Before I start this, bare in mind, in life there are two types of folk. Folk that are straight to the point, and those that waffle on long after the audience become suicidal. I'm the latter. So unless you've got a few minutes of your life to throw away, I'd suggest not reading. If you're still reading now, then nice one, you're just as bored as I.
Anyway, recently, I've been completed a few things in my life that've made me reconsider my future. I've had a few TV bits and bobs which have been nice, and I've finally started to get my Hipster song written & recorded after a years messing about. I've collaborated with fellow YouTube Chip n'all, which is something I've always fancied a pop at. So it's all going smoothly in the JaackMaate world, I even won £5,000 the other week, but that's neither here nor there.
I guess I'm kind of writing this blog to have a free moan - in a way. A moan at those who lack drive and determination. Now, I'm a lazy cunt at the best of times, and I ain't gunna' sit up on any high horse and pretend I strive to do my best 24/7, because 23/6 I'm usually watching porn or getting Mushroom's tattooed onto my leg. However, I am going to have a little pop at some of the idiots from my home city of Norwich. I keep seeing these two-bob-job 'rap artists' who 'spit bars' in their bedroom and claim to be the 'next big thing'. Now, unless the 'next big thing' is selling ketamine to school-kids round the back of a Shell garage, then I can't see their words materialising much further.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm all up for 'starting at the bottom', and all that shit. I mean, I didn't get my 114,228 subscribers (not that I'm counting) overnight. I had to earn them with constant material over the past two years. I also ain't disregarding the kids ambition to make rap, and speak their soul in these webcam recordings, that's all well and good, if you're into that kind of shit. But it's these pricks, who constantly blame their lack of success / effort on their upbringing. I understand some of 'em might of had a proper shit Mum, or a Dad who preferred a bottle of White Lightening to a trip to White Heart Lane. But nonetheless, isn't that more of a reason to not be a fucking waster? In constantly moaning about their parents shit attitude to life, they're ironically living life with the same I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude. That's never a winner.
Anyway, recently, I've been completed a few things in my life that've made me reconsider my future. I've had a few TV bits and bobs which have been nice, and I've finally started to get my Hipster song written & recorded after a years messing about. I've collaborated with fellow YouTube Chip n'all, which is something I've always fancied a pop at. So it's all going smoothly in the JaackMaate world, I even won £5,000 the other week, but that's neither here nor there.
I guess I'm kind of writing this blog to have a free moan - in a way. A moan at those who lack drive and determination. Now, I'm a lazy cunt at the best of times, and I ain't gunna' sit up on any high horse and pretend I strive to do my best 24/7, because 23/6 I'm usually watching porn or getting Mushroom's tattooed onto my leg. However, I am going to have a little pop at some of the idiots from my home city of Norwich. I keep seeing these two-bob-job 'rap artists' who 'spit bars' in their bedroom and claim to be the 'next big thing'. Now, unless the 'next big thing' is selling ketamine to school-kids round the back of a Shell garage, then I can't see their words materialising much further.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm all up for 'starting at the bottom', and all that shit. I mean, I didn't get my 114,228 subscribers (not that I'm counting) overnight. I had to earn them with constant material over the past two years. I also ain't disregarding the kids ambition to make rap, and speak their soul in these webcam recordings, that's all well and good, if you're into that kind of shit. But it's these pricks, who constantly blame their lack of success / effort on their upbringing. I understand some of 'em might of had a proper shit Mum, or a Dad who preferred a bottle of White Lightening to a trip to White Heart Lane. But nonetheless, isn't that more of a reason to not be a fucking waster? In constantly moaning about their parents shit attitude to life, they're ironically living life with the same I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude. That's never a winner.
Imagine if 2Pac didn't bother because his Mum made him walk home from school?
I reckon' all these kids who want to become something - not just rappers. Comedians, painters, fucking brickies... anything, would become what they want to be, if they just stopped blaming their standstill life on other shit. "Where I come from" - is another excuse. A lot of lads around Norwich moan about the city. The city is the reason they'll never do well in life. FUCK. OFF. Norwich is a hub of musical energy. The amount of colleges and schools that specify in music alone is huge. The amount of local pubs, clubs, bars and open-mic venues can't be counted on your fingers and toes. Norwich is huge for talent. Look at Jake Humphreys, Greg James, Stephen Fry, and even ol' Delia. They're earning a few pennies.
You've only got to have a look at my cousin Frankie (Franko Fraize), he's from a little town outside of Norwich called Thetford. Famously regarded as a shit-hole by everyone bar those that live their. Alright, the place itself might not be Vegas, but the close-knit Thetford community is something to be admired. They don't have a quarter of the resources that a big city like Norwich has, but they get on with it. Franko's getting his music out, and on the telly / radio. Despite working a 9-to-5, his remaining hours go into his two little'uns, his other half, and his music. How life should be. After speaking to him a few times recently, it's apparent how proud he is of his family, and his hometown. He never slags it off, or blames the fact he ain't got a double-platinum album on it. He embraces it, and is doing the opposite - putting Thetford on the map. So when these little dickheads around me, post their 'rap bars' and blame their idle lifestyle on everything bar the fact they're just lazy cunts - I get a bit irate.
I guess as cliche as it sounds - but anyone can literally be someone. Just as long as you're not a proper nobhead.
So yeah, stop reading this now, and go do something you love.
Because if you "find a job you love, you'll never have to work a day in your life". - Confucius.
You've only got to have a look at my cousin Frankie (Franko Fraize), he's from a little town outside of Norwich called Thetford. Famously regarded as a shit-hole by everyone bar those that live their. Alright, the place itself might not be Vegas, but the close-knit Thetford community is something to be admired. They don't have a quarter of the resources that a big city like Norwich has, but they get on with it. Franko's getting his music out, and on the telly / radio. Despite working a 9-to-5, his remaining hours go into his two little'uns, his other half, and his music. How life should be. After speaking to him a few times recently, it's apparent how proud he is of his family, and his hometown. He never slags it off, or blames the fact he ain't got a double-platinum album on it. He embraces it, and is doing the opposite - putting Thetford on the map. So when these little dickheads around me, post their 'rap bars' and blame their idle lifestyle on everything bar the fact they're just lazy cunts - I get a bit irate.
I guess as cliche as it sounds - but anyone can literally be someone. Just as long as you're not a proper nobhead.
So yeah, stop reading this now, and go do something you love.
Because if you "find a job you love, you'll never have to work a day in your life". - Confucius.
- Jaack.