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an angel's work is never done...Rudi, 2 years later

 

Everytime I hear this song, I just smile and say "Hi, Rudi." I firmly believe that this song is one of the many ways he makes sure I don't forget about him...which could never happen.

2 years have flown. 2 years ago I had one of the worst days of my life, hearing about Rudi's death. To have a friend, ex, college companion, and road dog taken from you like that is still unremarkable. I've since, seen ages he'll never have the opportunity to. I gaze around my apartment. What people don't know is that any of the artwork that I have in this place, was given to me by him. Reminders everywhere of what he'd do for me, and what he did do.

And his work has gotten greater, since his transformation. I KNOW, with certainty that his hands and heart have been a part of what I've been able to create. He would bet everything on me. This is the same man that handed me blank checks at my lowest low and told me to just hit him before I cashed anything, but to be generous. They went unused and stay as a memorial in my journals. This man and all he gave. The person who said he'd stay at home and take care of kids while I traveled the world, at 22 years of age. He saw the vision sometimes before I did. The business and number cruncher behind my creative vision. There is a great irony that just now strikes me. If Evita ever had a #1 fan, it was Rudi. So I know that while I'm working in the physical world, he's pulling some major strings in the world beyond us. This angel's work is never done. And as per usual, I know he's making sure his ViVi succeeds.

I will not disappoint. See I don't just have promises to keep in this life, but I got people checking in on the other side too. Love and miss you Rudi.

Spin in Peace DJ Genius.

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Top 3s of 2011...

 

Here are my Top 3s of 2011:

Top Places:

1. Germany

2. NYC

3. Miami

Top People: (needed 7)

1. Mikey

2. Public Enemy

3. Greg Selkoe

4. Thomas

5. Homeboy Sandman

6. Kali Blocker

7. Jason Francis

Top Events:

1. splash! Hip Hop Festival

2. Mikey's Graduation

3. Tokyo Rising Premiere

Top 3 Hardest Moments:

1. Rudi 1 year memorial

2. Breakup with Nel

3. Being a 1st responder to a motorcycle accident

Top 3 Books:

1. Tribes by Seth Godin

2. Flick by Abigail Tartellin

3. The Tipping Point by Malcom Gladwell

Top 3 Memorable Moments:

1. 1st Tribe Meet Up in NYC

2. Tacheles

3. Battle of the Sexes

Top 3 Epic Fails:

1. Attempting to be a Cougar

2. Feeling the need to always have to explain myself

3. Falling off the healthy eating bandwagon towards the end of the year

Top 3 Words/Phrases:

1. Dope

2. Tribe After Dark

3. I'm just sayin'

Top 3 Successes:

1. Kickstarter.com

2. Nomad•ness Travel Tribe

3. Write up in BlackEnterprise.com and Clutch Mag

Top 3 Trips for 2012:

1. Panama

2. Germany

3. Spain

Top 3 Plans for 2012:

1. Be on/affiliated with Black Girls Rock!

2. Be 100% totally financially self-sufficient off of Nomad•ness endeavors and evierobbie. media.

3. Nomad•nessTV to acquire funding in the area of $500,000 or more to go ahead transform the world through this series, with proper financials through advertising, sponsorships, investors, and income

4. Integrate the Tribe and the series seamlessly

5. Hit the college and university population with a vengenance through workshops, panels, and hosting to spread the word of travel and tolerance to the demographic I've always intended to hit


 

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reality check....

Not to turn my blog into a momentary Lifetime Special...but...

I was in Poughkeepsie for Christmas (rare occurrence) and happened to be looking for checks to take back to the Bronx. Going through old packed up boxes and bags, when a blank check from Rudi falls out. When times were extremely rough, he handed me this check, told me to make it out for however much I needed, and to just call him before I cashed it. I never used it.

I have been blessed in the past to have some amazingly supportive men in my life. Rudi, is one of those men that I have to reflect on in my life, and the unique love that we shared as best friends, lovers, and even this existential relationhip we share now.

I pray to him. I ask him to watch over me, my travels, my business. I know my guardian angel is looking down on me for real. He's always on my mind, but I see he had to really make his presence known on Christmas... I got you Rudi. Can't stop. Won't stop.

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D Day... RIP for Dwight

 

I feel like this title would be RIP Heavy D, if I hadn't spoken to him...

Today, Mount Vernon, in Westchester, New York was flooded with fans, celebrities, and onlookers alike for the servces of Heavy D, Dwight Myers. If you don't know him, you don't know hip-hop music at its core.

