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The
Jailbird: Francisco Oliveira |
Unlike a lot of the sheepish residents of
South Beach who made their way out of town or simply abandoned
SoBe and attended downtown parties with dubious names like “Evacuation
Route” at Pawn Shop for Memorial Day weekend, this
intrepid journalist immersed himself in any and all things
Urban Beach Week-related. Even though there were
significantly fewer people than in previous years, I found
myself waiting in traffic, in awe of the sheer number of cops on
bicycles, and standing on the corner hollering at bitches.
Though I wasn’t wearing my Paul Wall diamond-encrusted
grill or a T-shirt that hung down by my ankles, they hollered
back. It was all good, mostly. I used lines from my favorite
Trick Daddy songs like, “Hoe you don’t know nann nigga
uh-uh/That’ll represent like me/Who’ll say some shit like me/One
who’ll lay the dick like me.” In fact, it worked so well I even
considered writing this whole column using only lyrics from
Trick Daddy songs. That would be too much, wouldn’t it? How long
could I possibly sustain something like that anyway? Though it
is true that I don’t know anybody “That’ll run off in yo
house/Put the gun off in yo mouth/Blow yo motherfucking brains
out,” I just don’t think it would be appropriate, at least not
without some sort of parental advisory sticker or something.
Besides, after a while it would get old and you’ll all start
saying things like “Ah hah, OK, whassup? Shut up!” I understand
you don’t want to hear it; maybe you’re not a fan of Trick. It’s
just that after a weekend that yielded 692 arrests, a couple of
murders and a shooting incident at a Wendy’s over chili sauce
(yeah, you read it right: chili sauce. The alleged assailant
wanted 10 packets of the stuff instead of the allowed three), it
might lead some to find a correlation between hip-hop, urban
youths and violence. Now, though it was only one tragic incident
that marred the weekend’s activities, the question still arises
— is it the music that breeds this violence when “I’m just doin
my thug thizzle, and I ain’t fuckin with a nigga/ [it just makes
me wonder] why they fuckin with a nigga huh? /I guess it’s part
of the strip, where you step out of line/get flipped out the
lip, fuckin ’round get killed.”
So are
we just supposed to accept it? Are we just resigned to let the
streets work it out? Tell me “…What a real nigga ’posed to
do/Get ghost and kill every bitch close to you?” I don’t know
the answer, but perhaps Trick said it best when he wrote that we
were all just “Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yea
ya’ll/Living in a city where thugs don’t live that long,
so/Sleeping in a home where only gangstas roam, all night
long and ah/Thuggin there for days wit my g’s and we pray, help
us Lord.” I do have one suggestion for those who think the
gun-toting images associated with gangsta rap are cool, and that
is to watch The Boondocks on Adult Swim and ask yourself
who you’d rather be: thug-lovin’ Riley, who only knows money,
hos and clothes, or the well-read, educated voice of reason,
Huey?
Pot
Deal Goes Bad for Latin Songwriter
The
urban music crowd wasn’t the only one that suffered casualties
this weekend. The wires reported that Latin music producer and
songwriter Estéfano, who has written songs for the likes
of Shakira, Ricky Martin, Gloria Estefan and Julio Iglesias, was
shot twice in his home Friday night by a man he identified as
his handyman, Francisco Oliveira. According to police, Oliveira
arrived at Estéfano’s Venetian Isles home a little after 11:30
p.m. to bring his employer of five years a bag of weed. Once
inside, he allegedly pulled out a gun and shot the
multimillionaire producer in the chest. He then ordered him to
lie face down on the floor and shot him again in the back of the
head just behind his right ear. He was taken to Ryder Trauma
Center, where at press time he was in critical condition but
expected to survive. The suspect is in custody but is not
talking to police. He is charged with attempted second-degree
murder. The reason for the shooting remains unclear. An added
mystery is why Estéfano, whose real name is Fabio Alonso
Salgado, called a friend before calling police.
Spotted
*Trick Daddy at
the release of DJ Khaled’s CD, We the Best, on
Saturday at Mansion
*Akon
in a black SUV outside of Opium on Saturday
*Busta
Rhymes celebrating
his birthday at Suite on Friday
*Lil’
Wayne at Opium
on Friday night
*According to the police, possibly Fat Joe, perhaps
witnessing a double murder that took place in the parking lot
outside of David’s Café II early Monday morning
*Local
DJ Efren Johnson, aka DJ Lil’ Bear, getting
arrested Sunday night on South Beach for carrying a concealed
weapon without a license
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