(The Reincarnation Of Phill Stroman)
Tha' Brand New Shit.
What's the deal, one and all! After a lengthy exile from the land of rap magazine bullshit, I have returned to write once more. This time around, though, it's gonna be a lot different. New format- no more magazines for me. Instead of dealing with magazine editors and deadlines, Iíve decided to take it straight to the people via the world wide web. This way, I can say just what I want to say, when I want to say it, how I want to say it. Mark my word, the internet is gonna really change shit in the coming years. From the way you get your music to the way you get your information. Iím still a novice, but with the help of my man Mhat (whoís hosting this site and hooking it up quite lovely) Iím happy to be a part of this new revolution in hip hop.
Another change will be in the content of the column. Last time around, when I was writing for Rap Sheet, each column was pretty much centered around just beats. This time, now that my chains have been long removed, I plan on doing a lot of freestyling- just writing about whateverís on my mind at the moment. Donít worry, beat freaks, thereíll be more than enough info on digginí to keep yíall happy. But it feels good to know that I donít have to stay just on that one topic. I love beats but I also love current hip hop, old school hip hop, blaxploitation flix... fuck, if I wannaí talk about how Allen Illy burned the Spurs for 46 the other night I can do that too now! Yeah, seeing my shit on newsstands all over the world was cool and all, but nothing beats total freedom. (And Iím STILL worldwide anyway!)
I got a lot of letters from people after I disappeared from the pages of Rap Sheet wondering where Iíd gone to. Most assumed that Iíd been canned. Let me take this time to clear that up, for those that donít know the deal. I was NOT fired from Rap Sheet! If anything, it was a mutual decision for us to part ways. What happened was that I was getting tired of doing the column and I told them so. I was asked not to leave, seeing that World Of Beats was the most popular column in the magazine. So I decided to stick it out for awhile, until they started getting lax about paying me on time, even though they wanted me to meet my deadlines. After not getting paid for a few months, I started sending the articles in later and later. Finally, the last one I sent in was REALLY late, and also written in a kindaí sarcastic manner. So I never sent them anymore columns, and they never sent me all of my money, and that was that. End of story.
But, from all bad experiences you must be able to find the good in them. So rather than dwell on the negative, Iím thankful for being given the opportunity to be published in a national magazine doing a column on beat finding, which was a dream of mine. Iím also thankful to have met so many people who really appreciated my work- to this day I STILL run into people who say things like "Youíre Soulman? Oh, shit! I used to read The World Of Beats every month! That was the only reason I even bought that cheap ass rag!" That alone means more to me than any of the money that I never got paid by Rap Sheet. Iíve also made a lot of good friends and acquaintances from the experience, so itís cool.
The only regret from my stint at the Sheet is that I didnít get to say goodbye to the readers whoíd been following the WOB religiously. So let me take this time to say thank you to everybody who was checkiní for me back then and hopefully if youíre reading this youíll be checkiní for my new internet incarnation in the future, Ďcuz I plan on blaziní yíall once again!
What have I been doing for the past 3 and 1/2 years, you ask? Well, I got married just as I was leaving Rap Sheet. We bought a house in the summer of 1997, converting the basement into a hair salon for my wife and half of the 2nd floor into a pre-production studio & record library for me. I started selling records to all of New Yorkís top producers at the Marc Ballroom record convention. I made a couple of under-underground 12"s with Soma (the second of which did fairly well, getting a lot of play in Philly and some in NY as well). And Iíve been selling a nice amount of Archaeologists Classics and Soulman World Of Beats tapes all over the world. Best of all, my wife is expecting our first child in April Ď99, so everything has been going very, very well.
People have asked why I havenít gotten with another magazine. Well, I did get a few offers, but after the whole Rap Sheet thing I havenít been interested in writing again unless it was for my own publication. Now with the internet, I donít even need a magazine! Damn, life is good!
What to expect in the coming months: interviews with beat collectors, producers, underground and unsigned rap acts, you name it. Iíll interview any damn body who I find interesting, I donít care who! Expect the unexpected. By all means, if you have something hot that you think I might dig, send it to me!
One of most peopleís favorite feature in my old column was the "This Monthís Beats To Catch" segment. Making up top ten lists happens to be one of my favorite things to do- I donít know why, maybe Iím David Lettermanís illegitimate black son. Anyway, youíll be seeing a lot of crazy ass lists in the all-new World Of Beats from now on. In fact, letís set it off right now with one.
INSIDE THE SOULMAN'S EARPHONES (SHIT I'M FEELIN' RIGHT NOW)
1) BEATNUTS: new (heard on the internet)
2) YUSEF LATEEF: The Eastern Sounds Of... (lp)
3) AM FM: You Are The One (12")
4) CELEBRITIES CLUB RAPPERS CONVENTION '80 (old school tape)
5) ARCHAEOLOGISTS CLASSICS #81 (beat tape)
6) WILLIE TEE: (lp)
7) OC SMITH: For Once In My Life (lp)
8) CONMEN 3: (cd)
9) KEN SPORT: (beat tape)
10) JAY Z: People's Court (? heard on the radio)
11) PHIFE DOG: Men Are Dogs (heard on the internet)
Okay, thatís it for now. Just a taste of whatís to come, so get ready. It might be a wild ride back to the World Of Beats, but letís do this! Just like back in the days, you can send any tapes, records, promo shit, love letters, or whuteva via snail mail to: SOULMAN, Box 12323, Philadelphia, PA 19119. Now the new shit: just click on the little green words that you are about to read and you can e-mail the Soulman! Wasnít that easy?
Until next time... PEACE!