What brought our inital communication together was that I was always a fan of his Tweets. Every single last one of them was inspiration for my eyes, in particular while I was living out in Japan. One day a Re-Tweet, led to a conversation, led to trying to set up an interview, led to Facebook messages back and forth randomly over the course of a year.

I hadn't 'spoken' to him in awhile, but true to the begining, I was always on his Twitter page, still and always inspired.

When I heard he passed, I immediately went into my Facebook inbox and typed in 'Dwight Myers'. A year struck me. He was gone. The interview had never come into fruition. But whether he knew it or not, he left an impact. For this I thank him.

Dwight, kick it with my boy Rudi up there. He'll show you the ropes. I wish your family, friends, and every lover of true hip-hop my condolences...but please, please remember him in rhythm. Got nuttin' but love for you baby!

-Evie

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my best friend's wedding...

It's officially midnight. The day of one of my best friend's weddings. Though friends, and Iona graduates, with both bride and groom, Josh holds a special bond that few friends of mine have, none actually. It still baffles me that it was this season, Fall 2002 when he and I first met. Iona freshmen trying to find our way in the world and our way around campus. He and Rudi were living in the Marriott acquiring the lowest GPA of their college careers, and I was busy in Loftus 9th floor, navigating a basketball player.

Some way, some how our paths crossed. Actually three paths intersected, Josh's, Rudi's, and mine. As much as I can try to, I can't write about knowing Josh, and not write about knowing Rudi. College was us, 'The Triad'. The tripod. We were inseparable. In many ways, even with Rudi's death last year, we still are.  Somewhere in the center was an energy between the three of us that kept us balanced when we were together.

If I had to peg me as the creative one, and Rudi as the business one, Josh was the political one. It was these three assets, bridged with his soon to be wife's no non-sense attitude that formed the Executive Board of Iona's Council of Multi-Cultural Leaders (CML). We ran shit, to put it lightly. And what was so ironic about that senior year was that love was floating the air. Josh and Chanel booed up. And Rudi and I gave it our own try. 

Seasons changed, loves fused and parted, years went by, and I moved to Japan. One morning I woke up to an email from Rudi: 'Yo V, call me as soon as you get this. Josh is going to ask Chanel to marry him." Before going to work, I was on the phone with Rudi and getting the low down. We were concerned, not knowing if she'd say yes or no. So we devised our own secret plan of 'save Josh' in case she said no and prayed for the best. Rudi was able to make it to the engagement and I was not.

Ironic, as now I am able to make it to the wedding, and Rudi is not. (that sentence opened the flood gates. f@%k.)

Fast forward to today, and later this afternoon I'll be on a train to Long Island to watch love conquer all, after 7, neary 8 years of dating. Traveling has made it hard to be in town for friend's weddings. I had to be here for this one. No question.

Josh, you are one of the most endearing, loving, sensitive, and forgiving men I have ever met in my life. Your energy is so nurturing and fun. Your laugh is priceless, and your heart is golden. You show me, in being a good man and friend, that it is pure fallacy that there are 'no good men out there.' You embody a sense of values and tradition that I revere at times. And most of all, you have been a support system for me during all that life has brought during and after college, including the death of our friend. I love you and support you and Chanel with every ounce of my being. You have chosen a gorgeous bride. And she has chosen a no more deserving man. I promise, when the time comes, I'll be on the speed dial for babysitting.

Love you both.

-Verbal

 

 

 

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in remembrance of a Genius...1 Year Later

Approaching 1 Year later and you're still gone. The 'Anniversary' hits on June 17, 2011.

Nightmares have surfaced and anxiety has reared its head, the closer we get to the anniversary. My mind plays back your wake, speaking at your funeral, and the laughs Mom and I shared while visiting your grave for the first time. Luckily, I also remember the good times. Us running Iona and demolishing North Avenue. Our talks with Brother Devlin, and even kisses shared. I miss you, but I feel you. I talk to you. I hear you and see you everywhere. Gifts around my apartment. Hell, my apartment.

You're with me everyday and I know you've been aiding in all that has transpired in my life over the last year. Never forgotten, only more loved!

Spin n Peace DJ Genius

For those who knew him, contact me about the Reunion BBQ. It's on Saturday June 18th.

-V

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Haiti Day...

