Bun-B lettting Rapid Ric know what's up.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
RAPID RIC ON UNIVISION
Univision came down to interview one of the best Dj's in the country............Dj Rapid Ric
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
WHUT IT DEW RADIO!! GET YOURS NOW!
WHUT IT DEW RADIO is dropping any day now. Rapid Ric has been traveling all over the world touring with Chamillionaire doing his thing so this mixtape has taken a lot longer than most, but it's finally here. You can pick up a copy by visting www.myspace.com/rapidric and clicking the banner on the top of his page!!
Thursday, October 04, 2007
NAME YOUR PRICE!!
The reason I think this is exciting news is because my good friend Bavu Blakes came up with this concept a year ago when he was selling his cd called 06 spring collection. He would go around saying "Name your price" and people would be shocked. People didn't want to offend the artist by giving him a $1 for his work and most people didn't. He was getting $1, $5, $10 for his cds and making a killing. I sold some of his cds with this technique and I have to tell you that it really works and most people are not cheap skates or don't want to embarrass themselves in front of their girlfriends by paying a dollar. I would go up to them in front of their girlfriend and say "name your price balla or playa" and their girlfriend would just look at them to see what they were going to do and 9 times out of 10 I would get $5. Anyway, good luck to Radiohead I hope people buy into this great concept.
By MELENA RYZIK
Published: October 4, 2007
“How much are you going to pay?”
For three days that has been the question on the lips — and at the fingertips — of Radiohead fans. After hours of blog and water cooler arguments, some New Yorkers yesterday were finally able to name their price to preorder the band’s new album, “In Rainbows.” At a Manhattan indie record label, one employee decided to pay 14 cents, and another gave $5, said a colleague, Sarah Fields. And Ms. Fields, who works in digital marketing at the label, decided to charge herself $9.
“Radiohead’s been my favorite band since I was 13 years old,” Ms. Fields, 26, said on Tuesday night outside Webster Hall, where she had gone for a concert. “I felt, like, an honor code with them.”
Since Sunday, when this British rock band announced that it would independently release its first studio album since 2003 as a pay-what-you-wish download on Oct. 10, there has been a perfect storm of interest among fans and industry watchers. Online and in record stores, clubs, bars and label and public relations offices, the announcement was hotly debated, a de facto referendum on what to do about illegal file-sharing and the declining music business, spurred by one of rock’s most respected and forward-looking bands.
The consensus online and in the media seemed to be that the band’s maneuver was a game-changing moment in the industry — or, as one commenter on the music blog Stereogum.com put it, “This is absolutely the coolest thing any band has ever done.”
In fact, Radiohead’s move is as much an experiment in consumer behavior and the socially acceptable cost of art as it is a way to distribute records. Each donation is a sort of commentary: on the nature of fandom and band loyalty, on the indier-than-thou current rock scene, and on the worth of buying — not sampling or stealing — new music.
“It could change the feelings about free downloading,” said George Loewenstein, a professor of economics and psychology at Carnegie Mellon University, in Pittsburgh. “If the band is willing to trust you to pay what’s fair, all of a sudden, for the people who have been saying it’s not stealing to download the song for free, it’s much more difficult to rationalize that. I think it may be a brilliant move in that dimension.”
Mr. Loewenstein, whose specialty is behavioral economics and who has studied the relationship between emotions and financial decision-making, added: “It’s almost like supporting a sports team or donating to a political candidate. You’re selling to the world how much you like them by how much you pay.” Most important, he said, “how much you are willing to pay signals something to yourself about who you are: are you exploitative? Are you a tightwad?”
Sarah Lewitinn, 27, a co-founder of the record label Stolen Transmission and a blogger known as Ultragrrrl, was torn. “The fan in me wants to pay $80, but the person that’s paying rent wants to pay $8,” Ms. Lewitinn, a Radiohead devotee, said.
Nathan Kaufman, 25, another Radiohead megafan, said of the plan, “I got geeked about it immediately.” Radiohead posters once covered his college dorm room, and he owns five of the band’s albums, though, he said, he hadn’t paid for any.
But “In Rainbows” will be different. “I would probably pay, depending on the last paycheck, $5 to $8,” he said on Tuesday night, as he and some friends stood outside the Lower East Side club Cake Shop. But when the rest of his group moved inside, Mr. Kaufman, an actor, admitted that he would be more likely to pony up about $2. “I wouldn’t take it for free,” he said. “It’s symbolic.”
Like Mr. Kaufman, who said his donation would be the equivalent of “cheering loud at their concerts,” many other fans seemed to want to reward Radiohead — either for its artistry or its audacity. On Tuesday a representative of the band announced that most people were not only paying, they were also springing for a pricey box set, which includes a second CD, a vinyl LP and a booklet of artwork, for the fixed price of £40, or about $82, including shipping. (Exact sales figures are not yet available.)
Of course, not everyone is feeling so generous. On Tuesday Adam Baruchowitz, 34, a magazine business director, was browsing at Other Music, the downtown Manhattan record store. He said he would pay only $5, partly because he believed that Radiohead already had plenty of money. And Dan Hougland, the store’s floor manager, noted that the band’s sliding-scale plan isn’t without precedent. He compared the band to Wilco, which after being dropped by its label in 2001, released the album “Yankee Hotel Foxtrot” free online.
“I thought this was the British twist: ‘How much are we worth to you?’” Mr. Hougland said.
Though some musicians have already begun to ponder a future of alternative payment plans, experts inside and out of the music industry say they do not believe that Radiohead’s model can work for everyone. For one thing, only established acts with an extremely dedicated fan base could prosper that way, Ms. Lewitinn said. For another, the novelty would wear off quickly.
“It’s cheap to signal what a great person you are by paying $5 for a download,” Mr. Loewenstein said. “But suppose there are 50 albums you want, and each of them are asking you, ‘How much do you want to pay?’ Then it’s gets more expensive to signal to yourself how wonderful you are.”
For now, though, fans seem to be content to show their approval. As Ms. Fields said, “It’s like the best marketing scheme in the world.”
By MELENA RYZIK
Published: October 4, 2007
“How much are you going to pay?”
For three days that has been the question on the lips — and at the fingertips — of Radiohead fans. After hours of blog and water cooler arguments, some New Yorkers yesterday were finally able to name their price to preorder the band’s new album, “In Rainbows.” At a Manhattan indie record label, one employee decided to pay 14 cents, and another gave $5, said a colleague, Sarah Fields. And Ms. Fields, who works in digital marketing at the label, decided to charge herself $9.
“Radiohead’s been my favorite band since I was 13 years old,” Ms. Fields, 26, said on Tuesday night outside Webster Hall, where she had gone for a concert. “I felt, like, an honor code with them.”
Since Sunday, when this British rock band announced that it would independently release its first studio album since 2003 as a pay-what-you-wish download on Oct. 10, there has been a perfect storm of interest among fans and industry watchers. Online and in record stores, clubs, bars and label and public relations offices, the announcement was hotly debated, a de facto referendum on what to do about illegal file-sharing and the declining music business, spurred by one of rock’s most respected and forward-looking bands.
The consensus online and in the media seemed to be that the band’s maneuver was a game-changing moment in the industry — or, as one commenter on the music blog Stereogum.com put it, “This is absolutely the coolest thing any band has ever done.”
In fact, Radiohead’s move is as much an experiment in consumer behavior and the socially acceptable cost of art as it is a way to distribute records. Each donation is a sort of commentary: on the nature of fandom and band loyalty, on the indier-than-thou current rock scene, and on the worth of buying — not sampling or stealing — new music.
“It could change the feelings about free downloading,” said George Loewenstein, a professor of economics and psychology at Carnegie Mellon University, in Pittsburgh. “If the band is willing to trust you to pay what’s fair, all of a sudden, for the people who have been saying it’s not stealing to download the song for free, it’s much more difficult to rationalize that. I think it may be a brilliant move in that dimension.”
Mr. Loewenstein, whose specialty is behavioral economics and who has studied the relationship between emotions and financial decision-making, added: “It’s almost like supporting a sports team or donating to a political candidate. You’re selling to the world how much you like them by how much you pay.” Most important, he said, “how much you are willing to pay signals something to yourself about who you are: are you exploitative? Are you a tightwad?”
Sarah Lewitinn, 27, a co-founder of the record label Stolen Transmission and a blogger known as Ultragrrrl, was torn. “The fan in me wants to pay $80, but the person that’s paying rent wants to pay $8,” Ms. Lewitinn, a Radiohead devotee, said.
Nathan Kaufman, 25, another Radiohead megafan, said of the plan, “I got geeked about it immediately.” Radiohead posters once covered his college dorm room, and he owns five of the band’s albums, though, he said, he hadn’t paid for any.
But “In Rainbows” will be different. “I would probably pay, depending on the last paycheck, $5 to $8,” he said on Tuesday night, as he and some friends stood outside the Lower East Side club Cake Shop. But when the rest of his group moved inside, Mr. Kaufman, an actor, admitted that he would be more likely to pony up about $2. “I wouldn’t take it for free,” he said. “It’s symbolic.”
Like Mr. Kaufman, who said his donation would be the equivalent of “cheering loud at their concerts,” many other fans seemed to want to reward Radiohead — either for its artistry or its audacity. On Tuesday a representative of the band announced that most people were not only paying, they were also springing for a pricey box set, which includes a second CD, a vinyl LP and a booklet of artwork, for the fixed price of £40, or about $82, including shipping. (Exact sales figures are not yet available.)
Of course, not everyone is feeling so generous. On Tuesday Adam Baruchowitz, 34, a magazine business director, was browsing at Other Music, the downtown Manhattan record store. He said he would pay only $5, partly because he believed that Radiohead already had plenty of money. And Dan Hougland, the store’s floor manager, noted that the band’s sliding-scale plan isn’t without precedent. He compared the band to Wilco, which after being dropped by its label in 2001, released the album “Yankee Hotel Foxtrot” free online.
“I thought this was the British twist: ‘How much are we worth to you?’” Mr. Hougland said.
Though some musicians have already begun to ponder a future of alternative payment plans, experts inside and out of the music industry say they do not believe that Radiohead’s model can work for everyone. For one thing, only established acts with an extremely dedicated fan base could prosper that way, Ms. Lewitinn said. For another, the novelty would wear off quickly.
