Text Productions
“I weave/ a web of words so intricately/ that the English dictionary lacks/ an adjective to fit me.” -Brother Ali
Textproductions is moving headquarters in the beginning of 2008. There is this thing I have to do with the music there. Peace out and much love to the bay, which has taught me everything I could ever need to know about staying behind the scenes on the scene. Mad respect to “mi carnal” d funk; don’t ever stop rising. To E. da boss for kicking me in the ass to write more. To the Bayonics for letting me hone my craft and lending their support to my little ass website. Thanx to the Mission and Soma, El Faralito after two, the Rockridge BART station and the entire 415-510-707. You can’t imagine how much fun I’ve had.
The new canvas for my debauchery is Las Vegas, kids. The 702. A new state, new music, and most importantly, new money. I won’t stop writing, and it is my hope that the talent I follow will have you check some new myspaces and see some different scene. …Y’all have followed me this far, why not just a little further?... … A backpack kid shines brilliant like Las Vegas boulevard…
It's simple, really.
Music reviews from studio to showcase, venue and club reviews, even restaurant information and our personal favorite, the real life section.
The music culture in the San Francisco bay area is our general ed., with a major in hip hop and its expansive sub-cultures. The bay area is a big place with a lot of music... and public relations (P.R.) is a revolving door.
Text productions.
It's easy, really.
Exposing people (including ourselves) to a different part of a bigger picture as often as possible. Exposing smaller music to more people who need to hear it.
“This situation’s gotten out of control/
with all this stress and confrontation/
I just might overload”
-lyrics born
Good evening ladies and misters. My name is j.charles and I lead the show here at text productions, a textbook on the exercise and preservation of journalistic freedoms.
This place, this port in the F.C.C storm is not meant to impress. It will not earn recognition from anyone with letters after their name; will not earn me a good grade or favor from anyone who has the capability of endowing me with a large salary. This place is for me, you and all who choose to follow. A place where the journalist is still free from editors. Free from headline writers. Free from red tape, early mornings, bad coffee or false pretense. A place where I can use pseudonyms and the seven words you cant say on radio.
The body and text on the following pages is the product of extraordinarily late nights, a limited income and a sprawling dream. The product of a mind with much time to learn and far too little time to recover. It’s raw, full of grammatical errors and editing wet dreams, but it’s mine. And yours. Think big, get it big is my motto. After all, someone has to tell stories.