Charles Jones

Slumping Record Sales Are Good for Real Hip-Hop Artists

2007 was the year that the gloss, floss, and "status of a boss" image that made rap music so commercially successful in the early 1990s stopped impressing people so much. Suddenly, rap artists were forced to create real art -- or just hustle, hard -- to be heard.

Hip-hop, it seemed, was going out of fashion. It just wasn't cute anymore. Not after 'hood hero Michael Vick got caught dog fighting, and definitely not after we taught Don Imus to call the Rutgers women's basketball team a bunch of "nappy headed hos." The act had worn thin and consumers rebelled, deciding to go out and spend their money on better things than "Curtis," 50 Cent's latest album. Nevermind the prize-fight worthy hype for "Curtis" and a record sales war waged against Kanye West. By industry standards, the album was an utter flop, barely crawling past the 1 million mark. That's quite a contrast to the over 5 million sales on his last album.

This might have hurt 50's feelings -- and pockets -- had he not been making millions off of his "Formula 50" vitamin water venture, or his ever-popular G-unit clothing line. Because, you see, '07 was also the year of diversifying your game. Creating and finding more avenues for revenue was the mantra of the past year. That entrepreneurial spirit kept the game afloat in a time a when perpetually multi-platinum artists (multi-million unit pushers) had to scratch and crawl their way to gold (500,000 sales).

Rapper Jay-Z, who was also the president of Def Jam Records from 2005 to the end of 2007, started the year with a "back from retirement" album that was a critical and commercial flop, despite a marketing blitz that was the hip-hop equivalent of the "Spiderman 2" campaign. Undaunted, he returned to the studio months later to record and release a concept album and soundtrack to Denzel Washington's street hustler epic "American Gangster," which was received better by both critics and the record-buying public -- a shot at redemption he likely would not have gotten if he, as Def Jam president, didn't give it to himself. He's also co-owner of the New Jersey Nets, and is said to have just bought my favorite clothing line, Artful Dodger. Soulja boy, Hurricane Chris, Mims, and any other new artist with a hit would do well to follow these hustling examples.

But not all rappers are in it for the money. For years, Bay Area rap artists have been at the forefront of the independent music hustle. This has long been a region where one can be commercially successful and financially comfortable with a fan base of fewer than 50,000. For an independent artist, the money is quicker, more direct and more easily accountable, meaning that you can control your business with greater accuracy than most major labels. With the consignment deals most independent artists make with local record stores, they receive between half and two-thirds of the profits generated. Not to mention live shows, which are usually a major artist's bread and butter.

The risk in being an independent artist is higher. If you are not commercially successful, not only are you not making any money, but you're losing it. Not to mention the fact that your art will never be recognized on the same level as more mainstream artists -- so, no Grammies for you. But that is a small price to pay if you can sell one-third of 50 Cent's albums and still make big money. The Bay Area's E-40, San Quinn, Messy Marv, Tha Jacka, Keak da Sneak, Mr. F.A.B., Bavgate and Beeda Weeda are artists who, for the most part, have never been on a major label and are still eating fat. Some of these dudes own homes, and with Bay Area property values being some of the highest in the country, that should tell you something.

If major labels or mainstream America lose interest in hip-hop culture and rap music, it is of no consequence. In fact, this current recession in the hip-hop economy will be a good thing if it runs off all the rappers and potential moguls who only got into the game for the money, hos and clothes. In fact, it seems like recently hip-hop has retreated aesthetically and sentimentally back to the 'hood. Some of the biggest songs of the last half of 2007, like "Duffle Bag Boy" and "I'm So Hood" and even "Crank That," have been directly and definitively made for the 'hood. Artists are trying less to cross over into white America and more to gain respect and notoriety from people who look like them. And that is a beautiful thing because hip-hop first and foremost is a street culture and rap is street music. Maybe this will be the beginning of a new golden age: one where the culture controls, exploits, and owns its image and therefore directly reaps the financial benefits.

A Song Has Never Killed Anyone

Writing about the recent killings in San Francisco's Hunter's Point presents somewhat of a problem for me. I was basically born here and have lived here half my life. I shop at Foods Co., I eat at B&Js in the morning, and I wince every day on my way to work as the 15 bus rolls past the Mcplaything that should be a Tic Toc Drive-In.

So when someone does something or has something done to them, six times out of ten I know the doer and or the done/to.

Starvel Junious and Jarvis Baker, shot down in May, were my younger brother's childhood friends. Kenneth Gathron, killed in April, is a different story all together. His younger brother and I are like brothers ourselves -- we've been friends in the truest sense of the word since 1991. Joe and I have done nearly everything together and have thankfully lived to tell the tale.

So I know these people, and when they die I grieve, but when I pick up a newspaper and see their lives trivialized and read that they were "reportedly" vanquished over something as petty as who the premiere local rap act is, I get upset.

Then I hope to get the truth and expose it.

Now when the media report that Starvel's momma says he had no gang or turf affiliation, I feel an almost invisible hint of distrust, as if they would rather say or print that Starvell "allegedly" had no history of gang involvement. Well, she has a witness in me, and anyone else who knew him that the young star was no "gangsta".

It almost seems that no one wants to explore the real community issues surrounding the deaths, opting instead to simplify Starvel's killing and thereby nullify the positive aspects of his life. This lets police continue to generalize and "profile" low-income housing residents and lets a reporter make his deadline, both once again using the universal urban scapegoat, rap music.

Starvell died because the air in Hunter's Point is thick with fear and tension. Nearly any incident can end up with you losing your life.

And the notion that Kenny G. died in or in relation to any melee between Big Block and Westmob is ridiculous -- Kenny G. was from the Sunnydale projects a mile south.

I have to admit that before his demise he'd had at least three brushes with death by gunfire.

And I also admit that there are and have nearly always been warring factions within Hunter's Point. There is an antiquated "king of the school" mentality that has kept us from unifying as a community. Police believe there are about 20 other shootings and killings related to the recent so-called rap/gang-related deaths in Hunter's Point but it's been going on for far longer than the past few weeks.

People have been killing and dying over set-tripping since the late 1980s. And the music of the local rappers only reflects the territorial pride of the artist and his block or projects. It isn't a calculated declaration of war.

Local rapper 'C.l.e.a.n." has been in the studio with many local artists, some of whom the police may be considering as suspects in the recent slayings.

"Some of these fools is trippin," he says of local rappers. "Ain't none of them making no money. It would be stupid to beef over who sell the most records because ain't nobody buying.

"The market is so congested, you have to be the tightest out there for someone to pick you up if you ain't from the same hood or city for that matter."

And it's true. Anyone with the money for studio time can (and probably will) release an album. Rap has officially been dubbed "the new dope game" and has replaced basketball -- which requires practice, skill, and eight times out of ten at lest three years in college) as the poor man's get-rich-quick dream.

These days a lucky act can accidentally trip over a platinum plaque regardless of content or talent. And most artists see it as their only way out of their projects or off their block.

So the stakes are high.. And when the stakes are a little too high, sometimes you bet (and lose) your life.

Which is why this anger in Hunter's Point transcends the street and ends up on wax. Rap music is the product of the streets and can sometimes be mirror image of their ugliest side, but a song has never killed anyone. Not even a really bad song.

[Charles Jones is on the staff of YO! Youth Outlook, a publication by and about Bay Area youth published by Pacific News Service.]

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