8.15.2002

Letters to Celebrities #3

Dearest Nelly,


I’m having a tough time figuring out if your whole persona is another MTV /
media / record company produced image or if you are really that country.

“It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes”

Nelly, if you take a moment to look at the type of issues that are plaguing
the black community these days, pregnancy and sexual diseases, including
AIDS, among black teens is getting out of control. This is your ‘target
audience’. I say that lightly because we know around 80% of the people that
buy hip-hop (not sure if you’re included in that or not) are not black. So
you have a certain responsibility to maintain whether you like it or not.

I was at my family reunion a couple weekends ago and during the “talent
show” portion of the weekend, this cute little 5 year old girl said she
wanted to dance as her talent, so we found her a radio and turned it to the
black station and your song was on. Don’t you know this little thing was
shaking her ass and rubbing her little barely raised nipples like she was a
little video hoe. It didn’t help that her mom raised her hand in the air
and said “THAT’S MY CUT!!!” (she was the one with the stretched out Winnie
the Pooh tattoo, wearing dark sunglasses, inside) Luckily my aunt was near
the radio and cut her short before she took your lyrics to heart.

All I’m trying to say is that if you look at the current status of radio,
community cohesiveness, major label record company business decisions,
Michael Jackson, the obvious stratification of black people into a
marketable product rather than anything having to resemble talent, you will
see that you are a pawn of Clive Davis, Russel Simmons and LA Reidesque
proportions and you and the St. Lunatics should really consider your motives
and reprioritize if you want to have any sort of future career.

Just look at DMX…. *** crickets *** He will inevitable release an album
this year and it won’t go fool’s gold. Once you aren’t the ‘now’ thing
anymore, you will be brushed under the table stuck on your knees fighting
for space under some conference table to suck some executive dick. You
don’t want to go that route, so you need to release a rock album. Just
completely flip the script on ‘em. Cater to your ‘majority’ audience, sell
millions and hope the record company doesn’t pull a TLC on you.

Trust me,

-c

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