Continuing on with my days of fundraising. Day Two is Haiti Day. I'm reaching out to all my friends and associates of the Haitian persuasion. My first day was Japan, and I felt the need to bring Haiti in at a close second because they too, more recently, that other countries have suffered loss unimaginable! In like of my fundraiser, I'd also like to re-bring light to the devestation this country went through in early 2010.

I ask today, if you don't pledge into my fundraiser, pledge into one that is actively helping Haiti, as their rebuilding process will need to be sustained for generations to come.

Click HERE for my project! Thank you!

RIP Rudi.

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one of those days...

Thinking about you kid...

This is definitely one of the days Tara said I'd have. When no matter how much time has passed, tears have cried, and memories relived, I will still feel the pain of your death.

This song reminds me of you so much and it was the anthem in the city this past summer, so I felt like you were tauntung me. You were :)

Love you Rudi. Help me get through it, please.

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ball of confusion...

Left. Right. Up. Down. Where to go?

Ever have a situation in your life shake shit up so much that you feel like everything you think you knew, and thought you believed was all tossed back into the air at once?

Concrete theologies, certainties...blown to bits and your mind, rapidly and persistent, tries to understand what the hell is going on.

I'm not sure anymore. What do I believe? What is right? What is worth it? What is my truth?

Figuring it out...I guess.

I haven't let the stream out in awhile...when did this all start?...I still don't know how I feel about Thailand, and everyone keeps asking...work today felt great...New York has my respect...I don't want to be the face of other people's shit anymore, therefore no I'm not applying...I love my sister...my Mom passes judgments, but she's learning to apologize...Jason is the best friend for real...I wish Bethany was around...in another space and time, it could have happened...Kombucha would be nice right now...red wine fucked my stomach up... I want to feel sexy...acknowledgment...is needing attention bad, or normal?...I'm getting sick of Facebook updates...sometimes I get scared when I check pages in Twitter...I feel overwhelmed, not because of work, but because of my brain...I want to go see Rudi's bedroom...one day he told me I was a genuis who thought too much, that's why I had anxiety...he's fucking right...sex...passion...lost to be found somewhere...money comes when most crucial...relationships are hard work, every type...need a vacation...need to sit down...mad at myself for not finishing the memoir...Jeremiah's one liners...Jean-Pierre's man crib...this long curly hair...balance being honest about my life and keeping enough hidden to suffice others...this writing is probably the most therapy I've had in months...working out again...feeling better, while feeling worse...why did he ask about soul mates?...leave me alone...Natalie Imbruglia "Torn"...feels like I am once again having to prove myself, just a different scenario...be here, now...i am...real talk...letting out...let me.

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happy birthday Rudi...

September 30th will mark the birthday of one of my best friends, Rudi Joseph.

If it wasn't for his untimely death on June 17th, 2010 he would be turning 27 years old this month.

With that, his friend and family are planning a full on weekend celebration in his rememberance.

I wish I could be there, but as you know, I am in Thailand and will traveling back from Cambodia next weekend.

I love you all for organzing, supporting, and keeping his name alive.

Rudi, I feel you kid. Happy Birthday!

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the 15th journal...

I am approaching the finishing pages of my 15th journal.I have the last decade of my life on paper.

I go through a process when it comes to journals. When I choose a new one, I think about what events are going to fill its pages. Where am I when i start it? Where will I be when it ends?

This 15th journal has taken me through the widest spectrum thus far.

Through it's pages, I wrote through the beginning of a brand new relationship, the death of one of my best friends, the departure, and eventual arrival in Thailand.

When I bought this journal, in a textile shop in Jaipur, India I never imagined that it would house one of the most traumatic experiences I'd have in my life, thus far. Rudi has been on my mind a lot the last few days.

My upcoming Nomad•ness video will delve into that a bit deeper. His birthday is September 30th. The day my visa in Thailand runs out. The conclusion of the 9th month. Twenty-seven years after one of my best friends was born.

I love you Rudi. Spin in Peace.

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conversation with a Monk...

After the riding around in search for apartments in the 5000/bhat a month range ceased, David directed us to a Buddhist monastery for what they call “Monk Chats”. I kid you not, they had a sign on the door that read just that.

We go in and sit down, as a group, to speak with one (eventually two) of the monks.  There Tyler, Jeremiah, and myself all listened to the life of this seemingly young monk who had been in practice for 11 years. After his life story, we were able to let him into ours through questions.