“It’s cheap to signal what a great person you are by paying $5 for a download,” Mr. Loewenstein said. “But suppose there are 50 albums you want, and each of them are asking you, ‘How much do you want to pay?’ Then it’s gets more expensive to signal to yourself how wonderful you are.”
For now, though, fans seem to be content to show their approval. As Ms. Fields said, “It’s like the best marketing scheme in the world.”
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
CHECK OUT RAPID RIC ON UNIVISION TOMORROW
Yes, Ric will be featured on the 5pm and the 10pm news cast on Univision tomorrow. Check your local listing for time zone and channel. They came to Austin a few weeks ago and wanted to do an interview with Ric to see how he is doing. As soon of you know Ric is from a border town in Texas and got his start Djing in local clubs in Acuna Mexico. Check it out and visit his myspace page www.myspace/rapidric and his website www.mixtapemechanic.com
thanks for the support
Tony-C
Texas Heater
thanks for the support
Tony-C
Texas Heater
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
JUST SOME MORE SPM STUFF
I don't mean to keep digging up dirt, but this is fasinating stuff.
Thursday, September 5, 2002
Girl's family sues rapper in sex attack, seeks damages
HOUSTON (AP) - Rap musician Carlos Coy, sentenced to 45 years in prison for molesting a girl, has been sued by the 10-year-old's relatives who seek damages in the attack.
Coy, known professionally as 'South Park Mexican,' remained Thursday in Harris County Jail while awaiting his appeal of the aggravated sexual assault conviction.
The lawsuit, filed anonymously on Wednesday as Mary Doe on behalf of Jane Doe, a minor, seeks an unspecified amount of money from Coy.
During the sentencing phase of his trial in May, the entertainer testified that he did not attack the girl, who was at Coy's home to spend a night with his daughter last Labor Day weekend.
The victim, who was nine years old at the time, accused Coy of inappropriately touching her during the overnight stay at his southeast Houston home.
Coy, 31, "used his position of power and fame and his relationship with the victim's family to gain the confidence and trust of the minor child and her parents leading up to the sexual assault," stated documents filed by attorney Edward J. Hennessy in the lawsuit.
The victim's father, formerly a close friend of Coy's, told the rapper after his sentencing that he had first felt pity for him and his family. But he changed his mind when Coy showed no remorse or sympathy for the girl.
Coy's defense lawyer, Chip Lewis, said the girl's family was motivated by money.
"They will try to get any royalties or whatever they can get their hands on," said Lewis, who plans to help Coy in the civil lawsuit.
The rapper, who was also fined the maximum $10,000 for the offense, must serve 22 years before he could be eligible for parole.
Four other charges of aggravated sexual assault of a child are pending against Coy.
Before his legal troubles, Coy helped launch Dope House Records and had at least six albums, with collective sales topping 1.5 million.
Thursday, September 5, 2002
Girl's family sues rapper in sex attack, seeks damages
HOUSTON (AP) - Rap musician Carlos Coy, sentenced to 45 years in prison for molesting a girl, has been sued by the 10-year-old's relatives who seek damages in the attack.
Coy, known professionally as 'South Park Mexican,' remained Thursday in Harris County Jail while awaiting his appeal of the aggravated sexual assault conviction.
The lawsuit, filed anonymously on Wednesday as Mary Doe on behalf of Jane Doe, a minor, seeks an unspecified amount of money from Coy.
During the sentencing phase of his trial in May, the entertainer testified that he did not attack the girl, who was at Coy's home to spend a night with his daughter last Labor Day weekend.
The victim, who was nine years old at the time, accused Coy of inappropriately touching her during the overnight stay at his southeast Houston home.
Coy, 31, "used his position of power and fame and his relationship with the victim's family to gain the confidence and trust of the minor child and her parents leading up to the sexual assault," stated documents filed by attorney Edward J. Hennessy in the lawsuit.
The victim's father, formerly a close friend of Coy's, told the rapper after his sentencing that he had first felt pity for him and his family. But he changed his mind when Coy showed no remorse or sympathy for the girl.
Coy's defense lawyer, Chip Lewis, said the girl's family was motivated by money.
"They will try to get any royalties or whatever they can get their hands on," said Lewis, who plans to help Coy in the civil lawsuit.
The rapper, who was also fined the maximum $10,000 for the offense, must serve 22 years before he could be eligible for parole.
Four other charges of aggravated sexual assault of a child are pending against Coy.
Before his legal troubles, Coy helped launch Dope House Records and had at least six albums, with collective sales topping 1.5 million.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
PART # 3 THE RISE AND FALL OF SOUTH PARK MEXICAN
This is the last part of this SPM article. This is a very sad tale of a rapper who I really enjoyed listening to. His image will never be the same. This story kind of reminds me of Tony Ayala Jr The boxer from San Antonio. He had a lot going for him and made some horrible decisions and was locked up for a longtime. Enjoy.
Coy's daughter Carley had invited the daughter of her parents' friends over to spend the night. The two girls and another young playmate had accompanied their mothers and other family members on a shopping trip and a seafood meal that Saturday afternoon, and neither Carley nor the soon-to-be victim, age 9, wanted the fun to end. Carley begged her friend's mother to let the girl spend the night. After some misgivings, she gave in. The mother testified that she had thought that Coy would spend the night out partying somewhere, as he did most nights. Her old friend Gina Acosta would look after the kids.
But Coy was there that night, jamming hard in his home studio. The girl testified that they could hear the music through the floors as they played upstairs. Soon, the music stopped. The girls were in Coy's marital bed channel-surfing when Coy, clad in boxer shorts and a T-shirt, joined them. He picked up the remote and dialed up Texas Chainsaw Massacre. They all lay in the dark taking in the gore, the girl later testified, when suddenly she felt Coy's hand caressing her.
Though alarmed, the girl said nothing. Both girls disliked the movie, so soon they switched activities. Coy took control again. At his insistence, the girls were soon cutting a rug to Destiny's Child Survivor. The party came to a halt around 11 p.m. when the third girl's mother came and picked up her daughter. Gina Acosta put Carley and her friend to bed. The two girls changed into nightclothes, popped a Scooby Doo movie into Carley's bedroom VCR and turned in. Carley was asleep almost immediately.
Her friend--who has documented minor sleep disorders--was not. As she watched various make-believe monsters get unmasked on video, a real one appeared in the doorway. He walked over to the bed, and reached over his sleeping daughter to her friend. She lay still, pretending to be asleep, hoping he would go away. He did not. There was no intercourse, but Coy's offense was worse than mere digital contact. It was all over in five minutes. Coy left the room. The girl lay in bed, and eventually picked herself up and took herself to the bathroom.
She wanted Gina Acosta to take her home then and there. A bleary Acosta told her she was tired; Carlos would do it. The terrified girl got in the car with him for the quick trip home. On that short drive, Coy told the girl not to tell anybody about what had happened. If she kept quiet, he said, he would give her money. Hell, he was soon going to open a dance studio, and hadn't he just told her how well she could dance? He was gonna make her a star.
That was the horrific tale the young girl told a packed courtroom. (Coincidentally, the court was full of field-tripping juniors from a Houston Catholic high school then reeling from a predatory priest scandal.) Her word was all the state had in this case---there was no physical evidence gathered from Coy's house or visible marks on the girls body.
Coy Denied it all. He said that it was nothing more than the actions of a woman scorned, acting through her daughter to exact revenge. He claimed he had seduced and dumped the girl's mother years ago, while the father (his close friend) was in prison. He had led the girl's mother to believe that he was going to take her and her daughter out of poverty, only to cruelly dismiss her later.
Former full-time (now part-time) Dope House publicist "Don Juan" Corzo says that this was well-known years before the arrest. "She was expecting him to go with him," he said in an August 2002 interview. "They had grown up together in the 'hood. Carlos grew up to be this big star--he grew out of getting drunk and selling drugs and stuff and straightened out when he started to be a rapper. At some point she expected Carlos to leave Gina and go and live with her and her daughter."
But such was not to be, according to Corzo and the Coy camp. "Carlos used to tell me that he would insult her. He would say, 'You know what, you're just a slut. I'm just sleeping around with you. You're nothing. I love my wife and my kids. I'm just having a good time and that's it."
The mother waited until the Odom case came to light to spring her trap. With the cooperation of the Harris County District Attorney's office, a clinical child psychologist and the Houston Police Department, she coached her daughter to tell the horrific tale. Later, Harris County law enforcement enticed the other girls to come forward, because they feared Coy's clout among his people and couldn't stand to see a brown man succeed on such defiant terms as the gangsta rapper had. That's Coy's story anyway, and he's still sticking to it. "This system is trying to stop this movement," he wrote in an open letter to his fans from the Harris County Jail in July. "But their efforts will crumble. They teamed up with a family I have known for almost 20 years. A family I thought were my friends. Together they tried to destroy a man's dream to help his people, but they only showed they fear they have of us."
On the stand, the mother dismissed the claim out of hand, and no hard evidence came to light supporting Coy's claims. Coy's defense attorney---Chip Lewis---tried a more artful tack. He gently picked at the young girl's testimony, made much of her documented sleep issues, introduced no little doubt that the girl might have been asleep and dreaming the whole awful experience. He even introduced four horror films the girl's parents had rented and had the jury spend a day watching them. After a day's deliberation, the jury sided with the girl.
They prosecution had been eagerly anticipating the punishment phase of the trial. They picked over Coy's interviews and lyrics for the standard gangstar rapper posturing, and portrayed Coy ass the callous, misogynist, cop-hating, drug dealing, violent thug all gangsta rappers pretend to be and some actually are.
Against Lewis' advice, Coy took the stand himself, and at first, a kinder, gentler rapper emerged. That was under direct examination. Under cross-examination, the image crumbled. Coy was an arrogant braggart. By his own admissions, he was a crack dealer who sold only the purest dope. He claimed to have single-handedly ended the gang problem in Houston---all those who credited the mayor and the Houston Police department were tooting on the wrong horn.
The punishment phase also featured a parade of girls who testified that Coy had sex with them in cheap motels or at Dope House. One, a 14-year-old, testified that Coy had sex with her in a motel while he watched a Cinemax soft-core porn movie. Coy---who admitted to sharing a motel room with her alone but denied that any sex occurred--was out of jail on bond awaiting trial on the molestation charges at the time.
