Grown man and his ice cream...

I've come to find out that in between rapping, snacking, going to school, snacking, writing poetry, snacking, eating, and the occassional shower, Kray-z K is a regular in the Rite Aid ice cream department. We set up a sting operation to catch this snacking beast of a rapper in the act.

After following him all day through multiple drive-thrus, donut stores, and drive-thru donut stores, we caught up with him at the Rite Aid on the corner of Central and Philadelphia in Chino.

We knew that he had an addiction to these frozen sugary treats but had no idea that his flavor of choice is.........

RAINBOW SHERBERT!!!

For all of you that don't know... I am happily married

Here are some photos from the wedding.



I love you Janine!!

Will

Land of the Hobos (snippet)

Here is a sample of a track that I'm working on. Produced by Curtiss King. Let me know if you are feeling it. It's pretty much about where I'm from (Ontario) and where I live (Pomona).... "The Land of the Hobos."

Proto

My Godson... I'm praying he can still have kids

So on October 17th my wife Janine and I went with my best friend Juntao and his wife Trisha, to take their son Jayden (my Godson) to the pumpkin patch at Montclair Plaza. It seems as if Jayden is a little confused on which way to position his body when sliding down a slide. Instead of sitting upright or laying on his back, like the rest of humanity, he decided to slide down on his stomach (and balls), legs first. Jayden, you need to learn the proper way to slide.



I know you can't read, nor comprehend the seriousness of putting that much pressure on you baby makers, but.... I want some grand-godchildren. Holla at me when you learn how to talk.

Uncle Will

Smoke Out.... Weed and Music... Only Music for me

So on Satuday, October 24th I worked as assistant FOH (front of house, engineer) on the Indonesia stage at the 2009 Cypress Hill Smoke Out. Sounds like a prestigious position, as the FOH is incharge of the sound that leaves the stage and hits the ears of thousands of concert goers, but as assitant well let me give you job description:

*Answer the phone (from stage engineers to us at FOH)
*Get Coffee
*Make sure the security is not letting anyone in our station
*Get Coffee
*Run messages to the stage engineers (literally run) through thousands of people
*Get Coffee
*Pass tape, cd's, and whatever THE MAN needed to him.
*Get Coffee

It was fun though. I thank THE MAN (Patrick Mundy) for allowing me to be of assistance. Between getting coffee I learned a lot. Besides my lungs about to fail because of all the smoke inhalation, it was a super fresh event and I met a great deal of VERY influential people.

The Nerve of this FRESHMAN

So I had my first midterm in Music Theory this morning and decided to show up to class early to study. I got there about 30 mins early and chilled out, played the piano and studied. About 10 mins after I arrived, a classmate showed up (I have no idea what his name is, nor do I really care to find out). We greet each other, he sits down, and he.... FARTS!!! Loud as Hell (just imagine Hell to be loud for.. well... for imaginative purposes). He says "excuse me" and just puts his head down on his desk to take a nap before class. I don't know about the rest of humanity, but when I have gas, I fart outside (ALONE), or in a VERY crowded room (that way I could act like it was someone else and say "Damn.. somebody smells like *beep*"). I tried to take a picture of the guy but my camera kept making noise as I snapped the photo, so I took a video. THAT IS THE BASTARD RIGHT THERE. Not the Black guy, cuz that's me.


Note: At the end of the clip he's zipping up his Trapper Keeper. Wowzers!

bas⋅tard  /ˈbæstərd/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [bas-terd] Show IPA –noun 1. a person born of unmarried parents; an illegitimate child. 2. Slang. a. a vicious, despicable, or thoroughly disliked person: Some bastard FARTED RIGHT NEXT TO ME in class. b. a person, esp. a man: The poor bastard broke his leg. 3. something irregular, inferior, spurious, or unusual. 4. bastard culverin. –adjective

Fried Catfish attempt ends up scarring me for life...

So the first picture is of my younger brother Derrick in my kitchen fryin up some catfish. I sat the sidelines taking notes on his preparation, choice of seasonings, and technique, knowing that ONE day I too will make some fried catfish.

That day came. I was all amped to make my wife some fried catfish and rice. I had all the same ingredients, remembered exactly what he did. I could almost taste it while I was getting it all ready to rock. I wash out the pot and put it on the stove. Poured in the oil. Set it to boil. About 2 minutes later it kinda spit up at me a lil so I turned the range down.

Fish is all prepared and I drop it in the oil. As I'm walking by the stove to the fridge, this bastard of a meal explodes and shoots oil over 15feet up our walls, the whole kitchen, and yes.... half of my body.

Apparently I was SUPPOSED to dry the pot before I put the oil in. I guess boiling oil and water don't mix?

Catfish fail.



The worst part is.. it smelled so good minus the added aroma of burnt flesh. Ohhh and my wife had to clean the kitchen for like 2hours while I bathed in ice water and Aloe Vera. I love you baby... Next time its going to work.

I PROMISE

Proto

First Midterm of the Quarter....

