I Love These Commercials

I Love These Commercials

These new LeBron commericals are my shit...


Part 2


Behind the Scenes: Wise Interview


Behind the Scenes: Business Interview


Behind the Scenes: Kid Interview


Behind the Scenes: Athlete Interview


Behind the Scenes: Making Of

No I Can't Get You Signed!

This is me and Rick Ross.

I don't know Rick Ross. I've met him, sat down and interviewed him but I don't know that nigga anymore than those 10 minutes with him and listening to Port of Miami (Ok, I gotta number too but other than that...)

What I'm getting at is, I CAN'T GET YOU SIGNED! I know my MySpace album is full of pictures with me and random celebrities (meeting Flava Flav was one of my favorites) but most of those pictures come from a total of three nights and a couple of interviews, any other time I'm a regular nigga, just like you, going through the motions at A&T.

Yes, I work at a radio station, but I don't put niggas on...anymore. I would love to break the next Lupe Fiasco or Rick Ross but I work at an old soul station where there is probably an 100:1 ratio of Gospel/R&B to Rap.

Don't hand me your demo, tell me to call you, try to get in good with me because its a wasted effort. In the words of Dave Chappelle, "send that shit through the proper channels." I'm not a program director and I sometimes wonder where I stand with my own PD. (Still love her for being hard on me though)

I support local music. (It's not where you're from, it's where you at)

I support good music but I refuse to help people without their own creativity, the world doesn't need another Crime Mob or D4L (I like both) but they got their respective markets on cornered so be ORIGINAL.

Realize too that rapping ain't for everybody. Just cause you bought a mic and some jewelry and you got your boy that major in GCS to make you an album cover doesn't make you a legitimate artist and for the last time, your dorm closet in Curtis, is not, I repeat IS NOT a booth. Stop tellin' these hoes you was in the booth, thats why you didn't answer your phone. Get your money together and go to a real recording studio. Can't afford that, we actually have some on campus. I love rags to riches stories but come on man, you can do better.

Here are some local artist, making good music the right way:
Wallsauce: http://www.myspace.com/djwallsauce
My boy out of Charlotte, don't let the funny name fool you. An up and coming producer, he sounds a lot like 9th Wonder but has some originals that bang too. Look out for his BlackSauce album (a collection of Black Album remixes on Wallsauce beats, definitely the hottest shit on the planet right now)

Nelace: http://www.myspace.com/nelace

Nelace is doing big things now. Has a flow thats original. An up north/down south hybrid I think people will really like. Oh and he does graphics too. Them joints are hot.

Double-O: http://www.myspace.com/doubleoqc
QC Representa is the album. Has real ass production for a local dude, the lyrics ain't always there but the beats get you everytime, catchy hooks and lyrics. This is down south music to rok with.

A&T's own Cuttin Up...They are some young dudes trying to do it out here. They from my city, QC, so I'm gonna support them. When they get really really solid production, watch out.

Sandman ESQ: http://www.myspace.com/sandmanesq
Sandman is self-proclaimed leader of the New South. He's from Atlanta, and was hoopin' for Providence College (that's Big East basketball for those who ain't know) but when it came down to choosing basketball over music, he couldn't do it. But yea, he's doing his thing

One last thing...
I'm not related to Rick Ross! My name's not Rick Ross...I really really don't like that shit! I mean it was cool at first, kinda funny but the joke's old and annoying. If you don't know my name, its Mike by the way, just call me bruh or something else not Rick Ross (or Freeway or David Banner, any rapper with a beard)

All Dressed Up With Nowhere To Go

I seriously think that I'm the only one who is happy to see the end of Homecoming 2006.

After enjoying it my freshmen year, then becoming an "involved Aggie" my sophomore year, the experience just isn't the same. I don't look at homecoming the same way I used to, that shit is not fun, that shit is work, probably the most stressful work week of the entire school year...

Fast forward past the week of events and straight to Saturday...

