Friday, 13 February 2009

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Friday, 6 February 2009

Jim Jones Pleads Not Guilty


Harlem rapper Jim Jones pleaded not guilty on Wednesday to beating up a friend of hip-hop star Ne-Yo in the Louis Vuitton store on Fifth Ave.
"I'm trying to stay away from this building," quipped the "Pop Champagne" singer as he emerged from Manhattan Criminal Court after being arraigned.

Jones, 32, downplayed the misdemeanor assault charge stemming from the Dec. 22 fisticuffs with Jayvon Smith. "It's what you call an expensive inconvenience," said Jones, wrapping an arm around his lawyer, Scott Leemon.

Jones was freed without bail pending a March 24 court date.

A law enforcement source said a surveillance camera caught Jones "hitting and kicking" Smith in front of Ne-Yo.

Smith, who has sued Jones for $7 million, says he was punched in the face, "causing redness, swelling and substantial pain."

An ongoing dispute with superstar rapper Jay-Z prompted Jones to attack Smith, whose brother, Ty Ty Smith, is Jay-Z's road manager, the source said.

Leemon scoffed at the charges against Jones and accused Smith of looking for a payday.

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Tuesday, 3 February 2009

Spin Magazine Features Charles Hamilton


Usually when someone says, "Music should be as free as water," it's safe to assume they don't make music for a living (or pay for water). Charles Hamilton is one exception. Since he signed to Interscope nearly a year ago, the Harlem-bred, stylistically scattershot producer/MC/singer/blogger has put more than 70 tracks online gratis. Label honcho Jimmy Iovine even gave him his own imprint, Demevolist, on which to release The Pink Lavalamp, an oddball-soul album that Hamilton made when he was a heroin-abusing teenager.
"We have a mutual understanding, which is that I'm not here to do what your conventional artist does," says Hamilton, now a clean-cut 21-year-old who favors Sonic the Hedgehog T-shirts. Clarification: He's expected to release an album this year, it may involve Pharrell, and it will be sold -- for money.
When the new album does arrive, it will follow a busy year. First, there was "Windows Media Player," the groovy track featuring the twinkling sound of a PC booting (over which Hamilton raps his blogspot address). Then, in the three months before Lavalamp dropped in December, he released on various music sites seven mix tapes that sampled everyone from Björk to Staind. He dubbed his campaign "the Hamiltonization process."
"That was like an M. Night Shyamalan film -- even the slightest sneeze might mean something bigger later on," he explains. "You really need to pay attention to everything in order to fully understand me."
Or you could read his frequently updated website, where, for example, Hamilton chronicles how the songs on Lavalamp, a moody album heavy on '70s R&B samples, are about being depressed. "That was my dropped-out-of-high-school drug era," recalls Hamilton, who grew up in a strict Christian household (his mother wanted him to become a gospel musician or a minister). "It wasn't a very fun era."
His life, he says, is considerably more "monkish" at present: His days are almost entirely devoted to writing music in his Westchester, New York home, which he affords...how exactly? "I ain't a rapper," Hamilton says, "so I'm not spending my money on stupid shit."