Corzo says that he and Sylvia Coy had warned Coy against putting himself in such situations after the first charges came. Carlos paid them no mind. After all, he was always about "keeping it on the real." "me and Sylvia used to tell him, 'Hey, while this is going on, you need to be a saint," Corzo says. "You need to be a role-model father and husband. You need to be perfect." He would always say, I'm not gonna change my life 'cause that would be a lie.'
"I thought that was kinda stupid," Corzo added. "Cause look what happened, those minors came forward."
Coy's appetites would not be curbed. "He was still bringing those girls around Dope House and I could see that they were young---15,16. You could see they had that young look," Corzo says. "I used to say, 'If he's gonna mess around, if he's not gonna be the perfect husband, he at least needs to mess with girls who are 21 and up.' His response was 'I don't have to change my life because that would be a lie.' And I would be like, 'Okaaaay."
According to Corzo, Coy also erred badly in selecting a lawyer. Instead of seeking specific sex crime expertise, Coy chose to go for overall prestige. "They were referred to people who specialized in sex charges, but from what I hear from the people at the label, Carlos wanted to go with the most expensive guy," Corzo says. "They referred him to this guy who was gonna charge him about $50,000. He's an expert who has represented teachers who had been hit with sexual charges, and this guy had a good reputation. But they didn't want to go for him because he wasn't the most expensive."
Corzo believes that Coy is guilty only of having sex with the pubescent girls, but not his youngest victim. "To this day I feel pretty certain that what he was convicted for is not true," he says. "If he was convicted for sleeping with 15-year-olds, I would have said 'Hey, you deserve it, because you have.' And every rock and rap star has done that."
Corzo also thinks that more prepubescent victims would surely have come forward by now. He does allow for the possibility that Coy may have been extremely messed up on beer and weed that night. "I don't deny that hasn't crossed my mind in a very, very minimal way," he says. Maybe he was just really drunk and high, and she just..." Corzo's voice trails off. "It's very, very minimal," he says finally.
Corzo's former full-time gig was maybe one of the most thankless in the history of entertainment. Seldom has any star been accused of a crime as heinous as Coy's, and Corzo says that even under better circumstances that the artist was no ideal employer. Nevertheless, he is standing by him. "Something I haven't told a whole lot of people is this: The whole time I've known Carlos, since about '98, I've always felt that he has been sort of arrogant. While I worked at the label, several people have commented on that fact that he was arrogant or had a big head, while other people said he was humble or a down-to-earth guy. He's a different sort of down-to-earth guy. If he detected you to be not from the 'hood, he would be arrogant and rude. I perceived that attitude from him early on, and so we never really hit if off.
"People wonder why I defend him if he was such a jerk with me. I say that has nothing to do with it. It has to do with justice. A lot of people think I defend him because we were friends or because I worked with him. I never really liked the guy personally. He was arrogant. I just feel that he didn't do it."
So what now for Coy's empire? Most observers are predicting a dark future for Dope House Records. Carlos' brother Arthur Jr. and sister Sylvia are still trying to helm the label through the storm, through without their No. 1 artist most are predicting rough waters.
Californian Baby Beesh, the label's No. 2 act, is said to be gone after his third album for the label. Beesh is said to be unhappy with the treatment he has received from the Coy family, especially the preference shown recently for his labelmate Juan Gotti. "He's always felt that they've never given him the attention or the promotion that he deserves," Corzo says. "He says it's because he's from California, that he's not from the 'hood with Carlos."
Beesh is also said to feel slighted by the rest of Dope House because he is only half-Mexican. "His dad is American. His mom is Hispanic," Corzo says. "He's always had that little clash with some of the people at the label because he's not from the 'hood, because he's not 100% Mexican. He's told me all about it. He saw the promotion they gave to Juan Gotti on the website when they both had new albums out. Gotti got a helluva lot of promotion---he was all over the radio, they took him on tours, the tours were all over the website, they promoted him really, really hard.
"With Beesh, they put out his album and they promoted him, but not as much. Not even half as much. Even though Beesh had his songs on the radio here and in California, and Gotti's never done that , they still promoted Juan Gotti harder and stronger because he's a full-fledged Texican."
Former Southwest Wholesale project manager Greg Ellis says Beesh has already all but bolted from Dope House's stable. The same day his Dope House release On Tha Cool racked in Texas, the rapper also dropped Velvetism on the 40 Ounce label in California. "I don't see how they can make it without [Beesh]," Ellis says. "Guys like [Dope House rappers] Grimm and Juan Gotti have a lot of talent, but they can't see enough for them to go on."
Recent Soundscan numbers bear him out. The two albums that Dope House was hoping would be it's salvation----Gotti's No Sett Trippin' and On Tha Cool---together sold less than 7,000 albums by mid-August.
Coy's freestyle Reveille Park, released on Cinco de Mayo 2002, sold 17,000 copies, though only 3,600 of those were moved in his native Houston. By contrast, 21,000 copies of his last Universal project Time Is Money were sold in Houston, along with 12,000 copies of Never Change, which was released soon after his arrest.
"The won't see any of the money from Time is Money," say Ellis. Universal is still recouping their $500,000 advance. Ellis attributes Coy's eroding popularity in his hometown to the fact that Houstonians know the most about the case. As word gets around to the far-flung outposts of Coy's fan base like Wichita and Albuquerque about the exact nature of his crimes, Ellis thinks that sales will dwindle there too.
As sales for Dope House decline, their expense mount. Coy's legal bills are immense, and continue to grow. Until his August move from the Harris County jail to a Texas Department of Criminal Justice jail, Coy had also racked up thousands of dollars in phone bills from Harris County jail, as he attempted to run the label via speakerphone, "Carlos' Angels" styles, if you will. "Every time I was over there after the trial he was on the phone the whole time," says Houston hip-hop journalist Matt Sonzala. "That shit get pretty expensive."
TDCJ rules allow inmates in good standing only one monitored, five-minute phone call every 90 days, so now that option is gone. He's going to have to run his empire on paper now, and through instructions to the maximum of 10 people on his visitor's list.
Meanwhile, Coy is writing his memoirs, to be called Hustle Town. (He had envisioned a biopic by the same name, but the film project never came to fruition.) Corzo is worried that adult versions of the high school gangs who caused Coy so much grief back in his South Park days will again seek to victimize him. "I'm concerned about him being in [the penitentiary]. Since he was from the 'hood and was involved with drugs and crime in his younger years, I'm thinking those who are involved with Latin Kings or Texas Syndicate in there are gonna try to intimidate him into being part of these organizations. They may say if he doesn't accept their protection then he's gonna get hurt."
As is well know, inmates known to have victimized children rank somewhere around snitches in the prison hierarchy. A child molester has almost no chance in the general population, so Coy will most likely be held apart like Huey Meaux, another famed Houston music go-getter (who's release, incidentally, is imminent). Coy will be in administrative segregation, TDCJ's name for protective custody, in his cell for 23 hours a day. Barring a successful appeal, that is Coy's new reality. Regarding appeals, Harris County Assistant D.A. Denise Onckon says, "We tried a clean case. I don't recall any issues that should be sticking points on appeal...I think the rulings of the court were fair and erred on the side of caution in admitting evidence."
Corzo still believes in his former employer, with a vehemence that will shock many. "Many times when I go out I get in arguments with people who tell me that Carlos is a child molester and this is what I tell them," he says. "I say I would trust Carlos to baby-sit my 5-year-old daughter, but not my 15 year-old daughter."
Well that's it. I hope you enjoyed this article as much as I did. Now after reading this whole article what conclusion have you made? I want to know what he supposedly did with that 9-year-old girl. The article really doesn't specify what happened. Remember this was written back in 2002 so if you have any updated information on this case or know any inside information please share it with us. Thank you for visiting my blog. I'll keep it as up to date as possible for you guys.
Peace, Tony-C #spm #freespm #southparkmexican
Coy's daughter Carley had invited the daughter of her parents' friends over to spend the night. The two girls and another young playmate had accompanied their mothers and other family members on a shopping trip and a seafood meal that Saturday afternoon, and neither Carley nor the soon-to-be victim, age 9, wanted the fun to end. Carley begged her friend's mother to let the girl spend the night. After some misgivings, she gave in. The mother testified that she had thought that Coy would spend the night out partying somewhere, as he did most nights. Her old friend Gina Acosta would look after the kids.
But Coy was there that night, jamming hard in his home studio. The girl testified that they could hear the music through the floors as they played upstairs. Soon, the music stopped. The girls were in Coy's marital bed channel-surfing when Coy, clad in boxer shorts and a T-shirt, joined them. He picked up the remote and dialed up Texas Chainsaw Massacre. They all lay in the dark taking in the gore, the girl later testified, when suddenly she felt Coy's hand caressing her.
Though alarmed, the girl said nothing. Both girls disliked the movie, so soon they switched activities. Coy took control again. At his insistence, the girls were soon cutting a rug to Destiny's Child Survivor. The party came to a halt around 11 p.m. when the third girl's mother came and picked up her daughter. Gina Acosta put Carley and her friend to bed. The two girls changed into nightclothes, popped a Scooby Doo movie into Carley's bedroom VCR and turned in. Carley was asleep almost immediately.
Her friend--who has documented minor sleep disorders--was not. As she watched various make-believe monsters get unmasked on video, a real one appeared in the doorway. He walked over to the bed, and reached over his sleeping daughter to her friend. She lay still, pretending to be asleep, hoping he would go away. He did not. There was no intercourse, but Coy's offense was worse than mere digital contact. It was all over in five minutes. Coy left the room. The girl lay in bed, and eventually picked herself up and took herself to the bathroom.
She wanted Gina Acosta to take her home then and there. A bleary Acosta told her she was tired; Carlos would do it. The terrified girl got in the car with him for the quick trip home. On that short drive, Coy told the girl not to tell anybody about what had happened. If she kept quiet, he said, he would give her money. Hell, he was soon going to open a dance studio, and hadn't he just told her how well she could dance? He was gonna make her a star.
That was the horrific tale the young girl told a packed courtroom. (Coincidentally, the court was full of field-tripping juniors from a Houston Catholic high school then reeling from a predatory priest scandal.) Her word was all the state had in this case---there was no physical evidence gathered from Coy's house or visible marks on the girls body.