I skipped the homecoming parade this year because I really felt like I wasn't missing anything and the parade wasn't missing me. I'm with two A&T media outlets yes, and technically my job does entail taking pictures but after doing it last year, getting up bright and early at 6:30am I used my better judgement and said "No thanks" this year...and I'd been drinkin' (you don't wanna represent the university with Patrón on your breath) I WASN'T DRUNK, I WAS DEFINITELY MINDFUL OF MY RESPONSIBILITIES THAT DAY!

I rolled out of the bed around 10, which is good because I didn't go to sleep until about 4:30, and proceeded to handle my morning business, went to campus, got to the game early, got some pictures of the tailgate, alumni, etc. (Check that off the list), then went in the stadium did my mic check (Check), went down to the field, got some player pictures and talked to some guys (Check), then climbed on the roof to broadcast HOMECOMING 2006.

No bullshit, we started our broadcast at 1:30, at 1:33 we were already down 6-0, I mean, here we go again! I don't know how many ways to say at least we're trying so by the third quarter I said "Let's be real" and proceeded to give the real Big Mike opinion of A&T football. Compelling commentary I'm sure.

So you already know the outcome of the game...
HOWARD 26
NC A&T 0
(In case you didn't know)

Skip my nap and shooting the breeze....Jump to the concert

Once again A&T's lack of communication bites me in the ass. The A&T Register has been around since the turn of the century, so in terms on A&T institutions, I feel pretty good in saying we are one. Tell me how a paper over 100 years old doesn't get 1 NOT EVEN 1 Press Pass (wristband in this case) to the homecoming concert. I mean we have the newspaper archives in the office and we've covered ALL 79 before hand, so what makes this one any different, we're going to send a writer and photographer to cover every event.

Well, apparently the 80th edition of homecoming wasn't like the ones before.

I'm at the Coliseum. J's. BAPE'd out (and for those of you who don't know this why are you reading this and I never dress up). So I'm like well, they never sent the proper credentials, so I'll use my own. So I bring a press pass, newspaper staff box (ripped from The A&T Register only minutes before) and proper North Carolina ID...

Honestly, that got me further than I expected.

I had to wait at the backstage gate for someone who could help me, so I try to talk me way inside with the event staff guy and I figured out pretty fast, like most "european americans" (stolen from Dr. Styles) he's a NASCAR fan, and Charlotte is the HOME of NASCAR. So we stand and talk Dale Ernhardt and all that good stuff for about 20 minutes, then an Atlantic Records rep comes up, asks me my name and says I'll go get somebody for you...I never saw that mufucka again.

Finally, he gets the call, let him in, we'll get him squared away.

So, I'm backstage in a holding area, waiting for them to find the promoter and the dude who is over the Coliseum.

These niggas get to where I am and tell me, they already have somebody from the paper covering this event and I'm like "What? Who?" and he names somebody I know but I know does not work for us. So the smart ass in me shows him the staff box and says, "Do you see her name in here, I'm just trying to do my job bruh."

So with a little egg on his face, he says (he is the white dude over the Coliseum), "Ok, where is your camera?" and I instantly saw this night coming to an end.

Instead of some professional shit, the great North Carolina A&T State University bought me a pocket SONY camera, which isn't that bad but its better suited for taking pictures at a birthday party not a concert or official event. I mean its "this" big and basically makes me look like a fake photographer. So thanks a lot A&T.

(SIDE STORY: This camera already has the newspaper looking like a rinky dink operation. At the Miss A&T coronation, another event fully of uppity negroes and ass kissers that I didn't want to be at, I got asked by the Ms. Rasheed lady, am I paparazzi (they had student paparazzi on the side of the red carpet to make it seem like a real awards show) and I was like "Oh nah, I'm with The A&T Register, we can't afford good equipment like everybody else" gave my phony uppity negro laugh and moved on)

Anyway, the white dude sees this shit and says,"Oh no! You can't shoot with that!" and storms off, gets on the walkie-talkie to tell other event organizers about some kid who tried to sneak in.

