"The Heavens are your LIGHTS, your eyes your CAMERAS, your destiny the script.....ACTION!!!!"
Production Grustle
The Heavens are your LIGHTS, your eyes your CAMERAS, your destiny the script.....ACTION!!!!
All around creativity! Producing My Grind! Let's choreograph, script, direct, and produce a lifestyle!
It's the creativity, the adrenaline, the lights and the cameras. Your script is fresh off the printer and the stage manager is already telling you where to be! The choreography is beating through your chest "Come on, let's do it again, full out...5678!!!" The action on set is amazing! This is what I live for! Everyday, I work to make someone's life a lot more interesting, make sure I carry on that same drive the next day. Life is a movie, the streets are a stage, and my eyes are the cameras...see the world the way I see it!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Upcoming Reality Series (TEASER)
More to come......VEEEEERRRRRRRRRYYYYY soon!!!!!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
"Pumpk & Cham and Pai" by Spark-Flow Studios
So I have been telling you all about my older brothers' studio and his upcoming cartoon "Pumpk & Cham and Pai" and I am pleased to present the trailer for Season 1! Please let me know how it looks and if you would be interested in watching!!!
Happy Father's Day (with a shot of creativity!)
In celebration of Father's Day, I thought I would pull this old project out of the hat. Again, this was created for my old poetry corner Hyroglificks, and another co-host (Nick aka Koli Jackson) wanted to do this voetry piece for fathers day. So I still wanted to keep the creative theme going while honoring the fathers on their day, and this was the perfect thing.
(btw: voetry is a term we made up and started a trend....it's exactly what it sounds like, video + poetry = voetry. Poetry creates visuals with lyrics and colorful words, but it doesnt always paint the picture the artist wants in the audience's head, so we created the visual aid trend)
Happy Father's Day to all the Dads out there. Anyone can be a father, it's takes a little more to be a dad!
Written & Performed by: Koli Jackson (Nick Gould)
Directed & Shot by: Hydraulic (Justin T. Selby aka ME!)
Edited by: Rocky Mckoy
Friday, June 18, 2010
"Hydraulic"
For those who don't know, "Hydraulic" is my creative name, alias, alter ego, whatever you want to call it....but it's me! Here's a poem that I did explain where it came from.
I did this video as a promo for the poetry corner I was co-hosting a while back called "Hyroglificks" (no relation in names...just coincidence, LOL. I get asked that alot, and alot of people would actually call me Hyroglifick.......THAT'S NOT MY NAME NIGGA!!!! LMFAO! I digress)
Take a look and tell me what you think!
I did this video as a promo for the poetry corner I was co-hosting a while back called "Hyroglificks" (no relation in names...just coincidence, LOL. I get asked that alot, and alot of people would actually call me Hyroglifick.......THAT'S NOT MY NAME NIGGA!!!! LMFAO! I digress)
Take a look and tell me what you think!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
BATTLE!!!!!!
I did this promo video for the musical stage play "Junk Yard Kids" a while ago....I just like this video! LOL. Hope you enjoy it!
Downpour or Drought
I forgot I wrote this on my ipod….its been sitting there forever. Hope yu guys like it. Freestyle poem of me venting some emotions at the time, kinda old....but a creative moment none-the-less
(clears throat and steps up to the mic.)
My river runs deep.
My blood laced, eyes blind with waterlogged feet.
The Nile runs steep in this ocean called my soul. emotions flow endlessly to an end non-existant
…..but you do.
Here within the morning dew lay traces of the rain that once fell.
The story the drip drops tell
written in ink invisible to my trained eye.
I look to the skys for my blessings.
Curses birthed by the verses that we spit…
countless shit that we face erase any emotions and memories that were pleasant.
The very essence of us has drowned.
The sound of our wedding bells have crashed…
the only sound thats left is the drip drops on my window pane.
My pain is constant, my scars are permanant.
All because I asked for your love to rain on me
(clears throat and steps up to the mic.)
My river runs deep.
My blood laced, eyes blind with waterlogged feet.
The Nile runs steep in this ocean called my soul. emotions flow endlessly to an end non-existant
…..but you do.
Here within the morning dew lay traces of the rain that once fell.
The story the drip drops tell
written in ink invisible to my trained eye.
I look to the skys for my blessings.
Curses birthed by the verses that we spit…
countless shit that we face erase any emotions and memories that were pleasant.
The very essence of us has drowned.
The sound of our wedding bells have crashed…
the only sound thats left is the drip drops on my window pane.
My pain is constant, my scars are permanant.
All because I asked for your love to rain on me
Monday, June 14, 2010
Star Game Ent
Had a photoshoot with Star Game Ent (Star Game or Eat Glass!)
Ahem….anyway, My mans Audi and I gettin creative on set and comin up with some dope stuff! We also got some music done, which will be in the creation process very soon! In the meantime, check out our exclusive shoot!
Love Session
"WARNING!" - This poem is not what you think. Leave a comment and let's see who can guess what I'm ACTUALLY talking about
I'm in love with the things you do.
Between the subtle rolls of your hips to the rollercoaster ride dips makes every experience a world class trip. Ironically, I'm erotically addicted to your exotically exhibited anatomy. I'm not just talking about your body but the things you make me do.
Let the music play. Our romantic scene becomes center stage; I'm an exhibitionist baby, let's give on-lookers a display!
Let's merge into one being. Become a painter and let my body become your canvass scene, speaking in colors without words. We are two nouns doing one verb.
Lay flatback. Extend your extentions in seperate directions as I support all of your many positions. This love knows no bebediction. The peak of the movement hits as we reach the climax of our tango trip.
Riding the down beat...I've worked so hard I can see may heartbeat.
The music fades...time is at a pause
We're alone on stage...the "peeping Tom's" applause
My breath slows...settling my heartbeat...damn
I'm in love with the things you do.
Between the subtle rolls of your hips to the rollercoaster ride dips makes every experience a world class trip. Ironically, I'm erotically addicted to your exotically exhibited anatomy. I'm not just talking about your body but the things you make me do.
Let the music play. Our romantic scene becomes center stage; I'm an exhibitionist baby, let's give on-lookers a display!
Let's merge into one being. Become a painter and let my body become your canvass scene, speaking in colors without words. We are two nouns doing one verb.
Lay flatback. Extend your extentions in seperate directions as I support all of your many positions. This love knows no bebediction. The peak of the movement hits as we reach the climax of our tango trip.
Riding the down beat...I've worked so hard I can see may heartbeat.
The music fades...time is at a pause
We're alone on stage...the "peeping Tom's" applause
My breath slows...settling my heartbeat...damn
ON TO THE NEXT ONE!
So the play “Child Support Man” is finished….in Maryland anyway. The stage production has traveled to Atlanta for the next three weeks…and I aint going! lol, not that I wouldnt want to, but I have taken off work enough as it is for the play while it was in town. So now I’m in transition to continue writing these scripts, starting a mixtape, and developing these two reality shows (and whatever may come along in the mean time).
THE PRODUCTION GRUSTLE NEVER STOPS KIDDIES!!!!!!!
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