Coy Denied it all. He said that it was nothing more than the actions of a woman scorned, acting through her daughter to exact revenge. He claimed he had seduced and dumped the girl's mother years ago, while the father (his close friend) was in prison. He had led the girl's mother to believe that he was going to take her and her daughter out of poverty, only to cruelly dismiss her later.
Former full-time (now part-time) Dope House publicist "Don Juan" Corzo says that this was well-known years before the arrest. "She was expecting him to go with him," he said in an August 2002 interview. "They had grown up together in the 'hood. Carlos grew up to be this big star--he grew out of getting drunk and selling drugs and stuff and straightened out when he started to be a rapper. At some point she expected Carlos to leave Gina and go and live with her and her daughter."
But such was not to be, according to Corzo and the Coy camp. "Carlos used to tell me that he would insult her. He would say, 'You know what, you're just a slut. I'm just sleeping around with you. You're nothing. I love my wife and my kids. I'm just having a good time and that's it."
The mother waited until the Odom case came to light to spring her trap. With the cooperation of the Harris County District Attorney's office, a clinical child psychologist and the Houston Police Department, she coached her daughter to tell the horrific tale. Later, Harris County law enforcement enticed the other girls to come forward, because they feared Coy's clout among his people and couldn't stand to see a brown man succeed on such defiant terms as the gangsta rapper had. That's Coy's story anyway, and he's still sticking to it. "This system is trying to stop this movement," he wrote in an open letter to his fans from the Harris County Jail in July. "But their efforts will crumble. They teamed up with a family I have known for almost 20 years. A family I thought were my friends. Together they tried to destroy a man's dream to help his people, but they only showed they fear they have of us."
On the stand, the mother dismissed the claim out of hand, and no hard evidence came to light supporting Coy's claims. Coy's defense attorney---Chip Lewis---tried a more artful tack. He gently picked at the young girl's testimony, made much of her documented sleep issues, introduced no little doubt that the girl might have been asleep and dreaming the whole awful experience. He even introduced four horror films the girl's parents had rented and had the jury spend a day watching them. After a day's deliberation, the jury sided with the girl.
They prosecution had been eagerly anticipating the punishment phase of the trial. They picked over Coy's interviews and lyrics for the standard gangstar rapper posturing, and portrayed Coy ass the callous, misogynist, cop-hating, drug dealing, violent thug all gangsta rappers pretend to be and some actually are.
Against Lewis' advice, Coy took the stand himself, and at first, a kinder, gentler rapper emerged. That was under direct examination. Under cross-examination, the image crumbled. Coy was an arrogant braggart. By his own admissions, he was a crack dealer who sold only the purest dope. He claimed to have single-handedly ended the gang problem in Houston---all those who credited the mayor and the Houston Police department were tooting on the wrong horn.
The punishment phase also featured a parade of girls who testified that Coy had sex with them in cheap motels or at Dope House. One, a 14-year-old, testified that Coy had sex with her in a motel while he watched a Cinemax soft-core porn movie. Coy---who admitted to sharing a motel room with her alone but denied that any sex occurred--was out of jail on bond awaiting trial on the molestation charges at the time.
Corzo says that he and Sylvia Coy had warned Coy against putting himself in such situations after the first charges came. Carlos paid them no mind. After all, he was always about "keeping it on the real." "me and Sylvia used to tell him, 'Hey, while this is going on, you need to be a saint," Corzo says. "You need to be a role-model father and husband. You need to be perfect." He would always say, I'm not gonna change my life 'cause that would be a lie.'
"I thought that was kinda stupid," Corzo added. "Cause look what happened, those minors came forward."
Coy's appetites would not be curbed. "He was still bringing those girls around Dope House and I could see that they were young---15,16. You could see they had that young look," Corzo says. "I used to say, 'If he's gonna mess around, if he's not gonna be the perfect husband, he at least needs to mess with girls who are 21 and up.' His response was 'I don't have to change my life because that would be a lie.' And I would be like, 'Okaaaay."
According to Corzo, Coy also erred badly in selecting a lawyer. Instead of seeking specific sex crime expertise, Coy chose to go for overall prestige. "They were referred to people who specialized in sex charges, but from what I hear from the people at the label, Carlos wanted to go with the most expensive guy," Corzo says. "They referred him to this guy who was gonna charge him about $50,000. He's an expert who has represented teachers who had been hit with sexual charges, and this guy had a good reputation. But they didn't want to go for him because he wasn't the most expensive."
Corzo believes that Coy is guilty only of having sex with the pubescent girls, but not his youngest victim. "To this day I feel pretty certain that what he was convicted for is not true," he says. "If he was convicted for sleeping with 15-year-olds, I would have said 'Hey, you deserve it, because you have.' And every rock and rap star has done that."
Corzo also thinks that more prepubescent victims would surely have come forward by now. He does allow for the possibility that Coy may have been extremely messed up on beer and weed that night. "I don't deny that hasn't crossed my mind in a very, very minimal way," he says. Maybe he was just really drunk and high, and she just..." Corzo's voice trails off. "It's very, very minimal," he says finally.
Corzo's former full-time gig was maybe one of the most thankless in the history of entertainment. Seldom has any star been accused of a crime as heinous as Coy's, and Corzo says that even under better circumstances that the artist was no ideal employer. Nevertheless, he is standing by him. "Something I haven't told a whole lot of people is this: The whole time I've known Carlos, since about '98, I've always felt that he has been sort of arrogant. While I worked at the label, several people have commented on that fact that he was arrogant or had a big head, while other people said he was humble or a down-to-earth guy. He's a different sort of down-to-earth guy. If he detected you to be not from the 'hood, he would be arrogant and rude. I perceived that attitude from him early on, and so we never really hit if off.
"People wonder why I defend him if he was such a jerk with me. I say that has nothing to do with it. It has to do with justice. A lot of people think I defend him because we were friends or because I worked with him. I never really liked the guy personally. He was arrogant. I just feel that he didn't do it."
So what now for Coy's empire? Most observers are predicting a dark future for Dope House Records. Carlos' brother Arthur Jr. and sister Sylvia are still trying to helm the label through the storm, through without their No. 1 artist most are predicting rough waters.
Californian Baby Beesh, the label's No. 2 act, is said to be gone after his third album for the label. Beesh is said to be unhappy with the treatment he has received from the Coy family, especially the preference shown recently for his labelmate Juan Gotti. "He's always felt that they've never given him the attention or the promotion that he deserves," Corzo says. "He says it's because he's from California, that he's not from the 'hood with Carlos."
Beesh is also said to feel slighted by the rest of Dope House because he is only half-Mexican. "His dad is American. His mom is Hispanic," Corzo says. "He's always had that little clash with some of the people at the label because he's not from the 'hood, because he's not 100% Mexican. He's told me all about it. He saw the promotion they gave to Juan Gotti on the website when they both had new albums out. Gotti got a helluva lot of promotion---he was all over the radio, they took him on tours, the tours were all over the website, they promoted him really, really hard.
"With Beesh, they put out his album and they promoted him, but not as much. Not even half as much. Even though Beesh had his songs on the radio here and in California, and Gotti's never done that , they still promoted Juan Gotti harder and stronger because he's a full-fledged Texican."
Former Southwest Wholesale project manager Greg Ellis says Beesh has already all but bolted from Dope House's stable. The same day his Dope House release On Tha Cool racked in Texas, the rapper also dropped Velvetism on the 40 Ounce label in California. "I don't see how they can make it without [Beesh]," Ellis says. "Guys like [Dope House rappers] Grimm and Juan Gotti have a lot of talent, but they can't see enough for them to go on."
Recent Soundscan numbers bear him out. The two albums that Dope House was hoping would be it's salvation----Gotti's No Sett Trippin' and On Tha Cool---together sold less than 7,000 albums by mid-August.
Coy's freestyle Reveille Park, released on Cinco de Mayo 2002, sold 17,000 copies, though only 3,600 of those were moved in his native Houston. By contrast, 21,000 copies of his last Universal project Time Is Money were sold in Houston, along with 12,000 copies of Never Change, which was released soon after his arrest.
"The won't see any of the money from Time is Money," say Ellis. Universal is still recouping their $500,000 advance. Ellis attributes Coy's eroding popularity in his hometown to the fact that Houstonians know the most about the case. As word gets around to the far-flung outposts of Coy's fan base like Wichita and Albuquerque about the exact nature of his crimes, Ellis thinks that sales will dwindle there too.
As sales for Dope House decline, their expense mount. Coy's legal bills are immense, and continue to grow. Until his August move from the Harris County jail to a Texas Department of Criminal Justice jail, Coy had also racked up thousands of dollars in phone bills from Harris County jail, as he attempted to run the label via speakerphone, "Carlos' Angels" styles, if you will. "Every time I was over there after the trial he was on the phone the whole time," says Houston hip-hop journalist Matt Sonzala. "That shit get pretty expensive."
TDCJ rules allow inmates in good standing only one monitored, five-minute phone call every 90 days, so now that option is gone. He's going to have to run his empire on paper now, and through instructions to the maximum of 10 people on his visitor's list.
Meanwhile, Coy is writing his memoirs, to be called Hustle Town. (He had envisioned a biopic by the same name, but the film project never came to fruition.) Corzo is worried that adult versions of the high school gangs who caused Coy so much grief back in his South Park days will again seek to victimize him. "I'm concerned about him being in [the penitentiary]. Since he was from the 'hood and was involved with drugs and crime in his younger years, I'm thinking those who are involved with Latin Kings or Texas Syndicate in there are gonna try to intimidate him into being part of these organizations. They may say if he doesn't accept their protection then he's gonna get hurt."
As is well know, inmates known to have victimized children rank somewhere around snitches in the prison hierarchy. A child molester has almost no chance in the general population, so Coy will most likely be held apart like Huey Meaux, another famed Houston music go-getter (who's release, incidentally, is imminent). Coy will be in administrative segregation, TDCJ's name for protective custody, in his cell for 23 hours a day. Barring a successful appeal, that is Coy's new reality. Regarding appeals, Harris County Assistant D.A. Denise Onckon says, "We tried a clean case. I don't recall any issues that should be sticking points on appeal...I think the rulings of the court were fair and erred on the side of caution in admitting evidence."