Finished!! I just took my first midterm this quarter in my Classical Music class at Cal Poly Pomona. For all that do not know, I'm a Music Industry Studies major with an emphasis on Music Business. It was pretty easy. I'm saying in hope that when I get it back it will have an A on it. I don't know how I would feel about getting a bad grade on it after I publicly celebrated its simplicity.

On another note, I found it rather weird to overhear my professor ask "where's the party at?" to one of my classmates. Maybe it isn't that odd since we are all adults, but partying with your teacher? Idk. Not my cup of green tea latte. Your thoughts?



Holla.
Proto

Favorite Person..... well for today

Born in the city of León, Guanajuato on May 19, 1982, Ricardo Mireles......
Well just Wikipedia the rest. Cuz I didn't know that mofo back then.

But...

In 2004, while on the way to see the release of Napoleon Dynamite at the Irvine Spectrum, my boy P-Mac received a phone call from a former Univision recording artist, asking us to come to their studio in Chino, Ca. While I was super amped (not really) to see Napoleon Dynamite, we cancelled our plans to go to La Movida Records instead (mainly because P was promised that this could lead to him being featured on a major release).

And then...

When there, I heard countless times "Pro, you gotta meet my boy Ricardo. He has mad flow" (and apparently he was meeting us there). Being the cocky MC that I am, I was like "bring this chump cuz ain't nobody could rap like me." I think I probably said that verbatim.

And then...

The bastardo showed up. The homies introduced us and asked him to freestyle. I always hated when people asked me to rap on the spot as if I were some pull-my-string rapping puppet, but he did anyway. And dude was pretty fresh. I didn't know what the *beep* he was saying because it was all in Spanish, but I knew by his flow and confidence that he could rap.

And then...

We lost contact for a lil while but reconnected in 2005 and finished his first mixtape L.A. Redencion Vol. 1. Shortly thereafter we completed his first full release, Antidepresivo. With that we did some pretty serious touring (well for an underground act). I am so thankful that he allowed me to go and be his hypeman. IN SPANISH!

I'm super grateful for this. Not only did I learn a lot about performing vicariously though him, I learned a new language and was introduced to a new culture.

And then...

Well we've been family ever since. Family picnics. Holiday dinners. Shopping sprees at Amoeba. I get the honor of hanging out with his wife Yesly and playing Ninja Turtle and Cars with his son Yohsel Elijah.

And if you didn't know...

Ricardo Mireles aka Redencion (Redemption) is also the designer of all of our crew's (the Urban Poets Crew) merchandise. Dude is pretty fresh and very selfless. After a long day of work for a prestigious design firm in Pasadena, he still makes time for us. Designing our flyers, album covers, webpages, banners etc. into the wee hours of the night. All this for a thank you.

So...

I thank him. For all of his contributions to our careers in music, but most importantly for being my brotha.

Peep his music here www.myspace.com/redencion

Love and Respect,
Proto

PS. Don't battle this man if he has one sip of an alcoholic beverage. Trust me it won't be a good look. My boy gets too personal. You might get a "You're a baby MC. I feel bad when I beat ya. I remember in '06 when your chick got gonhorria." Not a true story by the way... but you get the point. If it were true. He'd say it.

Love you bro.

Hip Hop is not dead, it's gay! No Homo.....

My wife's friend stumbled accross this video on worldstarhiphop.com. If you aren't familiar with the "No Homo" disclaimer this video explains it all. This is not meant to be anti-gay, a gay bash, or homophobic. It's just ridiculous how far RAPPERS or any "testasterone-driven overly masculine" males go to make sure that whatever seemingly "gay" thing they say is in fact NOT GAY.

This *beep* is too funny. Please leave a comment if you like or dislike it.

Proto or Will.

Street Sightings posted by Janine

"Why is there only one word in Spanish? Only in Pomona...." -Janine

I encourage everyone to post their submissions as a comment on this blog. Or email me a photo and a caption to cm.prods@gmail.com

Thanks,
William

Street Sighting of the Day 10/20/09

So me and my lil brother MC Mega were walking the streets of Downtown Pomona and came across this sign in the window of Casa Jimenez (a Mexican food restaurant). Please note that the sign reads "Open 20HRS."

It's obvious that business is slow. Enough for them to have to not only NOT be open 24 hrs on Sunday anymore (hence "Sun" Blacked out on the sign), but too slow to have enough extra income for them to buy a new sign. Or maybe they like having the flexibility of being able to easily make the restaurant open 24hrs by simply removing the 8.5x11 "0" over what was once a four......

You be the judge.

Please Comment and POST your funny Street Sightings HERE!!!!

Proto

A Blessed Night

Thank you for everyone who came out to Urbane Culture. It was definitely a successful and moving night. There were a lot of first time visitors and performers. Hopefully they all were inspired enough to make Urbane Culture their home away from home (well for 2 hours, every other week).

Special thanks to BSU at Chapman University for having a presence here tonight. In-Q put on a good show for his feature and EVERYONE seemed to leave happy and enlightened.

Unfortunately, now it's 12:30am and I have to get to studying for my first exams in my Classical music class on Wednesday and Music Theory on Friday.

Pray for me.

