Friday, May 25, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
WHO IS Karolina the King "Available on Amazon"
As South Carolina, continues to break into the mainstream of the music scenes, where rap is increasing by the day. South Carolina’s next artist to emerge from this sizzling state is hip hop artist Karolina the King he is making some major moves towards success, with his hit single “Super Fly” Off mix-tape “Groomed For Greatness”.
At just the age of 16 was when he made his first professional appearance into the music business, the young man of Varnville (Da-Ville) South Carolina was inspired by all the music he came into contact with by both major and local artist. He began making a name for himself on the local music scenes, performing live shows and getting his own CDs duplicated. His determination and well articulated lyrics caught the attention of a local record store owner (Spinbad Records & Moore)
Johnny Moore, who would later become a strong adviser and mentor in his music career. Shortly after Mr. Moore helped him get into a professional studio, the artist found himself in some trouble with the law. This prevented him from being able to record for awhile. After a year and half of dealing with the court system, Karolina returned from his hiatus, but to a new found home this would be Charleston, SC, where he currently resides.
Karolina continued to record and perform, he fine-tuned his craft on local crowds, and set his sights on putting together an Entertainment company (Triniboy Entertainment) named in honor of his father's heritage "Trinidadian”. This plan would call for a team, the roster consist of Three people his wife Danielle who wears many hats in the business, a close and dear childhood friend Lonzo as the Graphic designer/Creative Director and Karolina The King ARTIST/C.E.O/Promoter. Together they put "Karolina the Kings" freshmen mix-tape labeled "Groomed for Greatness" together. This was digitally released January 5th 2012.
CEO/Hip-Hop Artist
Karolina The King
phone 843.367.7696 - email triniboyent@yahoo.com / triniboyent@inbox.com
GOOD COPS, BAD COPS Police Brutality!! Caught on Tape!!
IS IT JUSTIFIABLE? ONE COULD SAY COPS PUT THEIR LIVES ON THE LINE EVERYDAY TO PROTECT AND SERVE. BUT IS IT PROTECT AND SERVE IF YOU ARE ON THE RECEIVING END OF A FRESH ASS WHOOPING IF APPROACH BY AN OFFICER WHO IS HAVING A BAD DAY. EDUCATE YOURSELF
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
JAY-Z, KANYE WEST AND RICK ROSS MENTIONS BASQUIAT. WHO IS Jean-Michel Basquiat
Graffiti, Neo-expressionism, Contemporary art
Biography
Jean-Michel
Basquiat was born on December 22, 1960 in Brooklyn, New York. His father,
Gerard Basquiat was born in Port-au-Prince, Haiti and his mother, Matilde was
born in Brooklyn of Puerto Rican parents. Early on, Basquiat displayed a
proficiency in art which was encouraged by his mother. In 1977, Basquiat, along
with friend Al Diaz begins spray painting cryptic aphorisms on subway trains
and around lower Manhattan and signing them with the name SAMO© (Same
Old Shit). "SAMO© as an end to mindwash religion,
nowhere politics, and bogus philosophy," "SAMO© saves
idiots," "Plush safe he think; SAMO© ."
In
1978 Basquiat left home for good and quit school just one year before
graduating form high school. He lived with friends and began selling hand
painted postcards and T-shirts. In June of 1980, Basquiat's art was
publicly exhibited for the first time in a show sponsored by Colab
(Collaborative Projects Incorporated) along with the work of Jenny Holzer, Lee
Quinones, Kenny Scharf, Kiki Smith, Robin Winters, John Ahearn, Jane Dickson,
Mike Glier, Mimi Gross, and David Hammons. Basquiat continued to exhibit his
work around New York City and in Europe, participating in shows along with the
likes of Keith
Haring, Barbara Kruger.
In
December of 1981, poet and artist Rene Ricard published the first major article
on Basquiat entitled "The Radiant Child" in Artforum. In
1982, Basquiat was featured in the group show "Transavanguardia:
Italia/America" along with Neo-Expressionists Sandro Chia, Francesco
Clemente, Enzu Cucchi, David Deutsch, David Salle, and Julian Schnabel (who
will go on to direct the biographical film Basquiat in 1996). In 1983 Basquiat
had one-artist exhibitions at the galleries of Annina Nosei and Larry Gagosian
and was also included in the "1983 Biennial Exhibition" at the
Whitney Museum of American Art. It was also in 1983 that Basquiat was befriended
by Andy Warhol,
a relationship which sparked discussion concerning white patronization of black
art, a conflict which remains, to this day, at the center of most discussions
of Basquiat's life and work. Basquiat and Warhol collaborated on a number of
paintings, none of which are are critically acclaimed. Their relationship
continued, despite this, until Warhol's death in 1987.