Corzo still believes in his former employer, with a vehemence that will shock many. "Many times when I go out I get in arguments with people who tell me that Carlos is a child molester and this is what I tell them," he says. "I say I would trust Carlos to baby-sit my 5-year-old daughter, but not my 15 year-old daughter."
Well that's it. I hope you enjoyed this article as much as I did. Now after reading this whole article what conclusion have you made? I want to know what he supposedly did with that 9-year-old girl. The article really doesn't specify what happened. Remember this was written back in 2002 so if you have any updated information on this case or know any inside information please share it with us. Thank you for visiting my blog. I'll keep it as up to date as possible for you guys.
Peace, Tony-C #spm #freespm #southparkmexican
Monday, August 13, 2007
PART # 2 THE RISE AND FALL OF SOUTH PARK MEXICAN
PART 2 OF 3
Armed with a GED, Coy attempted to further his education at San Jacinto Junior College. He spent most of his only college semester playing golf, skipped all his classes and flunked out.
Next, he worked with his brother Arthur in a chemical plant. That fizzled as well. Coy's last straight job was much better-suited to his talents, if not his desire for wealth and fame. He sold perfume door-to-door and in mall parking lots. Coy discovered a gift for gab. He could cold call with the best of them. Still, he soon gave in to frustration. His bosses in this racket were getting rich while they doled out peanuts to their best salesman.
Earnings were better in the crack game, which was Coy's next addition to a not-too-impressive resume. Exactly how long Coy was a crack dealer is debatable. His sister said it was three months, Coy said on the stand it was less than a year. Others estimate it was longer.
Coy insists he was as much prey as predator in the crack world. He testified that he had been on the ground on the wrong end of a gun numerous times, eyes closed, waiting for an oblivion that never came. For whatever reason, the gangsters who marked him for death never pulled the trigger. Coy later attributed it to a sign---surely he was destined for great things.
But first, things go worse. Thieves stole a consignment of crack he was fronted, and Coy was left with a debt he had to pay either by coming up with the silver or taking in some lead. To cover the debt, Coy sold all the flashy cars and bling he had bought with his crack proceeds. He was back at square one, no better off than he had been when he was peddling knock-off perfume. To hear him tell it, his conscience was also gnawing at him. "I was tired of selling crack to your homeboy's mom," he told a Houston Press reporter years later.
Coy spent about a month hunkered down. His mother owned a trailer park, so Coy was loaned a mobile home in which to plot his next move. He subsisted on cold pork and beans and small loans from his brother. He didn't want a real job--he says he was too proud to work for the white man for peanuts. He wanted greatness, and he wanted it now.
But what was he great at? Not much. What he was best at was selling crack. He saw no alternative, he said. He was going back to the dope game. As he was dialing up a crack wholesaler, he abruptly lost his will. The phone slipped from his fingers. He fell to his knees and begged Jesus for a sign.
Jesus delivered. According to Coy's dramatic story, he picked up the remote and zapped on the TV. The first thing he saw were three huge letters. R-A-P. Hip-Hop was to be his destiny. Years later at his trail, prosecutor Andrews asked him about his life in the dope game. Coy boasted that it was much like the music career that followed. He was always known as the man with the "best uncut dope."
"What do you mean by 'uncut'," the prosecutor asked.
"I've never believed in adding any harmful additives," he said, his trademark swagger then still intact. The jurors were not impressed and the media sniggered later in the halls.
That was always one of the things that his fans loved about him. He "kept it on the real," as they put it, and did so with wit and humor. But these kind words were to come later. Coy's road to hip-hip glory was long and hard.
The first detour along this road, he said from the stand, was an ill-fated foray into Christian rap. After losing a live rap battle to a rookie rapper who didn't know half as much about the ghetto as he did, Coy swore off Christen rap for good. He started rapping about his life as a crack dealer and soon made a cassette he named Hillwood in honor of the South Park 'hood where he plied his trade.
Coy was a natural-born hustler, and he loved to sell himself. He sold Hillwood by the backpack-full to anyone and everyone who came in his orbit. When he wore his own 'hood out, he would load up another backpack-full and hop on a bus and ride it to the end of the line and do the same there. His brother eventually helped him by loaning him a car, and then Coy took his debut tape and his marketing genius to Dallas, San Antonio, Abilene and Corpus Christi. He was everywhere----at low-rider shows, swap meets, flea markets, or just hanging out in front of liquor stores. He wouldn't let demographics get in the way of a sale---little abuelitas got the pitch as readily as his contemporaries. If he couldn't afford a booth at a flea market, he would hang out in the men's room and peddle his tapes there.
Veteran Houston-scenester Dennis Marshman is no rap fan. The owner/operator of the Boat Yard's two incarnations is a rocker and honky-tonker to the bone, but even Marshman appreciated Coy's genius. "Musicians my son's age are always bitching about why they aren't stars," he said. "They blame radio, the media, whatever. I always tell them, 'Look at South Park Mexican. If you want to make it, that's what you gotta do.'"
Coy's persistence paid off. By 1997, he had Southwest Wholesale distributing his stuff for him. But he had slipped up early. About the time he was beating the streets with his backpack full of Hillwood dubes, he met Jill Odom. Odom fell head-over-heals for the aspiring rapper and ghetto legend. She later testified that Coy was her first lover, and that the two of them never discussed birth control. She wound up pregnant and gave birth to a son that the basketball-mad couple named Jordan Dominique, though Coy didn't give the boy his last name.
There was another complication factor: Carlos was 23 at the time and Odom was 13. He later testified that he had thought she was much older, although he admitted that he often picked her up and dropped her off at her Pasadena middle school. He was "always big on education," he testified. He hadn't known it was a junior high, he said, since her school was in Pasadena. He didn't know all the names of the schools there. According to Coy, when he met her she looked like a "party type" and she was known to have a weakness for wine coolers.
He informally acknowledged his son and sent Odom a few checks every now and then. He even offered to marry Odom, though the girl's parents quickly put the kibosh on the plan. Six years later Harris County constables served Coy with papers in July 2000 to formalize paternity and arrange for consistent child support. It seemed like an isolated incident a long time ago, and the local media ignored the matter. By then, Coy had two other children with girlfriend Gina Acosta: son Carlos jr., and daughter Carley.
That year on the Houston scene---Destiny's Child aside--Coy was the biggest thing going. He swept the first of two straight Houston Press Music Awards. He scooped a half-million dollar advance from Universal and released two new albums--Time is Money and The Purity Album. He garnered favorable write-ups from Texas Monthly and Newsweek, both of which heralded him as not just a rapper, but also as a de facto civil rights leader, a voice of the voiceless.
"A lot of Mexican-American kids have low self-esteem," he told Newsweek's Lorraine Ali. "I let them know that they can do more than just work like an animal for peanuts."
But 2000 was also the year his fame crested. He never broke through to the California Hispanic market like Universal hoped. After releasing Never Change in November 2001, Coy's affiliation with the major was over.
From a public relations standpoint, Universal could only have wished the deal terminated a couple of months sooner. Over a long Labor Day weekend, two months prior to the release of Never Change, Coy committed an outrage that, barring a miracle of appellate lawyering, will keep him in prison until 2022.
CHECK IN TOMORROW
Armed with a GED, Coy attempted to further his education at San Jacinto Junior College. He spent most of his only college semester playing golf, skipped all his classes and flunked out.
Next, he worked with his brother Arthur in a chemical plant. That fizzled as well. Coy's last straight job was much better-suited to his talents, if not his desire for wealth and fame. He sold perfume door-to-door and in mall parking lots. Coy discovered a gift for gab. He could cold call with the best of them. Still, he soon gave in to frustration. His bosses in this racket were getting rich while they doled out peanuts to their best salesman.
Earnings were better in the crack game, which was Coy's next addition to a not-too-impressive resume. Exactly how long Coy was a crack dealer is debatable. His sister said it was three months, Coy said on the stand it was less than a year. Others estimate it was longer.
Coy insists he was as much prey as predator in the crack world. He testified that he had been on the ground on the wrong end of a gun numerous times, eyes closed, waiting for an oblivion that never came. For whatever reason, the gangsters who marked him for death never pulled the trigger. Coy later attributed it to a sign---surely he was destined for great things.
But first, things go worse. Thieves stole a consignment of crack he was fronted, and Coy was left with a debt he had to pay either by coming up with the silver or taking in some lead. To cover the debt, Coy sold all the flashy cars and bling he had bought with his crack proceeds. He was back at square one, no better off than he had been when he was peddling knock-off perfume. To hear him tell it, his conscience was also gnawing at him. "I was tired of selling crack to your homeboy's mom," he told a Houston Press reporter years later.
Coy spent about a month hunkered down. His mother owned a trailer park, so Coy was loaned a mobile home in which to plot his next move. He subsisted on cold pork and beans and small loans from his brother. He didn't want a real job--he says he was too proud to work for the white man for peanuts. He wanted greatness, and he wanted it now.
But what was he great at? Not much. What he was best at was selling crack. He saw no alternative, he said. He was going back to the dope game. As he was dialing up a crack wholesaler, he abruptly lost his will. The phone slipped from his fingers. He fell to his knees and begged Jesus for a sign.
Jesus delivered. According to Coy's dramatic story, he picked up the remote and zapped on the TV. The first thing he saw were three huge letters. R-A-P. Hip-Hop was to be his destiny. Years later at his trail, prosecutor Andrews asked him about his life in the dope game. Coy boasted that it was much like the music career that followed. He was always known as the man with the "best uncut dope."
"What do you mean by 'uncut'," the prosecutor asked.
"I've never believed in adding any harmful additives," he said, his trademark swagger then still intact. The jurors were not impressed and the media sniggered later in the halls.
That was always one of the things that his fans loved about him. He "kept it on the real," as they put it, and did so with wit and humor. But these kind words were to come later. Coy's road to hip-hip glory was long and hard.
The first detour along this road, he said from the stand, was an ill-fated foray into Christian rap. After losing a live rap battle to a rookie rapper who didn't know half as much about the ghetto as he did, Coy swore off Christen rap for good. He started rapping about his life as a crack dealer and soon made a cassette he named Hillwood in honor of the South Park 'hood where he plied his trade.