I took the opportunity to speak about two things that have weighed on my mind, both generally and specific to this moment in my life.

1. Buddhism emphasizes the idea of living in the now, and constantly being present. How does that transfer into goals one wants to attain in life? How do you balance ambition with being present?

2. Any advice on how to deal with Rudi’s death?

The talk was interesting in that for a very long while, he would not look at me when answering questions. He would have consistent eye contact with Tyler and Jeremiah, yet with me it was very shotty, even when answering one of my questions directly. His body language also changed immediately upon the arrival of his studies teacher. It was almost eerie to me. But I digress…

I cried. Listening to him speak on his own mother’s death, as well as the necessity for me to stay true to “investigating” my own emotions in regards to Rudi’s passing really put me in a place where the strangers, cast members, and cameras became irrelevant, and while looking this monk directly in the eye, tears fell. Overwhelmed at the idea of death, as well as being in the midst of dialogue with the revered messenger of Buddhism, the religion I have always felt closes to, was heavy on the heart.

I donated to the monastery and walked away with two matching meditation necklaces (one for myself and one for Nelson), as well as a bracelet.

We left and I headed towards Tyler’s bike, only for David to say “You’re riding with me.” How do I explain David? David is a high dosage of crazy, balanced with education and charisma.

He’s the type of guy that blurs the line between famous and infamous, fear and legitimate danger, life and death. Here I was riding on his bike, both invigorated and terrified as I see him as a person with few limits.

He spoke to me about Rudi, the passing of his father, and death in general. The night before, over drinks a conversation ensued about the paradoxes in the Universe. It touched on everything from art to quantum physics. There is some heavy shit being dished out in Thailand. He said that he felt my energy deeper last night. He is a mind reader and magician, though.

So we rode, everyone else followed and I felt so alive. I released my hands a number of times and just let go. There was a dangerous comfort that I had on his bike, and for tonight it agreed with me…for tonight. 

 



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motorbikes...

 

Today was one of those days that if your parents knew it was going to happen prior to your departure, they may not have let you go on the trip to begin with. At 1:45am, I lay here safely in my hostel bed, so I can say it was a success. But damn…

I started the day with the intention of getting a new motorbike. The last of the crew to get one, I was apprehensive, as I’ve never ridden one before. I’d also be lying if I didn’t say that Rudi’s motorcycle accident didn’t play a part in my nerves as well.

Jean-Pierre came along to help me secure the deposit. I was given a 15 second intro on how to use the damn thing, and told to jump on. Immediately upon my turning the bike on, and it revving up, I was headed onto incoming traffic, luckily stopping myself before any damage was done. That was it. I wasn’t comfortable with it, nor was the lady with allowing me to rent it. She immediately said that it was too dangerous for me, especially in our downtown high traffic area, and that I should stay on the back of Jean-Pierre’s bike.

It was then that I realized I don’t want one of these things, until after practicing on an open back road. Safety is number one, and though efficient, motorbikes are dangerous as hell if not used properly. I am no fool, and our trip into the country to look for cheap housing would have to be completed with me riding as someone’s passenger. Tyler was up for the challenge and I thank him for not killing me, intentionally or not.

I didn’t know that this would only be the beginning of the day, in relation to motorbikes…

Long story short, a night of karaoke ended in tired souls needing to venture home for sleep, right as a rainstorm hit the area. Approaching 1am, with nothing but motorbikes for transportation, 20 mins away from the hostel. we all left.

In horrid rain and frigid cold, we set out on the trek home. Jean Pierre and Evan ahead of the bike of Jeremiah and I. The rain soaked through all my clothes as I attempted double duty of holding onto a motorbike while shaking from being drenched and cold. At one point the rain escalated to the point of no vision. We pulled over twice, in trying to get home. Waiting for rain to subside and praying we all got home safe.

20-30km an hour, we trudged through the flooding roads on motorbikes. Drenched. Cold. We made it...

 



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end scene...

I want to start this blog off by saying that I'm not in the job of defaming people, their images, nor their projects. What I have promised to myself, and my readers, is that I will be honest with my point of view, in life, and particularly while on this journey. With that, let's set the scene.

Dinner table. Rainy night. Entire Cast. Two field producers. Two cameras running.

The inevitable takes place...

