Tomorrow I shoot the first part of the music video for 'The City'!!! I'm completely excited....not many people have the opportunity to be animated and I'm thinking about how to take full advantage of it haha. I'm not gonna blow the concept for yall but its gonna be a bad ass video.
Also - in the next few days ringtones of every song from "Unorthodox" will be available so as soon as that's up I'll get word to yall via facebook, blog, website, etc.
I'll post soon about the music video experience.
Be good.
Tre
Monday, June 16, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Just Answering a Few Questions
1.) People have asked what magazines currently have the CD for review. Here is the list...
Pitchfork Media
FEED Magazine
Spine Magazine
Unique Styles Magazine
Murder Dog Magazine
Ground Life Magazine
Big Smoke Magazine
Kotori Magazine
RR Reviews
Rapzilla
ALTRAP.com
HipHopHotSpot.com Inc.
CMJ New Music Monthly
SphereOfMusic.com
Mean Street Magazine
XLR8R Magazine
HHNLive.com
and AP.net (Absolute Punk...haha go figure. Hey, they reviewed The Cool Kids)
Alright...that's 18 magazines. If even half of them actually listen, review, and publish it will be a huge achievement. I'm really hoping that I get at least 4 reviews. Anything over that is just bonus.
2.) The CD doesn't have any songs out at radio stations yet. We are sending out to radio stations in something like 3 weeks to a month.
3.) The first music video shoot is this weekend and yes, we may need a crowd but we really don't know yet.
If yall have any other questions feel free to contact me.
Be good.
Tre
Saturday, June 7, 2008
2:30 AM at the Beach
There is no news or information in this blog. If you are here just for that, this post has no meaning to you.
Everyone is asleep but me.
The rough sea breeze is pushing in as I face out toward the Gulf of Mexico 5 stories up 100 feet away from the murkiest ocean water in America. It's around 84 degrees and I seem to be the only person to exist right now. No one is in the lobbies as I roam save for a tired looking pretty-lady and the front desk...she's hired to be pretty. No one by the pool or in the jacuzzi. No one on the paths or on the beach - not that I can see very far in any direction. The one thing that exists here that I don't see anywhere that I live (either Houston or Nashville) is darkness...real darkness. I don't think I've seen stars this bright in years minus a few camping trips I've managed to take.
No one reads these blogs anyway. I think I'm writing this for myself at this point. No one cares or comments. So hell, I'm just going to keep typing til I'm content.
This breeze is the best gotdamn thing I've felt in ages. Ive got this comfy Tommy-Bahama looking button-up on that's made out of...well the tag doesn't say...all it tells me is that it was made in India. I'm surrounded by darkness with a little bit of flashing light behind me from the TV I forgot to turn off outside. I got a cigar in my pocket that I won't smoke tonight because at this point it is too late for me to be able to enjoy the entire thing before feeling too tired. Tomorrow.
Humidity like this is unnatural. Its like living in a cloud. Even when the air is still, it is tangible. It smells like the sea - that not-so-perfume of the ocean, decaying matter, mud, living creatures, salt, and mounds of seaweed washed up on the shore to just sit there and smell. Its a danky yet comfortable smell. It brings back memories and thoughts and feelings that I rarely remember or explore.
The stars and the lights far off in the Gulf from oil rigs and traveling iron behemoths on the water remind me how small I am. In an infinite world I am but a dot that is infinitely small. The idea is a little crazy. Keeps me humble.
I'm not going to sleep, I'm not done thinking yet, but I'm done writing.
If anyone reads this, be good.
Tre
Everyone is asleep but me.
The rough sea breeze is pushing in as I face out toward the Gulf of Mexico 5 stories up 100 feet away from the murkiest ocean water in America. It's around 84 degrees and I seem to be the only person to exist right now. No one is in the lobbies as I roam save for a tired looking pretty-lady and the front desk...she's hired to be pretty. No one by the pool or in the jacuzzi. No one on the paths or on the beach - not that I can see very far in any direction. The one thing that exists here that I don't see anywhere that I live (either Houston or Nashville) is darkness...real darkness. I don't think I've seen stars this bright in years minus a few camping trips I've managed to take.
No one reads these blogs anyway. I think I'm writing this for myself at this point. No one cares or comments. So hell, I'm just going to keep typing til I'm content.
This breeze is the best gotdamn thing I've felt in ages. Ive got this comfy Tommy-Bahama looking button-up on that's made out of...well the tag doesn't say...all it tells me is that it was made in India. I'm surrounded by darkness with a little bit of flashing light behind me from the TV I forgot to turn off outside. I got a cigar in my pocket that I won't smoke tonight because at this point it is too late for me to be able to enjoy the entire thing before feeling too tired. Tomorrow.
Humidity like this is unnatural. Its like living in a cloud. Even when the air is still, it is tangible. It smells like the sea - that not-so-perfume of the ocean, decaying matter, mud, living creatures, salt, and mounds of seaweed washed up on the shore to just sit there and smell. Its a danky yet comfortable smell. It brings back memories and thoughts and feelings that I rarely remember or explore.
The stars and the lights far off in the Gulf from oil rigs and traveling iron behemoths on the water remind me how small I am. In an infinite world I am but a dot that is infinitely small. The idea is a little crazy. Keeps me humble.
I'm not going to sleep, I'm not done thinking yet, but I'm done writing.
If anyone reads this, be good.
Tre
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