Coy was a natural-born hustler, and he loved to sell himself. He sold Hillwood by the backpack-full to anyone and everyone who came in his orbit. When he wore his own 'hood out, he would load up another backpack-full and hop on a bus and ride it to the end of the line and do the same there. His brother eventually helped him by loaning him a car, and then Coy took his debut tape and his marketing genius to Dallas, San Antonio, Abilene and Corpus Christi. He was everywhere----at low-rider shows, swap meets, flea markets, or just hanging out in front of liquor stores. He wouldn't let demographics get in the way of a sale---little abuelitas got the pitch as readily as his contemporaries. If he couldn't afford a booth at a flea market, he would hang out in the men's room and peddle his tapes there.
Veteran Houston-scenester Dennis Marshman is no rap fan. The owner/operator of the Boat Yard's two incarnations is a rocker and honky-tonker to the bone, but even Marshman appreciated Coy's genius. "Musicians my son's age are always bitching about why they aren't stars," he said. "They blame radio, the media, whatever. I always tell them, 'Look at South Park Mexican. If you want to make it, that's what you gotta do.'"
Coy's persistence paid off. By 1997, he had Southwest Wholesale distributing his stuff for him. But he had slipped up early. About the time he was beating the streets with his backpack full of Hillwood dubes, he met Jill Odom. Odom fell head-over-heals for the aspiring rapper and ghetto legend. She later testified that Coy was her first lover, and that the two of them never discussed birth control. She wound up pregnant and gave birth to a son that the basketball-mad couple named Jordan Dominique, though Coy didn't give the boy his last name.
There was another complication factor: Carlos was 23 at the time and Odom was 13. He later testified that he had thought she was much older, although he admitted that he often picked her up and dropped her off at her Pasadena middle school. He was "always big on education," he testified. He hadn't known it was a junior high, he said, since her school was in Pasadena. He didn't know all the names of the schools there. According to Coy, when he met her she looked like a "party type" and she was known to have a weakness for wine coolers.
He informally acknowledged his son and sent Odom a few checks every now and then. He even offered to marry Odom, though the girl's parents quickly put the kibosh on the plan. Six years later Harris County constables served Coy with papers in July 2000 to formalize paternity and arrange for consistent child support. It seemed like an isolated incident a long time ago, and the local media ignored the matter. By then, Coy had two other children with girlfriend Gina Acosta: son Carlos jr., and daughter Carley.
That year on the Houston scene---Destiny's Child aside--Coy was the biggest thing going. He swept the first of two straight Houston Press Music Awards. He scooped a half-million dollar advance from Universal and released two new albums--Time is Money and The Purity Album. He garnered favorable write-ups from Texas Monthly and Newsweek, both of which heralded him as not just a rapper, but also as a de facto civil rights leader, a voice of the voiceless.
"A lot of Mexican-American kids have low self-esteem," he told Newsweek's Lorraine Ali. "I let them know that they can do more than just work like an animal for peanuts."
But 2000 was also the year his fame crested. He never broke through to the California Hispanic market like Universal hoped. After releasing Never Change in November 2001, Coy's affiliation with the major was over.
From a public relations standpoint, Universal could only have wished the deal terminated a couple of months sooner. Over a long Labor Day weekend, two months prior to the release of Never Change, Coy committed an outrage that, barring a miracle of appellate lawyering, will keep him in prison until 2022.
CHECK IN TOMORROW
Thursday, August 09, 2007
PART # 1 THE RISE & FALL OF SOUTH PARK MEXICAN
This is an article I posted way back on October 2005. I found it very interesting and I wanted to share it with the rest of the world. To this very day people from all over the world post comments about it. Well here it is again. Enjoy and leave your thoughts. Tony-C aka Heater 8/23/06
PART 1 OF 3
CAROLS COY WAS A SELF-MADE SUCCESS STORY, A HOUSTON KID WHO WALKED AWAY FROM PETTY DRUG DEALING TO BUILD A THRIVING RAP EMPIRE AND BECOME A ROLE MODEL TO THOUSANDS. THEN HE WAS CONVICTED OF AN UNSPEAKABLE CRIME THAT MAY KEEP HIM IN JAIL FOR A VERY LONG TIME. BY JOHN NOVA LOANS
South Park Mexican never did all that well with the critics, especially those from beyond Texas. The New York press said His 2000 Major-Label Debut "TIME IS MONEY" (UNIVERSAL) was "Bad, Cheap Rap" That sounded like it "Came from a Casio Tone Bank," While ALLMUSIC.COM dismissed it as "[not] worthy of National Attention." Fans on the national scene were not quite so blase, though their compliments were often firmly backhanded. "I think I have a new favorite wack MC," wrote a Usenet poster shortly after SPM'S first video began airing on MTV. "His style is nuts. It's like how a 4 year old would rhyme if he sold drugs and fucked hoes....He is the worst MC I've ever heard but that's what makes him dope."
Not that the haters brought him down. In five years, the rapper (who was born Carlos Coy) went from peddling homemade cassettes out of his backpack at swap meets, car shows and ice houses to running his own successful indie rap label, complete with a distribution deal with Universal. Between 1997 and 2001, he averaged sales of more than 100,000 units a year. About a dozen rappers were in his stable, and about as many more people (including his parents and siblings) were employed at his Dopes House label in Houston.
Certain classes of the people he came to think of as "his"---RAZA---loved him as they have loved few others since Selena. While the parents of his fans may tune in to Tejano or regional Mexican sounds, their children wanted something grittier, something street, something "on the real," and Coy gave it to them. No Texan rapper of Mexican heritage had ever done what he had done--deliver up gangsta-rap--La Raza- style with such flair and wit.
By 1999, Coy no longer saw himself as a mere rapper, but something like a Chuck D of La Raza. If hip-hop is the CNN of black America, Coy wanted to be the Telemundo of brown America. He boasted to one sold-out concert hall, "Before I'm done, MTV's gonna stand for Mexican television!"
But one bunch of critics had the power to bring him down, and that was the 12 jurors who heard a month of often graphic testimony in Judge Mark Kent Ellis' courtroom. It wasn't Coy's music they were trashing. It was his behavior, which included molesting his daughter's overnight guest, fathering a child with a 13-year-old 10 years ago when he was 23 and having sex with six other underage girls.
Their verdict: 45 years and a $10,000 fine. With TV cameras allowed in the courtroom for the first time, Judge Ellis read a speechless Coy his "review." "In my 17 years on this bench I have seen a lot of sex offenders, and there is one thing they all have in common. They are all liars, and you are no exception. You've lied to this court. You've lied to your family. You've lied to your fans with your so called positive raps when your own life wasn't right.
"The fact is, there is only one victim in this case and it is a 9 year-old girl," Ellis thundered on. "Now that is reality, and you need to deal with it. Time for you to face the music. "Bailiffs, take him away."
So ended the wild ride of a young, Houston-born man who gave voice to a huge and growing segment of the Texas population, a barrio Horatio Alger who was intent on becoming something more than just another gangsta rapper with a few hit records.
Coy's story began on the Southeast side of Houston, a working-class area by Hobby Airport. When Carlos was 3, his ex-Marine father Arthur walked out on the Family, though father and son have since entered into an uneasy reconciliation. After his parents' divorce, Coy's sister was left to raise him. According to Sylvia Coy, who describes herself as Carlos's "mother-sister," their mother was to proud to go on welfare. "We lost all of our cars-my mom went and bought an old car. Basically she always worked to save the house, and I took care of Carlos."
Sylivia paints Carlos as something of a wild child. He excelled at sports, and later, break-dancing. At the trial, he told the court that he once envisioned a career as a professional break-dancer. "When breaking went out of style, I was left with out a job," he chuckled.
In junior high, he says he showed a remarkable talent on the violin, though he never picked one up in his later musical career. In one year, he became first chair in his class. "I passed up every-body," he boasted in court. "Chinese kids and everything."
Coy's life changed dramatically when his family moved from predominantly Hispanic Southeast Houston neighborhood to African-American South Park. At Woodson Middle School, where he was a classmate of BRAD JORDAN (aka Scarface), Coy was the only Hispanic. He filed away the Barry Manilow and Charlie Daniels records of his youth and replaced them with RUN-DMC and MARVIN GAYE.
At about the same time, he started smoking marijuana and drinking beer. Trouble followed. Gang members beat him up for not joining with them. Other guys beat him up, he says, for stealing their girls. He was thrown out of Houston's Milby High School, when, as a 17 year old freshman, he slugged a female classmate. He tried to continue his education at an alternative school, but eventually threw in the towel. Coy explained his rationale to the Houston Press' Craig Lindsey in 1999. "One more year in high school," he said, "and I would have went to jail for fucking all those little young bitches."
In the punishment phase of his trail three years later, those boastful words would come back to haunt him. Prosecutor Lisa Andrews opened her cross-examination by reading them to the court. A juror actually gasped aloud. Coy was asked to explain himself. "Uhhhh, I may have said that," was all Coy could say in his defense.
More to come...............................
PART 1 OF 3
CAROLS COY WAS A SELF-MADE SUCCESS STORY, A HOUSTON KID WHO WALKED AWAY FROM PETTY DRUG DEALING TO BUILD A THRIVING RAP EMPIRE AND BECOME A ROLE MODEL TO THOUSANDS. THEN HE WAS CONVICTED OF AN UNSPEAKABLE CRIME THAT MAY KEEP HIM IN JAIL FOR A VERY LONG TIME. BY JOHN NOVA LOANS
South Park Mexican never did all that well with the critics, especially those from beyond Texas. The New York press said His 2000 Major-Label Debut "TIME IS MONEY" (UNIVERSAL) was "Bad, Cheap Rap" That sounded like it "Came from a Casio Tone Bank," While ALLMUSIC.COM dismissed it as "[not] worthy of National Attention." Fans on the national scene were not quite so blase, though their compliments were often firmly backhanded. "I think I have a new favorite wack MC," wrote a Usenet poster shortly after SPM'S first video began airing on MTV. "His style is nuts. It's like how a 4 year old would rhyme if he sold drugs and fucked hoes....He is the worst MC I've ever heard but that's what makes him dope."
Not that the haters brought him down. In five years, the rapper (who was born Carlos Coy) went from peddling homemade cassettes out of his backpack at swap meets, car shows and ice houses to running his own successful indie rap label, complete with a distribution deal with Universal. Between 1997 and 2001, he averaged sales of more than 100,000 units a year. About a dozen rappers were in his stable, and about as many more people (including his parents and siblings) were employed at his Dopes House label in Houston.