TITLED: JIM CROW
By
1984, many of Basquiat's friends had become quite concerned about his excessive
drug use, often finding him unkempt and in a state of paranoia.
Basquiat's paranoia was also fueled by the very real threat of people stealing
work from his apartment and of art dealers taking unfinished work from his
studio. On February 10, 1985, Basquiat appeared on the cover of The
New York Times Magazine, posing for the Cathleen McGuigan article "New
Art, New Money: The Marketing of an American Artist." In March ,
Basquiat had his second one-artist show at the Mary Boone Gallery. In the
exhibition catalogue, Robert Farris Thompson spoke of Basquiat's work in terms
of an Afro-Atlantic tradition, a context in which this art had never been
discussed.
In
1986, Basquiat travelled to Africa for the first time and his work was shown in
Abidjan, Ivory Coast. In November, a large exhibition of more than sixty
paintings and drawings opened at the Kestner-Gesellschaft in Hannover; at
twenty-five Basquiat was the youngest artist ever given an exhibition there. In
1988, Basquiat had shows in both Paris and New York; the New York show was
praised by some critics, an encouraging development. Basquiat attempted
to kick his heroin addiction by leaving the temptations of New York for his
ranch in Hawaii. He returned to New York in June claiming to be drug-free.
On August 12 , Basquiat died as the result of a heroin overdose. He was 27.
Primary source for biography:
Sirmans, M. Franklin. "Chronology." Jean-Michel Basquiat. Ed. Richard Marshall. New York: Whitney/Abrams, 1992. 233-250.
Primary source for biography:
Sirmans, M. Franklin. "Chronology." Jean-Michel Basquiat. Ed. Richard Marshall. New York: Whitney/Abrams, 1992. 233-250.
TITLED: SLAVE AUCTION
From Street to Studio
Basquiat once told an interviewer, "Since I was seventeen, I thought I might be a star." As a teenager, he plunged into the emerging eighties art scene. He met artists and celebrities at the Mudd Club; appeared on Glenn O'Brien's TV Party, a television show about the downtown scene; and starred in a low-budget film, Downtown 81 (New York Beat), based on his own life. All the time, he was also making art: hitting downtown Manhattan buildings with spray-painted aphorisms, selling hand-painted T-shirts and collages on the streets, and making drawings. His big break came in 1980, when critics singled out his work at the Times Square Show, an exhibition showcasing young New York artists. He finally got a studio in 1981, when his first New York dealer, Annina Nosei, invited him to paint in the basement of her gallery.
Until then, he had little money to buy supplies, so he painted on window frames, cabinet doors, even football helmets—whatever he could find. After Basquiat began to make money, the quality of his art materials improved. Even so, throughout his career he often chose to paint on rough, handmade supports and intentionally pursued the awkward look of outsider art.
Basquiat once told an interviewer, "Since I was seventeen, I thought I might be a star." As a teenager, he plunged into the emerging eighties art scene. He met artists and celebrities at the Mudd Club; appeared on Glenn O'Brien's TV Party, a television show about the downtown scene; and starred in a low-budget film, Downtown 81 (New York Beat), based on his own life. All the time, he was also making art: hitting downtown Manhattan buildings with spray-painted aphorisms, selling hand-painted T-shirts and collages on the streets, and making drawings. His big break came in 1980, when critics singled out his work at the Times Square Show, an exhibition showcasing young New York artists. He finally got a studio in 1981, when his first New York dealer, Annina Nosei, invited him to paint in the basement of her gallery.
Until then, he had little money to buy supplies, so he painted on window frames, cabinet doors, even football helmets—whatever he could find. After Basquiat began to make money, the quality of his art materials improved. Even so, throughout his career he often chose to paint on rough, handmade supports and intentionally pursued the awkward look of outsider art.
