Monday, April 5, 2010
Letter to the Entertainment Industry
Dear Fuckery Department or as the world prefers to call you the Entertainment Industry,
For years I have watched you flood the airwaves and televised broadcasts with more ignorance, re perpetuated stereotypes and less choice then in each of the years prior. Yes we know most of the stereotypes that we see in music videos are true: Black men are more oversexed then rabbits in heat on roofies and black women aren't any good other then being champagne urinals, but there is no need to overstate the obvious, just for the purpose of making people in the street reenact these stereotypes or have young white America believe the hood is a glorious place where every four blocks there are half naked women willing to take champagne being poured on them or that this is the land where drugs are sold and we celebrate by buying bigger cars and champagne to pour out on chicks. I mean that is how I live but white America doesn't need to know that.
Also as comics do we still have to play the shuck and jive roles as the sheisty person reformed from a life of crime only to help the good white guy?(Don't get me wrong I would love one of these roles. Don't confuse my moral compass with someone who refuses to sellout. Black America never bought into me anyway The clapper had more sails in the hood then my comedy CD)Is this the only way we can prove our value to the masses? Is there not one success story that can be considered funny and brilliant without the overuse of stereotypes.
I'm just saying this because I am concerned about your well-being. Your starting to look flabby and sick or as Tupac would say De-La Soul like. Your sales in music are down, TV numbers are dwindling and if James Cameron didn't just save your ass your movie numbers would be shit too. Its just that you don't try to find talent any more, You try to "Create Stars". Not only that you rehash old ideas that were great movies instead of coming up with Fresh new ones of your own. How many times can we see "Guess whose coming to dinner" or honor a movie where the only thing that can save a struggling black person is white people. I am just saying if you tackled race from a socioeconomic standpoint and classism maybe a better product would come across instead of refurbished ideals from the 1960's. Either that or you could have another "Guess whose coming to dinner" with Jackie Chan and also have a karate scene at the end where both parties would get there anger out and kiss and make up. Either Idea would be fine with me.
The other problem I was alluding to before i broke into the bad movie rant was the fact that you try to "create stars" instead of finding talented people and trying to mold them into celebrities. People don't buy rap albums any more because there aren't any good rappers. People don't want to continually see Shia Lebouf in movies because he can't act and Lady GaGa's music is average at best when you compare her to her predecessors. A pretty face may sell shampoo and other products but a true talent can be a voice of a generation, have the loyalty of their followers do whatever is told of them and your corporate dollars can manipulate them even more. But I guess most of these people have minds of there own so you can't manipulate them like the dimwits you mass market now. So Fuckery Department just glad you gave me a little bit of your time and continue to rape my pockets any time a Shia Lebouf movie or a Maino album comes out. Just keep in consideration that in 5 years nobody will pay attention to you at all. Sorry i didn't talk about you television but that is a whole nother letter in itself. Ciao.
Your Pal,
Kyle Bostic
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Changing Gears
Three years waited same shit different levels of the game. Nightly grinding no longer trying to make people laugh I am doing it. Trying to get that major break through but its just not happening. That gets frustrating so I can see how my contemporaries can turn to other things to hold at bay their discontent (I.e. Drugs, Women, wrestling) I though am all in like a bad poker player who thinks one hand can change his luck. I maybe broke now but wait till I lure you in with my ace bet card so you can smack it down with that network doesn't exist any more.
I am finding more and more that I have to do something different, that I have to change gears to be successful, but here-in lies my dilemma: I want success as Kyle D Bostic. I want to justify the open mics, the clubs that wouldn't allow me in their doors earlier in my career. I want to make the people who talk behind my back and I know who they are eat their words beg me for spots and stay cordial with them the whole time. I want to stay the course and be who I am not a carbon facsimile of me that introduced to the masses may initially be lauded but the long term payoff is not there.
How do I do that you ask? Easy I practice. I write day and night keeping my
creative juices flowing. I do the mirror work necessary to succeed. You know
fully dedicated myself to the craft I supposedly love.
Which is the juxtaposition of comedy. It is truly like a marriage when you put yourself all in it and determine yourself to make things work, their is still no guarantee that she won't go and fuck with someone less talented then you. Only this is who you are dedicated to while your parents/friends tell you how there are so many better opportunities out there. Your not listening your not ready your not looking for something that can give you financial satisfaction compared to inner peace. So basically what I am saying is comedy is a prom queen with a unmistakable and unenviable bitch/cunt mentality. I'll be OK though comedy keep fucking with Mike Epps, I still love you though. What can I say I am a glutton for punishment.
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