Certain classes of the people he came to think of as "his"---RAZA---loved him as they have loved few others since Selena. While the parents of his fans may tune in to Tejano or regional Mexican sounds, their children wanted something grittier, something street, something "on the real," and Coy gave it to them. No Texan rapper of Mexican heritage had ever done what he had done--deliver up gangsta-rap--La Raza- style with such flair and wit.
By 1999, Coy no longer saw himself as a mere rapper, but something like a Chuck D of La Raza. If hip-hop is the CNN of black America, Coy wanted to be the Telemundo of brown America. He boasted to one sold-out concert hall, "Before I'm done, MTV's gonna stand for Mexican television!"
But one bunch of critics had the power to bring him down, and that was the 12 jurors who heard a month of often graphic testimony in Judge Mark Kent Ellis' courtroom. It wasn't Coy's music they were trashing. It was his behavior, which included molesting his daughter's overnight guest, fathering a child with a 13-year-old 10 years ago when he was 23 and having sex with six other underage girls.
Their verdict: 45 years and a $10,000 fine. With TV cameras allowed in the courtroom for the first time, Judge Ellis read a speechless Coy his "review." "In my 17 years on this bench I have seen a lot of sex offenders, and there is one thing they all have in common. They are all liars, and you are no exception. You've lied to this court. You've lied to your family. You've lied to your fans with your so called positive raps when your own life wasn't right.
"The fact is, there is only one victim in this case and it is a 9 year-old girl," Ellis thundered on. "Now that is reality, and you need to deal with it. Time for you to face the music. "Bailiffs, take him away."
So ended the wild ride of a young, Houston-born man who gave voice to a huge and growing segment of the Texas population, a barrio Horatio Alger who was intent on becoming something more than just another gangsta rapper with a few hit records.
Coy's story began on the Southeast side of Houston, a working-class area by Hobby Airport. When Carlos was 3, his ex-Marine father Arthur walked out on the Family, though father and son have since entered into an uneasy reconciliation. After his parents' divorce, Coy's sister was left to raise him. According to Sylvia Coy, who describes herself as Carlos's "mother-sister," their mother was to proud to go on welfare. "We lost all of our cars-my mom went and bought an old car. Basically she always worked to save the house, and I took care of Carlos."
Sylivia paints Carlos as something of a wild child. He excelled at sports, and later, break-dancing. At the trial, he told the court that he once envisioned a career as a professional break-dancer. "When breaking went out of style, I was left with out a job," he chuckled.
In junior high, he says he showed a remarkable talent on the violin, though he never picked one up in his later musical career. In one year, he became first chair in his class. "I passed up every-body," he boasted in court. "Chinese kids and everything."
Coy's life changed dramatically when his family moved from predominantly Hispanic Southeast Houston neighborhood to African-American South Park. At Woodson Middle School, where he was a classmate of BRAD JORDAN (aka Scarface), Coy was the only Hispanic. He filed away the Barry Manilow and Charlie Daniels records of his youth and replaced them with RUN-DMC and MARVIN GAYE.
At about the same time, he started smoking marijuana and drinking beer. Trouble followed. Gang members beat him up for not joining with them. Other guys beat him up, he says, for stealing their girls. He was thrown out of Houston's Milby High School, when, as a 17 year old freshman, he slugged a female classmate. He tried to continue his education at an alternative school, but eventually threw in the towel. Coy explained his rationale to the Houston Press' Craig Lindsey in 1999. "One more year in high school," he said, "and I would have went to jail for fucking all those little young bitches."
In the punishment phase of his trail three years later, those boastful words would come back to haunt him. Prosecutor Lisa Andrews opened her cross-examination by reading them to the court. A juror actually gasped aloud. Coy was asked to explain himself. "Uhhhh, I may have said that," was all Coy could say in his defense.
More to come...............................
Saturday, July 28, 2007
ATTENTION RAPID RIC FANS FROM ALL AROUND THE WORLD
Right now is the best time to get a Rapid Ric cd. Here is the special limited time offer. VISIT WWW.MYSPACE.COM/RAPIDRIC AND GET YOUR COPY OF AFTA DA RELAYS 2K7, A T-SHIRT AND AN AUTOGRAPHED POSTER!!!
Saturday, June 30, 2007
OZONE AWARDS/ VOTE FOR RAPID RIC
And vote for Devin the Dude, Rapid Ric, Killer Mike and Grit Boys, Bun B. Please please please forward this to everyone. Tell everyone to vote.
www.ozonemag.com/toa_voting/
www.ozonemag.com/toa_voting/
Monday, June 25, 2007
WHUT IT DEW FAMILY and THE YOUTH OF DESOTO TEXAS
What a fun weekend. The Whut It Dew Family was in Desoto Texas and boy did we have a great time. Thanks to our friend Kuwn Delini and the City of Desoto for bringing us down. The food was great, the staff was great and the city was great. We have the greatest fans in the world! More and more people are feeling the music that this collection of all-stars brings to the table and it is evident when you have a theater full of kids ranging in age from 7 to 15 years old. I hope one day that the rest of the world can see what everyone in Texas already knows. We have fans all around the world but not to the extent that we should. All you people out there reading this, spread the word about Rapid Ric and the Whut It Dew Family. We can only go as far as our wonderful fans take us. As a lot of you know we don't only make music for the clubs or people who ride around in their cars getting into whatever they get into lol, we also make music for the youth and some of the songs, believe it or not, NOT ALL, but some have a positive message and THATS A FACT JACK.
Enjoy,
Tony-C
Ryno with all his lil homies
Magno and Ryno
Chalie Boy not Charlie
The man with the plan Kuwn Delini
Ryno with all his lil homies
Magno and Ryno
Chalie Boy not Charlie
The man with the plan Kuwn Delini
Thursday, May 17, 2007
SPM PUBLIC INFO
This information is open to the public. I know I have a lot of SPM fans that visit so I thought I would put this up.
SID Number: 04236244
TDCJ Number: 01110642
Name: COY,CARLOS
Race: H
Sex: M
Age: 36
Maximum Sentence Date: 04-08-2047
Current Facility: POWLEDGE
Projected Release Date: 04-082047
Parole Eligibility Date: 10-07-2024
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Current Offense Data
Offense Date: 09-01-2001
Offense: AGG SEX ASLT CHILD
Sentence Date: 05-30-2002
County: HARRIS
Case No: 908426
Sentence: 45-00-00
SID Number: 04236244
TDCJ Number: 01110642
Name: COY,CARLOS
Race: H
Sex: M
Age: 36
Maximum Sentence Date: 04-08-2047
Current Facility: POWLEDGE
Projected Release Date: 04-082047
Parole Eligibility Date: 10-07-2024
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Current Offense Data
Offense Date: 09-01-2001
Offense: AGG SEX ASLT CHILD
Sentence Date: 05-30-2002
County: HARRIS
Case No: 908426
Sentence: 45-00-00
Thursday, May 10, 2007
RAPID RIC MAKES 3RD ANNUAL FORTUNATE 500
FORTUNATE 500
By Joe Gross
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
FORTUNATE 500 MUSIC
Susan Antone. Antone's, Help Clifford Help Kids, American Youthworks
Ed Bailey. KLRU, 'Austin City Limits,' Texas Hill Country Wine & Food Festival
Marcia Ball. 'Live! Down the Road,' Charity Partners of Austin, Hurricane Katrina relief efforts
Bavu Blakes. Music Entertainment Television, Whut It Dew Family
Mike Booher. Emo's, Zykos
Jim Butler. City of Austin
Amy Corbin and Charles Attal. Capital Sports and Entertainment, C3, Stubb's BBQ
David Cotton. Saxon Pub
Steve Dean. The Oaks
Max Dropout. Beerland
Cash Edwards. National American Folk Alliance
Lisa and Freddy Fletcher. Pedernales Studios
Larry Gatlin. 'Quanah: The Parker Family Saga'
Angela Gillen. Flamingo Cantina
Timmy Hefner. Chaos in Tejas
Frank Hendrix. Emo's
Theresa Jenkins. Recording Academy
Charlie Jones. Capital Sports and Entertainment
Bruce Kalmick. K&B Talent International
Marty and Mark Kamburis. Flipnotics Coffeespace, Satellite Cafe
John Kunz. Waterloo Records
Terry Lickona. Austin City Limits
Harold McMillan. DiverseArts
Paul Minor. Hole in the Wall
Casey Monahan. Texas Music Office
Tim Neece. UT Performing Arts Center
Tim O'Connor. Direct Events
Don Pitts. Gibson Guitars, Guitar Town
Dan Plunkett and Blake Carlisle. End of an Ear Records
Rapid Ric. The Mixtape Mechanic, Whut It Dew Family
Ruben Ramos. The Texas Revolution
Shawn Sides and Graham Reynolds. Golden Arm Trio, Rude Mechanicals
Iluminada and Hartt Stearns. One World Theatre
Craig Stewart. South by Southwest, Emperor Jones Records
Donya and Randall Stockton. Beerland
Roland Swenson. South by Southwest
Tosin. The Screw Shop
Bernard Vasek. Musicmania
Phil Waldorf. Dead Oceans Records
Steve Wertheimer. Continental Club
Annetta and James White. Broken Spoke
Graham Williams. Emo's
Constance Wodlinger. Music and Entertainment Television
Jay Woods. New West Records
Wendy WWAD. Black 13 Booking
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XL'S FORTUNATE 500: THE 2007 EDITION
Meet some movers and shakers who are changing Austin
Whether it's politics, music, educating our kids or making great food, these are the people out there doing it
By Karen Odom Spezia
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Change is good.
Except, it seems, in Austin. We're not big on it here. We like to Keep Austin Weird. Save Our Springs. Don't Mess With Texas. In other words: Keep things the way they are.
But like it or not, change is inevitable — and our thirdannual XL Fortunate 500 list is a study in just that. Like the social superstars it profiles, the list is in constant motion.
Since the 500 debuted three years ago, Austin's social climate has changed, too, having shaken off the pallor of the dot-com bust and the Sept. 11, 2001, terror attacks, and emerging with a sparkling new vibrancy. There are more events now. Shiny new faces. Looser purse strings.
