Weekly Update 12.15.o4
WASH U:
So we end our year with some good ish and some bad ish. On the low tip, the school only have us 36% of the budget we requested. On the positive ish, we aren’t gonna let that stop us. We are cosponsoring with local radio station to put on a Brother Ali show and tentatively a Main Flow show in February. We had a fun open mic that featured a blazing feminist piece that left us all enlightened and entertained. I’m going to make an effort to take over a few more student groups on campus to ensure that we can do shows at will next year.
Keepin it live in ‘05
Peace,
Yoni
URBANA-CHAMPAIGN:
UC HipHop Fundraiser party was a success and we raised about $170 ticketing a buck a head. Night was hype with four different DJs, MCs and b-boys reppin’ the stage and on the dance floor. Plans for next semester include: Album release party for liMbs, Al-iteration, Agent Mos and a few other Congress heads, production + MC workshops, film series and talks of an awareness week. When will discussion about the summer conference begin? We’ve got a few ideas and would like to see how other chapters feel about ‘em. Peace!
Victor Carreon
VASHON:
We finished creating our own Manifesto for our chapter. After that, we did an emcee exercise working on rhyming every word in our verses with either wicked or wild. We capped it off with the best cipher of the year—and last one before Winter Break—that went for a good 40 minutes. Over break we are gonna get together and watch Wild Style and Krush Groove at G’s house. When we come back, we start working on our mixtape and show.
Peace, Cortez
WEB UPDATES:
Check out the Haiku D’Etat album review from USC member Zach Franklin. There is also a great feature on the IU chapter and Aaron Berkowitz as they prepare for the 5th Annual Awareness Festival at IU in February.
We hope you have a nice and relaxing holiday season. If anything crucial comes up, we’ll let you know. Another year in the books for Hip Hop Congress…
Peace and Love,
Ron Gubitz
Hip Hop Congress
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!†—Jack Kerouac
