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September 24, 2007

Mr. Untouchable vs. American Gangster

The recent New York Times article on Jay Z and the movie “American Gangster”
has got everyone talking.

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/20/arts/music/20jayz.html?_r=2&
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I was on the courtroom set of “Law and Order” when I read the article.
I called Damon Dash, who is working with us on “Mr. Untouchable” and
was Jay Z’s former partner at Roc-a-Fella records. He had just recorded
an intro to the mix tape by Hi Tek for our film which is opening on October 26th.
Damon had seen a preview of “American Gangster” and he felt it was
good but didn’t really capture the Harlem he grew up in.

“I hope American Gangster is this season’s The Departed,” I
said. “But it’s Hollywood make believe. We got the real thing!!! How
could Jay Z not realize that?”

“He’s from Brooklyn Marc,” Damon answered.

Now I realize Damon and Jay had quite a bitter falling out. Their feud is an eerie
echo of the competition between Mr. Untouchable, Nicky Barnes, and American Gangster,
Frank Lucas, as noted by a perceptive blogger on Missinfo ( http://www.missinfo.tv/?p=287)
last week. The battle between the heroin kingpins of the seventies and today’s
hip hop moguls is all about power, ego, respect, and legacy. It is fascinating
that Jay Z has been inspired by the Frank Lucas story and Damon has been obsessed
with the Barnes story for years. Today’s successful hip hop entrepreneurs
recognize they are some how connected to yesterday’s drug kingpins. It’s
the story of Godfathers and sons.

In this case I’m obviously biased, but Damon is the one keeping it real
while Jay Z, who I admire, seems to have been inspired more by Denzel’s
portrayal and Ridley Scott’s direction, than the facts about Frank Lucas.

Frank Lucas was from South Carolina and had a crew known as the “country
boys.” He may have had a heroin connection in South East Asia but he was
not the man. He was not the business innovater who vertically integrated the drug
market and changed retail marketing with the “New York quarter.” He
was not the man who organized other New York kingpins into a syndicate called
“the council.” He was not the man who declared independence from the
Mob. He was not the drug dealer who the President of the United States saw on
the cover of the New York Times Magazine and then demanded be busted. He was not
the black godfather. Nicky Barnes was.

Why did Hollywood make a movie about Frank Lucas? Good question. Damon says that
a few years ago he pitched the Nicky Barnes story to Denzel Washington and Denzel
said he would never play a rat. So let’s get something straight about this
snitch debate. Frank Lucas was a snitch way before Nicky ever cooperated. He was
busted and cut a deal to save himself and testified for the government. Now Nicky
Barnes also flipped and ended up testifying against his former patners in the
Council and many others. But unlike Frank Lucas and more recently Sammy Gravano,
Barnes did not snitch to get out of prison. He did it for payback.

Now obviously Barnes, the Council, Frank Lucas, another kingpin of the era, Frank
Mathews, and many others, all sold heroin, an illegal drug that caused much destruction
and devastation. But this discussion is not about right and wrong. It’s
about the myth of the gangster as the way from urban poverty to a piece of the
American Dream. It’s about who controls the street- the ethnic succession
from the Irish, to the Jews, to the Italians, to African Americans.

Now two giants of the hip hop generation, Damon Dash and Jay Z, are leading the
way back to the source - the birth of the black gangster myth. Each has his own
take. Now it’s time for everyone else to join the debate.

Filed under: Mr. Untouchable, Everything — blowback @ 8:39 am

September 7, 2007

fall offensive

citizens of the blogisphere,

greetings - we here at blowback productions are excited to join the wild, wacky world of web commandos, guerillas, artists, provocateurs, politicos, media marauders, and various other subversive souls surfing this next wave - here’s the latest on our fall offensive - our newest film, MR UNTOUCHABLE opens on October 19th - CAPTURED is being finished in the next week and will have its first sneak preview screening September 20th. We are also in the process of developing a groundbreaking docu-reality series, “Brick City.”

But the US Open still has a few days left so we will wait to officially launch the fall offensive till next monday evening when we rally at the Kinz, Tillou & Feigen Gallery at 529 W. 20th Street for the Clayton Patterson Lower East Side preview reception.

Until then enjoy the first poem inspired by Mr Untouchable (see below entry)

Take the ball on the rise and keep it open

avanti

senor11

Filed under: Everything — admin @ 12:32 pm

THE DANCE OF MR UNTOUCHABLE

by J.C. Louis

“Nicky had a bleating lamb,
It’s soul was white as powdered snow,
But everywhere that Nicky went,
the Lamb was bled — it dare not go.”
– “Rules and Procedures”
Paragraph 6,
“The Dance Protection Program”

Nicky Barnes  “danced” harder  than his rivals,

Faster than the cops,

More sweetly than the smack itself.

More sharply than he smiled,

More wildly than he fucked.

Whiter than his teeth

Darker than his curly ’stache –

More shiny than his jewelry.

He supplied what the dance demanded –
the corporate shuffle,
the ghetto jab,
the Harlem Rope-a-Dope.

He witnessed all
and protected nothing –

You can’t kid a Kidder
and he was the biggest Kidder of all.

Deception, yes
Betrayal, yes –
No one saw them coming –
because they did not watch Nicky’s dance.

He witnesses no more

but dances still –

as he can do no other.

His empire gone,  he dances.

His network,  sundered — by his own hand –

he dances.

We see his like in darkened clubs,
They take the floor in fresh clean shirts,
Pants pressed so neatly.
Slow they start — the beat rises.

Upper bodies straight, the feet move
the body follows –
faster than the eye can manage in the shadows –
faster still than words travel
in the sound, in the loudness,
in the mix, in the turmoil.

Nothing is concealed in this Dance of Deception

The Dance is all that remains of Nicky’s
whirling wheel–
Energy is conserved here,
And Dark Energy conserved — absolutely.
Of gravity defiant,
the Dance seizes the Dancer.
Protected from on high,
Empowered by the Higher Ups,
he grins through sweat and reigns with a
vengeance

unrepentant, un-reconstructed, addicted.


Filed under: Mr. Untouchable — admin @ 9:56 am