But one thing that hasn't changed is the criteria for making the list: You still have to be one of Austin's social dynamos. You have to be out on the town. All the time. Schmoozing, boozing, lollapaloozing ... whatever it is you do to keep our town percolating. You don't have to be rich or famous — not that we mind — you just have to be dedicated to your cause. Whether it's politics, music, education or cuisine, you have to be one of its best cheerleaders. We're talking high-voltage, high-profile folks. Austin movers-and-shakers to the nth degree.
For those uninitiated with our XL Fortunate 500 list, it works like this: During the course of a year, we collect the names of Austin's top social citizens. The nominations come from a composite of resources, both inside and outside the newsroom, including readers who made suggestions through our online nomination form. Anyone is eligible, except forAmerican-Statesman employees and contract workers and members of their immediate families.
Because our town is so chock-full of eligible nominees, we're always left with the auspicious yet arduous task of whittling it down to 500 social units. Once that's done, the roster is divided into a dozen distinguishing categories — sports, arts, business, et al — with each nominee slotted under the heading that best recognizes their area of influence. Those who equally straddle several categories fall under the esteemed All-Star heading.
It's an impressive club whose membership changes annually. Social tides ebb and flow. Some nominees have held anchor all three years, and others have drifted out of the social limelight. Some have changed course, closing businesses or starting new ones. Some have married,and others divorced. Some, sadly, have moved or passed away.
Andy Warhol (who surely would've made our list if he'd ever lived in Austin) once said, "They say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself." Well, these 500 folks are doing just that: changing Austin's social landscape with their dedication and drive. And when you look at it that way, what's really so wrong with a little change?
In addition to the writers and photographers credited in these pages, the Fortunate 500 was compiled with help from editorial assistants Lauren Dimitry, Angela Grayson and Shannon McGarvey.
By Joe Gross
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
FORTUNATE 500 MUSIC
Susan Antone. Antone's, Help Clifford Help Kids, American Youthworks
Ed Bailey. KLRU, 'Austin City Limits,' Texas Hill Country Wine & Food Festival
Marcia Ball. 'Live! Down the Road,' Charity Partners of Austin, Hurricane Katrina relief efforts
Bavu Blakes. Music Entertainment Television, Whut It Dew Family
Mike Booher. Emo's, Zykos
Jim Butler. City of Austin
Amy Corbin and Charles Attal. Capital Sports and Entertainment, C3, Stubb's BBQ
David Cotton. Saxon Pub
Steve Dean. The Oaks
Max Dropout. Beerland
Cash Edwards. National American Folk Alliance
Lisa and Freddy Fletcher. Pedernales Studios
Larry Gatlin. 'Quanah: The Parker Family Saga'
Angela Gillen. Flamingo Cantina
Timmy Hefner. Chaos in Tejas
Frank Hendrix. Emo's
Theresa Jenkins. Recording Academy
Charlie Jones. Capital Sports and Entertainment
Bruce Kalmick. K&B Talent International
Marty and Mark Kamburis. Flipnotics Coffeespace, Satellite Cafe
John Kunz. Waterloo Records
Terry Lickona. Austin City Limits
Harold McMillan. DiverseArts
Paul Minor. Hole in the Wall
Casey Monahan. Texas Music Office
Tim Neece. UT Performing Arts Center
Tim O'Connor. Direct Events
Don Pitts. Gibson Guitars, Guitar Town
Dan Plunkett and Blake Carlisle. End of an Ear Records
Rapid Ric. The Mixtape Mechanic, Whut It Dew Family
Ruben Ramos. The Texas Revolution
Shawn Sides and Graham Reynolds. Golden Arm Trio, Rude Mechanicals
Iluminada and Hartt Stearns. One World Theatre
Craig Stewart. South by Southwest, Emperor Jones Records
Donya and Randall Stockton. Beerland
Roland Swenson. South by Southwest
Tosin. The Screw Shop
Bernard Vasek. Musicmania
Phil Waldorf. Dead Oceans Records
Steve Wertheimer. Continental Club
Annetta and James White. Broken Spoke
Graham Williams. Emo's
Constance Wodlinger. Music and Entertainment Television
Jay Woods. New West Records
Wendy WWAD. Black 13 Booking
-----------------------------------------------------------------
XL'S FORTUNATE 500: THE 2007 EDITION
Meet some movers and shakers who are changing Austin
Whether it's politics, music, educating our kids or making great food, these are the people out there doing it
By Karen Odom Spezia
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Change is good.
Except, it seems, in Austin. We're not big on it here. We like to Keep Austin Weird. Save Our Springs. Don't Mess With Texas. In other words: Keep things the way they are.
But like it or not, change is inevitable — and our thirdannual XL Fortunate 500 list is a study in just that. Like the social superstars it profiles, the list is in constant motion.
Since the 500 debuted three years ago, Austin's social climate has changed, too, having shaken off the pallor of the dot-com bust and the Sept. 11, 2001, terror attacks, and emerging with a sparkling new vibrancy. There are more events now. Shiny new faces. Looser purse strings.
But one thing that hasn't changed is the criteria for making the list: You still have to be one of Austin's social dynamos. You have to be out on the town. All the time. Schmoozing, boozing, lollapaloozing ... whatever it is you do to keep our town percolating. You don't have to be rich or famous — not that we mind — you just have to be dedicated to your cause. Whether it's politics, music, education or cuisine, you have to be one of its best cheerleaders. We're talking high-voltage, high-profile folks. Austin movers-and-shakers to the nth degree.
For those uninitiated with our XL Fortunate 500 list, it works like this: During the course of a year, we collect the names of Austin's top social citizens. The nominations come from a composite of resources, both inside and outside the newsroom, including readers who made suggestions through our online nomination form. Anyone is eligible, except forAmerican-Statesman employees and contract workers and members of their immediate families.
Because our town is so chock-full of eligible nominees, we're always left with the auspicious yet arduous task of whittling it down to 500 social units. Once that's done, the roster is divided into a dozen distinguishing categories — sports, arts, business, et al — with each nominee slotted under the heading that best recognizes their area of influence. Those who equally straddle several categories fall under the esteemed All-Star heading.
It's an impressive club whose membership changes annually. Social tides ebb and flow. Some nominees have held anchor all three years, and others have drifted out of the social limelight. Some have changed course, closing businesses or starting new ones. Some have married,and others divorced. Some, sadly, have moved or passed away.
Andy Warhol (who surely would've made our list if he'd ever lived in Austin) once said, "They say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself." Well, these 500 folks are doing just that: changing Austin's social landscape with their dedication and drive. And when you look at it that way, what's really so wrong with a little change?
In addition to the writers and photographers credited in these pages, the Fortunate 500 was compiled with help from editorial assistants Lauren Dimitry, Angela Grayson and Shannon McGarvey.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
DJ RAPID RIC'S PERSONAL MIXTAPE DETAILS
DJ Rapid Ric has a few months on his hands before he goes back on the road with Chamillioaire. With all that time he will be working on his new album and also doing mixtapes for those who are serious about their careers.
Here is the business…
For $3,000 you get:
1. Rapid Ric's intro
2. Rapid Ric mixing the whole cd
3. Ric's drops
4. On the cover it can say mixed by Dj Rapid Ric the mixtape mechanic
5. His logo can be on the front and the back at a certain size
6. If you can get me a deposit of $1500, I will lock you in and we will set a time for you to come to the studio to drop your groups vocals for the intro
7. Or Ric can just do an intro for $1,000
Ric is on a very tight schedule right now so, if you’re serious about your career, let me know ASAP... I’ve got day-to-day business, tour dates, the Whut It Dew album, mixtapes etc to take care of also, so I only have time for SERIOUS inquires.
You can reach me Tony-C, at atxtonyc@gmail.com or Axsel at mixtapemechanic@gmail.com If your interested hit me up and we can talk.
Here is a list of some of the mixtapes we are currently working on and have recently finished. Rob-G's (Latium/Universal), just finished Hustla E's out of Waco, Dougie D and Showtyme out of Houston, Mr. Pookie and Mr. Lucci out of Dallas, Cle'che out of Houston, Stinkaboo out of Killeen, Carnival Beats (producers for Big Moe, Mike Jones, Bun-B, Paul Wall) out of San Marcos/Austin/Luling, and many many more.
Thanks,
Tony-C
Here is the business…
For $3,000 you get:
1. Rapid Ric's intro
2. Rapid Ric mixing the whole cd
3. Ric's drops
4. On the cover it can say mixed by Dj Rapid Ric the mixtape mechanic
5. His logo can be on the front and the back at a certain size
6. If you can get me a deposit of $1500, I will lock you in and we will set a time for you to come to the studio to drop your groups vocals for the intro
7. Or Ric can just do an intro for $1,000
Ric is on a very tight schedule right now so, if you’re serious about your career, let me know ASAP... I’ve got day-to-day business, tour dates, the Whut It Dew album, mixtapes etc to take care of also, so I only have time for SERIOUS inquires.
You can reach me Tony-C, at atxtonyc@gmail.com or Axsel at mixtapemechanic@gmail.com If your interested hit me up and we can talk.
Here is a list of some of the mixtapes we are currently working on and have recently finished. Rob-G's (Latium/Universal), just finished Hustla E's out of Waco, Dougie D and Showtyme out of Houston, Mr. Pookie and Mr. Lucci out of Dallas, Cle'che out of Houston, Stinkaboo out of Killeen, Carnival Beats (producers for Big Moe, Mike Jones, Bun-B, Paul Wall) out of San Marcos/Austin/Luling, and many many more.
Thanks,
Tony-C
Thursday, April 19, 2007
DOWNLOAD ALL OF DJ RAPID RIC'S WHUT IT DEW INTROS!!!
Download all of them from the first Whut It Dew mixtape hosted Chamillionaire
The second one hosted by Bun-B and Killa Kyleon
The third one hosted by Trae
To the latest one hosted by Dj Rapid Ric and the Whut It Dew Family
Click here to download all of them!!!! Enjoy
WHUT IT DEW INTRO DOWNLOADS
The second one hosted by Bun-B and Killa Kyleon
The third one hosted by Trae
To the latest one hosted by Dj Rapid Ric and the Whut It Dew Family
Click here to download all of them!!!! Enjoy
WHUT IT DEW INTRO DOWNLOADS
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