There is a certain cast mate whom I have had a personality conflict with since Day 1. The energy he gives off is one that I have not been able to vibe with and if we were under any other circumstances, we'd probably not be in each other’s lives at all. Period. We simply do not mesh. It's been underlying for months now. Within the last few days approaching the trip, we got into a phone conversation in which both sides of our story were presented. In many ways we felt the exact same way about each other. I felt it best to really dig into it before landing in Thailand.

For me, it's a situation where you get along great with everyone in a room, but one person can come in and suck the life out of you like a vampire. It's where one person sets off all your alarms, involuntarily throws up all your boundaries, and you don't know why. It's merely the energy/vibe they emit. No one wants to be in a situation like that, let alone living and traveling with this person for three months. Something has got to give.

The phone conversation followed a talk with the Universe. I said "I want to let this negative energy towards him go. I truly do. How can I do this?" He called seconds later and I felt the need to take advantage of the opportunity.

From his side, I felt it was a pseudo psycho-analysis of "I feel you're ungrateful." "I don't feel you are excited enough about the trip." "You are stressing so much about finances." "Why are you going right after the death of a close friend?" Among other things...

From my side it was "I feel like, from jump, you've been overly controlling with planning the trip and not truly acknowledging everyone's contributions." "I am going because, why wouldn't I? Rudi would want me to."

I have found myself, in a number of situations, feeling like I need to defend who I am and how I operate for his satisfaction. That ended tonight. 

The energy that, I believe, we both felt was released after that initial phone conversation surfaced (for me) immediately upon arrival. Again, it's an energy thing.

It's been like this, again, from day one. I have spoken to a number of people about it, for perspective (family, friends, others in our situation) and even tried meditation practices. Dude got me meditating.

So, tonight, at this table, we ate and spoke. He started it off:

"Again, I don't see you being happy about this trip."

"Do you think you're present?"

"The entire time, you've talked about your issues with finances more than anyone else. It's bringing me back to a time when I had nothing. I am out of that place in my life right now when I was struggling to live, and I don't want to pick up on your energy. It doesn’t seem like you want help." (abridged, but you get the jist)

Another honorary comment shared at the table (not by the same individual) was "It feels like you're here trying to add to your resume."

My reactions varied, but included:

"I am very much happy, and myself, just not around you. Something about your energy makes me shut down and throw a barrier up. "

I also addressed the fact, again, that I am dealing with losing one of my best friends less than three months ago. Something, that I feel, in itself would warrant some people to lay off and allow space and time.

"Yes, I'm present, and I am soaking Thailand in my own way."

"My financial stress on this trip is mine, of course I'm not going to you with it. I am getting help, just from home."

"I am a business owner. Where I go, my business does as well and that is what it is. For me, it is about personal growth as much as making connections professionally."

I'll be honest, I'm proud I didn't flip my lid. I handled it like the only lady on this trip. It was honest, at times pointed, but truthful and shed more light on the magnitude of this situation for what it was. It was definitely Evita, and as long as I can say that, my conscious is in tact at the end of the day, for me. As long as I can look in the mirror at the end of the day knowing I said what I felt and meant it, I will not beat myself up about this.

Tonight, compromises had to be made. Apartment, personalities, time frames in Bangkok, etc... I think what may be forgotten a bit tonight is that we are all different people, from different backgrounds, who operate differently. No one is more right than the other.

A New York artist who has built a career, and following, off of a true 'New York' style work ethic (a.k.a. international networker/hustler) does not even think at the same speed of most normal human beings.

Someone from Los Angeles is not going to understand certain things someone from Atlanta, who has also experienced New York make feel.

Us big city folk, may not be able to always relate to the psychology of a small-towner, from Louisiana.

That's the point. We are all different and should be revered for being such. We are all beautiful and great in our own talents and gifts. I believe people should allow that to be and let the genuine emotions come on their own.

Look, as I said earlier tonight, we all have weaknesses and strengths. Real talk, that is probably the hardest part of doing a reality series like this. You are fucking open for the world to critique, including those you live with. It is Day 2 and I'm not sure if everyone came with the assumption we'd all be friends off the bat, but where I am in my life, people have to earn that title.

As I've repeated to my closest friends, as I get older, my circle of friends shrinks while my network of associates multiplies daily. It is what it is.

With that, I will work on being more open, even to him, because I will not live like this for 90 days.

I got to a point where I looked him in the eye and said, “What are we going to have to do in order to get along for this 90 days? How can we put this in a place where we are both comfortable with it?”

