It’s not easy being an aspiring artist. Fuck what your neighborhood ” I DID IT ALL ON MY OWN” rapper is preaching to you, it’s damn near impossible to create, finance, market, network, visualize, execute, etc. AT THE SAME DAMN TIME BY YOUR SAME DAMN SELF.
Here at SMF and along with our Dreamville family, there’re alot of us working towards a few common goals. I imagine it’s alot like how communism was supposed to work, right?
It came to me late, the dream. I’m sure now I was born to do what I do, I only wish I knew that when I was born. However, as with most things in life, it starts organically.
I’ll spare you the history but some years ago when we were hand to hand with Cole mixtapes everywhere from Southside Jamaica, Queens to NYU’s Washington Square campus, we all shared a common belief. Funny thing about belief and faith, it spreads like a virus. It’s contagious.
We believed THIS…
Would soon turn into THIS…
I’m not about to get emo in fear of Wave Bandana flaming my ass on my very first post, but that shit right there was one of those Kevin Garnett “ANYTHING IS POSSIIBBUUUUUUUUUULE” moments.
Now that we’re in the midst of our own global takeover, It’s the little things I got to witness as a fly on the wall in Cole’s ascension that ring the loudest. Like the bougie bitch at HU that was at Dre and Matty P crib asking us to turn off The Warm Up “OMG what is thisssss, play something else!” and then showed up at a Cole show a year later FIENDIN. I mean you woulda thought Cole was Miley Cyrus circa whenever she was poppin and this bitch was a 13 year old Disney fiend. It was that real.
Or the douchebags that swore “Work Out” would end Cole’s career and Sideline Story would flop. First off, all y’all need to use Ib’s plaque picture as your avatar for whatever social media medium inflated your ego to levels which led you to believe anyone over here gave two shits about your two cents. Secondly, I traveled the world this past year and heard sold out venues singing “Work Out” in countless cities, I can assure you of this, you’re an asshole.
But let me stop, I’m straying from my point. There will always be people that believe in you, those who don’t (which is fine, nobody owes you shit) and of course the cynical dickheads. I’ve been coming across ALL TYPES of characters in my still young career. Flop ass niggas “What happened to our session?” or “Oh so you didn’t do any of the work we paid for and been frontin this whole time?” Flake ass niggas “WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE MOVED TO SWITZERLAND AND WENT OFF THE GRID WITH THE 2 VIDEOS WE SPENT A WEEK SHOOTING IN SUB-SIBERIAN TEMPERATURES IN THE DEAD OF A FRENCH WINTER?” But thankfully I’ve had an overwhelming majority of support. From amazing family and friends to a whole list of talented individuals who’ve contributed to my career in ways they had no obligation to. It’s the most gratifying way to work, off mutual respect and belief. It’s contagious.
By now, you’re probably well acquainted with Oakshades, Wave Bandana, Droog, and the countless Fiends who contribute and inspire the articles as well as the music we post on SMFiends.com. All these fiends work for very reputable companies and media outlets. None of them need this blog, but we’re all afflicted, and everyday the quarantine zone grows smaller.
Shit, this past weekend alone Fiend Zaydes let a whole Queens conglomerate invade The Quack House on Jersey Shore.
So we could do THIS
That last picture is one of the more telling ones. We’ve been plotting over here, cooking on all stoves and preparing to release dish after dish of fiend delicacies starting with my next project Quarter Water Raised Me Volume II. One of our areas of difficulty has been in creating compelling and quality visuals on a budget that is no where near our ambition and imagination. In comes Screech and Lucas of Day & Night films. They’re friends of the homie BBP, a talented Parisian producer, and made their way to the states for the month of August. BBP sent them a couple of my joints and they were right on board. They were all about it. No politics, no budgets, no bullshit, just work. I mean the Quack House got so fiended these homies slept in my truck. I don’t think I was even parked in the shade. So fiended. But what can I say, IT’S CONTAGIOUS.
I strayed so incredibly far from what I planned to do with this post. Honestly, I came on here to post a video I found on Day & Night‘s video reel. It’s some work they did in France for Christian Dior.
I figured all we do is bash hoes so I’d come online and give yall something on my first post. Plus honestly I had no idea Christian Dior had sweatshop looking operations poppin off like that. How bout those yammed up models at the end? They just schneef in between hair and make up while the slaves sow their next dress. Welcome to the gooood liiiiiiiife. (P-Y-T)
Ha, Now THIS I’m SURE Wave Bandana will flame me for.
#FiendFridays later today…