Legacy
In 1996, seven years after his death, a biopic titled Basquiat was released, directed by Julian Schnabel, with actor Jeffrey Wrightplaying Basquiat. David Bowie played the part of Andy Warhol. Schnabel purchased the rights to the project after being interviewed, as a personal acquaintance of Basquiat, during its script development and realizing that he could do a better film.[32]
In 1991, poet Kevin Young produced a book, To Repel Ghosts, a compendium of 117 poems relating to Basquiat’s life, individual paintings, and social themes found in the artist’s work. He published a “remix” of the book in 2005.[33]
In 2005, poet M.K. Asante, Jr. published the poem "SAMO," dedicated to Basquiat, in his book Beautiful. And Ugly Too.
A 2009 documentary film, Jean-Michel Basquiat: The Radiant Child, directed by Tamra Davis, was first screened as part of the 2010Sundance Film Festival and was shown on the PBS series Independent Lens in 2011.[24]
In 2011, MC/poet/hip hop producer Ohini Jonez released a piece called "Basquiat (PBUH)" on Tumblr to widespread online acclaim.
Both Jay-Z and Kanye West made reference to Basquiat on their 2011 collaborative album "Watch The Throne". In "Illest Motherfucker Alive", Jay-Z raps "Basquiats, Warhols serving as my muses".
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
A SONG FOR ASSATA
A Song For Assata
by Common
(Common)
In the Spirit of God.
In the Spirit of the Ancestors.
In the Spirit of the Black Panthers.
In the Spirit of Assata Shakur.
We make this movement towards freedom
for all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle.
Yeah. yo, check it-
There were lights and sirens, gunshots firin
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh
No room to rest, pain consumed each breath
Shot twice wit her hands up
Police questioned but shot before she answered
One Panther lost his life, the other ran for his
Scandalous the police were as they kicked and beat her
Comprehension she was beyond, tryna hold on
to life. She thought she'd live with no arm
that's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed tight to the bed, through her skin it bit
Put guns to her head, every word she got hit
'Who shot the trooper?' they asked her
Put mace in her eyes, threatened to blast her
Her mind raced till things got still
Opened her eyes, realized she's next to her best friend who got killed
She got chills, they told her: that's where she would be next
Hurt mixed wit anger-survival was a reflex
They lied and denied visits from her lawyer
But she was buildin as they tried to destroy her
If it wasn't for this german nurse they woulda served her worse
I read this sister's story, knew that it deserved a verse
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all.
(Cee-lo vocals)
I'm thinkin' of Assata, yes.
Listen to my Love, Assata, yes.
Your Power and Pride is beautiful.
May God bless your Soul.
(Common)
It seemed like the middle of the night when the law awakened her
Walkie-talkies cracklin, I see 'em when they takin her
Though she kinda knew,
What made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue
Arrived to Middlesex Prison about six inna morning
Uneasy as they pushed her to the second floor in
a cell, one cot, no window, facing hell.
Put in the basement of a prison wit all males
And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes
She'd exercise, (paint?,) and begin to read
Two years inna hole. Her soul grew weak
Away from people so long she forgot how to speak
She discovered freedom is a unspoken sound
And a wall is a wall and can be broken down
Found peace in the Panthers she went on trial with
One of the brothers she had a child with
The foulness they would feed her, hopin she's lose her seed
Held tight, knowing the fight would live through this seed
In need of a doctor, from her stomach she's bleed
Out of this situation a girl was conceived
Separated from her, left to mother the Revolution
And lactated to attack hate
Cause federal and state was built for a Black fate
Her emptiness was filled with beatings and court dates
They fabricated cases, hoping one would stick
And said she robbed places that didn't exist
In the midst of threats on her life and being caged with Aryan whites
Through dark halls of hate she carried the light
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free.
Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free, so dig it, people-
(Cee-Lo)
I'm thinkin' of Assata, yeah.
Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful...
May God bless your Soul.
Oooh.
(Common)
Yo
From North Carolina her grandmother would bring
news that she had had a dream
Her dreams always meant what they needed them to mean
What made them real was the action in between
She dreamt that Assata was free in they old house in Queens
The fact that they always came true was the thing
Assata had been convicted of a murder she couldna done
Medical evidence shown she couldna shot the gun
It's time for her to see the sun from the other side
Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side
Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again
Time for her to breathe, and not be told how or when
She untangled the chains and escaped the pain
How she broke out of prison I could never explain
And even to this day they try to get to her
but she's free with political asylum in Cuba.
(Cee-Lo vocals)
I'm thinkin' of Assata, yeah.
Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah.
We're molded from the same mud, Assata.
