006-07:00

Sometimes I wish I could feel something more than this sense of loneliness and want; the true element of being alone at night rather bothers me. Today, I tried something that was basically outside of myself or character; I had a discussion with someone regarding a difference in opinion that we had. Normally, I would shut down their ideas and champion mine as the victor, but tonight, I listened and acknowledged their own truths. I was completely calm during this thirty-three minute disagreement, but yet, it seemed like yet of a role reversal towards the tail end of the spat. In all cases, I would be the one to stir up the pot by throwing insults to get a rise out of the person, but I was the one being fucked up this time. In this case on an average day or night, I would have fired back mental bricks to destroy their complete sense of self-worth but tonight I did not.

I questioned the person on if they were used to dealing with anyone like me and they said, "No" abruptly. I then began to ask them what was the difference between me and their past interactions with men. After about five minutes, I realized that everything they said was about my line of communication. Every difference that they said about me was negative. There was nothing in the differences that was a positive. It's quite a troubling feeling to hear someone you are involved with say that every difference between you and their skeletons in their closet have was not in your favor at all. But, yet, you were more of a social burden than a social pleasure.
I really do not think I am wrong for trying to better myself and communicate with this person in a calm manner; it's sad to think that every woman that I have dealt with can be as sweet with incredible laughs and smiles when they want to be, then be as cold as the others to prove a point with you. I get off the phone calmly, hurt. Now, it is midnight and it has been three hours since we got off the phone. I would think that I would get an apology for being offended, but I am not surprised. Well, isn't this nice....

Diary of A Young Black Publicist (Vol III)

2010-05-24T13:49:00.002-07:00

If you're over 21 years old and hollerin, "DAMN, SHE ON ME BRO!" Stop it 5! Get your Dr. Phil "I Need A Hug" ass outta here. I have a solution for you....

Consider this an inspirational video.

Your welcome...
You are all welcome.

Carlton Banks Syndrome

2010-05-24T12:03:00.000-07:00

The Dissection of the "upscale, elitist" black male and female...

A Realist Amongst Idealists

2010-05-19T11:47:00.002-07:00

It's hard for me to accept people for thinking idealist all the time;
I know it's even harder for them to accept me for being blatant about my thinking.

The Daddy Complex (Video)

2010-05-13T09:41:00.002-07:00

If you get offended at anything I say in this VLOG or any other VLOG,
then obviously you must be the target audience.