Urbane Culture TONIGHT October 19th @ 8:00pm

Please come out to Urbane Culture tonight. Urbane Culture is a spoken-word poetry open mic held every 1st and 3rd Mondays at The Bakery in Pomona, Ca. It ONLY costs $3 to attend. Come to share your art, be inspired, relax, and to meet new people in a positive environment. Musicians welcome.

As for the scenery.... Urbane Culture is held at The Bakery, a small venue in the heart of Downtown Pomona's historic Art's Colony. The inside is decorated with paintings, candles, beautiful people, and bean bags and pillows to sit on.

Here is the address:
Urbane Culture @
The Bakery
370 S. Thomas
Pomona, Ca 91766
951-733-4259

Street Sighting of the Day

Today's Street Sighting of the Day award goes to.....



My wife and I were in Chicago on business and decided to stop at a pancake house for breakfast and saw this. Kool-Aid on tap? What the *beep*?

This raises a lot of concerns:

- I wonder how consistent the sweetness is from day-to-day

- Did they in fact bring in a Kool-Aid specialist to mix the perfect balance of powder, sugar, and water?

- How healthy or unhealthy is this? Isn't it the law to have the nutrition facts posted in restaurants?

If so... would it look like this:

If Carlos makes it 150 cal./per serving
If Mikey makes it 200 cal./per serving
If Hakeem Deronovan Blackwell makes it... well you are soon to be diabetic.

HOLLA!!

Good Poet

THE PREFACE

So being a host of an open mic and a National Slam Poet, I get the honor to meet and befriend a lot of talented poets/musicians. Unfortunately this isn't always a good thing. Often times I get the great pleasure of finding out that these people aren't always all they are cracked up to be and often times live they life in blatant contradiction to how they put themselves out there in their art. It's truly a sad story and it's hard to appreciate someone's beautiful art when in fact, they are a *beep* hole in their everyday life.

So... when something affects me a great deal (positively or negatively) I usually write about it. This is what came up.

THE POEM

“Good Poet”
By: William “The Prototype” Bissic of the Urban Poets Crew

I love your poetry
Your words, they inspire me
Your position enlightens me
But I don’t wanna know your real name Good Poet
Because I’m tired of being deceived
And often times I believe, that you are the same in the streets
As you are in your piece, so please
I don’t wanna know your real name Good Poet
Cause you talk a big game, but you walk a bit lame
But your words, they inspire me
I just wish they’d inspire you
See you have the power to make an atheist, God-fearing
Or the God-fearing, agnostic
You could talk a gay man straight, or your girlfriend Bi
Because of some weird fantasy you wanted to try
Your words they inspire me
But now the inspiration is distant, and your poetry, fiction
I’ve seen your true colors and you’re colorful
But truth, truth’s missing
I WISH I NEVER KNEW YOUR REAL NAME GOOD POET!
But your words, they inspire me
Your position enlightens me
But so does Aesop, and well, Aesop spits fables
But at least with Aesop your able to decipher truth from make believe
While you make us believe your piece on peace is a piece of you
When your piece is just a piece of who you wanna be, and that’s just for the time being
You’re no poet, you’re a storyteller
A magician like Penn & Teller, but with words
With words you’ve made doubt disappear
With words you’ve made dreams reappear
With words you’ve made YOU appear like a piece of what I wanted to be
I WISH I NEVER KNEW YOUR REAL NAME GOOD POET!
Cause with every truth, a lie is revealed
And with every lie, a truth is concealed
And these damn stage lights make it easier still, to see only what you wanna see
A Good Poet minus their hypocrisy
A Good Poet unflawed and inspirational
I WISH I NEVER KNEW YOUR NAME GOOD POET!
But your words, they still inspire me
Hopefully they’ll inspire you
To be who you appear to be
A Good Poet

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Thank You

First off, I would like to thank all of you for visit my blog. For all that don't know me, I go by The Prototype. I am 1/6 of a music, art, and poetry collective by the name of The Urban Poets Crew. The other members are:

MC Mega - www.myspace.com/mcmega1
Redencion - www.myspace.com/redencion
Jynxx - www.myspace.com/jynxx909
eDuBB - www.myspace.com/edubbupc
SuperB - www.myspace.com/superbupc

and mine:
The Prototype - www.myspace.com/prototypicalmc

So..... here's a little about me.

I am a newlywed who lives in a work/live loft(ish) commercial building in Downtown Pomona, Ca. My wife Janine is an admissions counselor for Chapman University. Together we run our venue "The Bakery" in Pomona hoome of Urbane Culture a spoken-word open mic held every first and third monday of the month. We also host Hip Hop shows and rent our venue out to various promoters to use as they please (as long as it's still intact after their event).

When I'm not working on promoting shows at our place, I work as a studio engineer for C&M Productions which is also on our property (3-in-1 like a copy/fax/printer). And when I'm not working in the studio, more than likely I'm at Cal Poly Pomona working on my Bachelors in Music Business. Yes, I'm a busy man and still find time for my wife and cat Bandi.

Bored yet?

Hopefully not. I plan to use this blog to give you a little insight to the behind-the-scenes life of a working musician, not just as shameless promotions for product that you might not give two *beeps* about. :)