We share the same Blood, Assata, yeah.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful...
May God bless your Soul.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful...
May God bless your Soul.
Oooh.
(Assata)
Freedom! You askin me about freedom. Askin me about freedom?
I'll be honest with you. I know a whole more about what freedom isn't
than about what it is, cause I've never been free.
I can only share my vision with you of the future, about what freedom is.
Uhh, the way I see it, freedom is-- is the right to grow, is the right to
blossom.
Freedom is -is the right to be yourself, to be who you are,
to be who you wanna be, to do what you wanna do. (fade out)
In the Spirit of God.
In the Spirit of the Ancestors.
In the Spirit of the Black Panthers.
In the Spirit of Assata Shakur.
We make this movement towards freedom
for all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle.
Yeah. yo, check it-
There were lights and sirens, gunshots firin
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh
No room to rest, pain consumed each breath
Shot twice wit her hands up
Police questioned but shot before she answered
One Panther lost his life, the other ran for his
Scandalous the police were as they kicked and beat her
Comprehension she was beyond, tryna hold on
to life. She thought she'd live with no arm
that's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed tight to the bed, through her skin it bit
Put guns to her head, every word she got hit
'Who shot the trooper?' they asked her
Put mace in her eyes, threatened to blast her
Her mind raced till things got still
Opened her eyes, realized she's next to her best friend who got killed
She got chills, they told her: that's where she would be next
Hurt mixed wit anger-survival was a reflex
They lied and denied visits from her lawyer
But she was buildin as they tried to destroy her
If it wasn't for this german nurse they woulda served her worse
I read this sister's story, knew that it deserved a verse
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all.
(Cee-lo vocals)
I'm thinkin' of Assata, yes.
Listen to my Love, Assata, yes.
Your Power and Pride is beautiful.
May God bless your Soul.
(Common)
It seemed like the middle of the night when the law awakened her
Walkie-talkies cracklin, I see 'em when they takin her
Though she kinda knew,
What made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue
Arrived to Middlesex Prison about six inna morning
Uneasy as they pushed her to the second floor in
a cell, one cot, no window, facing hell.
Put in the basement of a prison wit all males
And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes
She'd exercise, (paint?,) and begin to read
Two years inna hole. Her soul grew weak
Away from people so long she forgot how to speak
She discovered freedom is a unspoken sound
And a wall is a wall and can be broken down
Found peace in the Panthers she went on trial with
One of the brothers she had a child with
The foulness they would feed her, hopin she's lose her seed
Held tight, knowing the fight would live through this seed
In need of a doctor, from her stomach she's bleed
Out of this situation a girl was conceived
Separated from her, left to mother the Revolution
And lactated to attack hate
Cause federal and state was built for a Black fate
Her emptiness was filled with beatings and court dates
They fabricated cases, hoping one would stick
And said she robbed places that didn't exist
In the midst of threats on her life and being caged with Aryan whites
Through dark halls of hate she carried the light
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free.
Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free, so dig it, people-
(Cee-Lo)
I'm thinkin' of Assata, yeah.
Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful...
May God bless your Soul.
Oooh.
(Common)
Yo
From North Carolina her grandmother would bring
news that she had had a dream
Her dreams always meant what they needed them to mean
What made them real was the action in between
She dreamt that Assata was free in they old house in Queens
The fact that they always came true was the thing
Assata had been convicted of a murder she couldna done
Medical evidence shown she couldna shot the gun
It's time for her to see the sun from the other side
Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side
Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again
Time for her to breathe, and not be told how or when
She untangled the chains and escaped the pain
How she broke out of prison I could never explain
And even to this day they try to get to her
but she's free with political asylum in Cuba.
(Cee-Lo vocals)
I'm thinkin' of Assata, yeah.
Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah.
We're molded from the same mud, Assata.
We share the same Blood, Assata, yeah.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful...
May God bless your Soul.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful...
May God bless your Soul.
Oooh.
(Assata)
Freedom! You askin me about freedom. Askin me about freedom?
I'll be honest with you. I know a whole more about what freedom isn't
than about what it is, cause I've never been free.
I can only share my vision with you of the future, about what freedom is.
Uhh, the way I see it, freedom is-- is the right to grow, is the right to
blossom.
Freedom is -is the right to be yourself, to be who you are,
to be who you wanna be, to do what you wanna do. (fade out)
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