Post rants, it was decided that maybe he and I needed to spend more time together to get to know one another. I had immediate reluctance. IMMEDIATE. But then I stopped myself, and for the good of the group I agreed. On Sunday, we will be taking a day trip alone.

I feel as though we are either going to come stronger or simply agree to disagree and find a way to get through the next 3 months…

To be continued…

I like to end on a positive, as my mother says. After dinner, I met up with a new Bangkok (female) friend, who runs a bit of a talent agency here and ran through the gamut of films shooting in the area. She also told me the freelance market here is prevalent. That definitely eased my mind.

We attended an art opening at her sister’s art gallery, Attic Gallery, off Sukumvit 31. It was amazing to be in a room of creative, diverse artists and something I’d been missing since arriving in Bangkok. I am at my best when I create.

She was handed physical samples of my work, and it seemed as though the 5 Points photos caught her attention immediately. I truly (TRULY) hope to see my work on her gallery’s walls before our time in Thailand is over.

Yes, I’ve been hustling. Yes, I’ve been networking, and yes it is already beginning to pay off.

10,000 hours to genius. Shout out to all my Outliers. Spin In Peace Rudi 

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my guardian angel...

(If video comes up private, please give 24 hours, in Thailand people, please work with me here.)

In preparations for this trip, I not only was dealing with the stress of finances and getting ready to embark on this journey with three strangers, but I am also in the grieving process of the death of one of my best friends. Rudi died in a motorcycle accident on June 17, 2010, but will definitely be living on in me through all my travels.

 



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my affair with Jean-Michel...Film Forum NYC


This is one of those moments when Facebook rectifies itself for intruding so much into people's privacy. Jean-Michel Basquiat has a fan page that I came across. Being the self-proclaimed Basquiat historian and fanatic that I am (I have a wrist tattoo of a section of one of his paintings), naturally I clicked the 'Like' button.

On the page, unbeknownst to me, is the promo trailer for a film that, apparently, has been showing at the Film Forum in NYC. In bold white lettering, the top of the page states that these are the last two weeks of showings, it must end on August 24th!

No one said anything to me about this! Arrangements have already been made to go. This is crazy! I'm so excited!

This trailer for "The Radiant Child" is a snippet of the film, which has been doing well for itself, scoring awards at Sundance and SXSW.

Oh Jean-Michel! You and Rudi be good up there. My two Haitians.

INFO ON FILM FORUM SHOWINGS HERE!

 


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random text...

I just got this on my phone and I had to share...

"Just out of curiosity, if a midget or a dwarf tried to holla at you would you accept the offer and if so how far would you let it go?"

I swear I'm not making this up!

 

In the words of Rudi..."Yahtzee"

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Mr. Ivory Snow Album "Till Death Do Us Part"...real hip-hop in Connecticut

 

My loyal readers know that on June 17th, 2010 one of my closest friends, Rudi Joseph aka DJ Genius, died in a motorcycle crash.

Nearly two months after the fact, the emotions this past week have come with a vengence. Yesterday, walking through my old college campus, the tears were as plentiful as the memories.

In Rudi's death, a number of positive things emerged. Possibly number one on my list, is the work of this man pictured above. Mr. Ivory Snow is from Connecticut and was a creative collaborator with Rudi.

I remember getting emails and phone calls from Rudi, while I was living in Japan, with him like "Yo V, I need you to hear this song Ivory did. I want your feedback." Some of those conversations even turned personal, in him revealing some of the issues that would eventually dismantle the group they had formed "Class of '89."

Simply said, I have a skeptical ear, and I don't co-sign much in the way of current underground hip-hop.

This gentleman here gets my utmost respect and support. You can download his newly debuted album HERE for free!

Pay attention to the track "Transform". It's Ivory's own account of dealing with the loss of Rudi (Genius) and his grandmother).

He's also the creator of the upcoming Nomad•ness theme song, to be debuted in the next episode...

I help those who help themselves!

Here's to Ivory and Genius!

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an international favor....

I am nervous about the next fifty hours. Rudi, I need your help to be strong with this one babe! Finally laying you to rest is going to be one of the hardest things I've had to do in life, thus far.

I need and international favor.

Through my world travels, I've accumulated a plethora of friends of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Today I ask, my friends from Japan, India, London, Paris, Germany, Brazil, and all over the States today to go to every temple, shrine, mosque, church, beach, DJ booth and say a little prayer not for Rudi's death, but his life!
Thank you!
ありがとうございます!
धन्यवाद !
Merci!
Obrigado!

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