Then the promoter says he gave out all his wristbands, mind you there is about 30-40 bright orange wristbands hanging out his back pocket, then tells me to find Arnita Moody.

Arnita Moody is our SGA President, who I've seen, been around, but I never spoke to. I mean she wouldn't know me from any other nigga on campus. So, I was like "She's gotta be watching the concert by now bruh and I don't know her like that." So he says, "I gave her all yalls my man."

Then the white guys comes back and says "I'll find her" comes back in like 30 seconds and says, "She doesn't know anything about that, you'll have to leave the Coliseum" so I basically get real niggrish and say "Bruh, I showed you everything, I'm out here to do my job and be out."

Dude tells me to have a seat and leaves for a good 10 minutes.

While he's gone, I'm sitting watching the game with 2 cops and 2 Show Pros and we're talking about you know, "Did you see the game earlier" and yada yada yada, and they're like that would have been enough for me but this is their event.

White dude comes back like, "the photographer said she hasn't heard of you and she's taking pictures for university relations, the newspaper and the yearbook"

That shit makes me me go Radio Raheem. I talked to her at the game today and at the coronation thursday! She doesn't work for us and I've never even seen the yearbook (seriously, I just saw one for the first time from my time here at A&T that day but that doesn't sound as good as never)

So he says I have to leave and walks off.

I just sat there. I want to get thrown out now, I might as well show my ass now.

Nobody tells me to get up, the cops are still talking about the game and his wife, the old white guy that was a Show Pro just keeps tellin me sorry, he doesn't know what to do and then this nigga (it always one) goes straight Bernie Mac in Don't Be A Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood (yes I typed the whole title). I mean I was waiting on him to say I hate my gums cuz they black.

He's like, man he told you the bad news, you got 2 minutes.

So, I ignore his ass and keep watching TV. In walks, Keyshia Cole's reps.

2 minutes pass and I'm like "Fuck it."

I get up to leave and in walks Flava Flav and his handlers. I dapped him up and was like "Yo, that halftime show was crazy." I didn't stop and ask for a picture because I've met him before, talked to him before and go the photo op before plus I don't really get star struck like that.

So I'm still under the Coliseum, Terrance J and Travis Bond are getting outta the car and going inside, I say wassup to them and keep it moving. Then Young Dro pulls up in the truck with T.I. and Dro on the side and his people tell that punk ass promoter, "we gotta perform now, we gotta be at the club by 11." So if you were wondering why they didn't get Keyshia Cole's manhating music out of the way, thats why.

So I'm back at the media gate, NASCAR guy is still there and I start thinkin about Talledega Nights and Ricky Bobby, so I'm smiling. He asks if I got cleared and I'm like "NOPE (like for D4L)"

What's crazy is the dude who is like a marketing guy for Dro and Weezy, was still at the gate and he got there the same time as me the first time, so I'm like thats a damn shame.

So basically I posted up a couple different places and then go to the car and wait on my roommate (who drove) to get the car. I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go

Instead of leaving after Lil Wayne was done, like most people did, these niggas stayed the whole concert cause the Bennett Belles he drives about town weren't ready to go. I was outside for HOURS, lol. But for some reason and I'm in a good mood, I learned a lot about scalpers and girls and everything that night.

One final point, thats barely on topic ladies, I had some time to ponder this in the parking lot. We don't disrespect respectable women. I mean if you're dressed like SWIPE YOUR VISA DOWN MY ASS CRACK, a dude is going to treat you like he only wants to swipe a VISA down your ass crack. None of the women who were dressed appropriately for the event were disrespected, they didn't get the AYE GRAY SWEATPANTS! or AYE APPLE BOTTOMS! They are the ones who got, you look good tonight and other gentlemenly comments. Basically, we disrespect the ones who disrespect themselves and a lot of yall disrespect yourself. Sounds like a personal problem to me.