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Dash on fire

Dash TC-5 from New York is on fire, read what he have to say about biters (from his blog @12oz)


After more than a few exhausting conversations with friends and fellow bloggers, I have finally decided to do the unthinkable. I am going to post some graffiti flicks online.
This may not sound like a big deal to most, but in my case it is. For the last 15 years or so (the amount of time I have used the internet), I have prided myself in the fact that I have NEVER sent a flick in to a magazine, nor posted a flick online.
However, don’t get too excited, unlike many of my homeboys, I won’t be posting anything new or exclusive right away.

See, I’m from the days when if kids wanted it that bad, they had to take time, come to New York, search, travel through the hood, then risk robbery and bodily harm in order to obtain flicks our shit, then make it back home in one piece.
I feel that those who went through the trials and tribulations of documenting the scene and surviving, might not be so willing to whore out their hard earned photos of other people’s work online to the masses, but I could be wrong.
I find it outlandish that nowadays, kids get cyber-props for posting flicks they didn’t take of a writer’s work whom they don’t know, and have the nerve to watermark them and even complain if that flick gets “stolen” and reposted by others.

Not to mention that this quagmire enables every arm-chair “writer” (and I use that term loosely) in Cyberia to collect every flick ever posted of their favorite writer and crew, and then rape that dude’s style with no remorse, run it into the ground, and collect pats on the back and kudos from other HERBS on Flick-R and 12 Oz for biting what you did 5, 10 and 25 + years ago, meanwhile, they’re not down with your crew, don’t live in your neighborhood, didn’t go to jr. high with your cousin, never seen your piece in person, THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU. They are from 3,000 miles away, yet these kids are more up on your style that you are. They bite and call it “Influence”, they play dumb and when they get called out on it, they get their feelings all hurt and call YOU a hater. WOW, what ever happened to self respect?
I embrace technology as much as the next guy and in fact my career requires it, but this is what happens when you take the predator out of the food chain. The internet, by replacing the excitement (or horror, depending on your status) of live interfacing with other writers, has unquestionably contributed to the demise of writing culture. Without the checks and balances of yesteryear, “Toys” today are running rampant. In the name of instant “style gratification” and the rush of fake props from others of their generation, otherwise insignificant “writers” today are using the web build a false image of themselves, and steal from the legacy that the rightful owners are still trying to defend.
“Get your hand out my pocket”!

All the maturing, self control, bigger fish to fry, and political correctness in the world can’t make you react to a situation like this any better.

With that said, I have also realized that I can’t control what is leaked onto the internet by others, or what suckers do with those images once they are posted. So instead of continuing to have arguments with anonymous 12 oz pussies, and kids in other time zones and hemispheres, who’s skinny necks I most likely will never get my hands around to wring, I have devised a “DIABOLICAL SKEME” to use the internet as a damage-control tool to somewhat empower myself and my crew. As an experiment to put to the test the good faith of my peers who believe in the internet, I have started to compile flicks of my pieces from whatever websites they already exist on and I am planning on re-posting them in one location, where they can be properly documented, labeled, categorized, commented and elaborated upon.

If I wasn’t so stubborn I would have heeded to good advice and done this a lot sooner. Special thanks to Mare, Keo, Sye and Raven.

Stay tuned…

Posted: 10. April 2010  Posted By: admin  Tags: , , ,