B.YONEST has a QUESTION: WHO’S TO BLAME for LACK OF MUSIC SALES??

I’m asked that fatal question at least 10 times per week. Who is responsible (or to blame) for the lack of album sales? Is it the Internet? Is is the Record Labels giving less money for marketing? Is it producers deciding their beats and sounds are worth 150,000 dollars per track? Who is RESPONSIBLE for leaking songs 2 months before they are due to release? Someone in Eminem’s camp “stole” some songs, released them on the Internet and leaked ‘em early. It happens to ALMOST every artist in today’s Industry. If you’re an Independent Artist the chances are lesser, but you’re records not going to get any radio, television or mainstream love if you Independent anyway. Thus, who is to blam for album sales being @ their ALL-TIME low? we ALL ARE..

Basically what happened was this….. Record labels thought puttin one hit on an album was cool. Singles were diminshing from the shelves of Circuit City, Media Play and Meijer’s across the world. Most artists only have one or two GREAT records on an album and lables were making an excrutiating amount of money shooting one video, releasing one song and selling MILLIONS of copies. Fortunately (depending on who’s side of the fence you’re on here), the market smartened up. They refused to pay 15 dollars for two good songs. Albums sales began to diminish by the second, Itunes came out and began to sale “singles” again, record labels began to leak songs hoping it would entice album sales… NOW, we’re here; stuck in an uphill battle between artist, comsumer and label owner. UH OH!

The next question is how do we fix such a juncture? First and foremost, artists need to STOP GIVING MUSIC away for free. You people are eroding the concept and principle of creative expression. If we continue to GIVE IT AWAY, the consumers will continue to REACT as if it SHOULD BE FREE. We are just as much to blame as the consumer is. Imagine if we all went on strike until we got paid what we righfully deserve? NO MUSIC? Producers, stop being ridiculous with the cost of your creation. We all understand you’re the most AMAZING people in the world, but you may miss an extremely talented artist because he/she/they didn’t have 200,000 dollars for production. Seems poiintless to me.

Every form of Entertainment seems to continue striving forward as the Music Industry worsens by the millisecond. More and more “acts” keep surging from the nooks and crannies of every city, metropolis and town, WORLDWIDE. Until someone figures out how to prosper (which really means we all need to finally come together.. artist, promoters, producers, label owners, a&r’s, etc) again, it’s going to continue to get worse waaaaaay before it’s get’s better. Hold on and enjoy the ride, people! AL HAIL!!

ANONYMOUZ!!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY B.YONEST!!

Today, July 14th, is rapper, entertainer, celebrity, B.YONESTs’ birthday! Happy Birthday to you MR. YONEST! We here @ “THE ENTERPRIZE” wish you the happiest day and many happy days to come!

You fit the perfect example of a Cancer. Center of attention, whiny, emotional, full of drama, outspoken, but AMAZINGLY HANDSOME and FUN TO BE AROUND… #HOLLAWONIMO!!

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MY name iz B.YONEST and…. I banged MEGAN FOX!! Chapter III

You know that feeling! That “I’m going to pass out or piss my pants right where I stand,” feeling? Yeah, well I didn’t have THAT. I had that “You’re a fourteen years old boy and your grandma just caught you beating off in her bathroom and makes you clean it all up as she watched,” feeling. Utter Stupidity, I felt. I did AT LEAST seven double takes in four seconds to reassure myself that I was standing in front of Megan Fox.

“Uhhhh, Uhhhh, I, I, I, I guess you could kinda say somethin’ like that,” I said back to her.

This wasn’t really happening right? I wanted to pinch or bite myself, wake up next to Nikki Hilton, vomit on my clothes and start this shit all over again. My breath was the worse it had been since I lost a dare in fourth grade and had to eat my friends, cousins’ dog shit. Terrible story for another day! My hands were as palmy, sweaty, shaking and I was STILL INEBRIATED.

“Yeah, I remember you for sure. Me and my friends watched you dance for like 10 minutes straight. I wanted to come dance with you, but I was with my guyfriend and I didn’t want it to be all awkward and shit. I’m Megan by the way.” (as if every fuckin’ human, alien and asshole didn’t know her.)

CONVERSATION WITH B.YONEST “TO” B.YONEST starts NOW!!!!

“Seriously? MEGAN FOX watched you dance, B. This is the most amazing experience you’ve ever had B. Please don’t fuck THIS one up. Your luck with girls is TERRIBLE and… Just pleaase don’t fuck this one up. You won’t be able to explain to your friends…. Wait did she call Brian Boston Bean her “guy” friend? Why didn’t she say boyfriend?”

“Because he’s not my boyfriend,” Megan said as she brought me back from my personal (but obviously broadcasted) dreamworld. I had just said ALL OF THAT OUT LOUD. She heard ever word. The “don’t fuck this up” The “Brian Boston Bean.” She heard it ALL. What an ass I’ve made of myself to the City of Santa Monica, today. Trippin’ in the street, pickin’ up weed, stealin MY backpack BACK from the bums and calling Megan Foxs’ “guy friend” Brian Boston Bean to her face. ASS HOLE!

“What’s your name,” Megan asked as she reached out to shake my hand. Normally, I kiss the hand of every girl I meet for the first time. Just a sign of respect and appreciation for women, period. There was no way in the WORLD I could shake, touch or kiss her hand right now. What the kcuf was I to do? My first “interaction” with Megan Fox and this is what I look, smell and feel like?

“I’m B,” I gasped as I shook her hand with extreme reservation. I wanted to kiss it more badly than any hand I’d seen in my LIFE, but I froze up. I was scared to leave the scent of another womans’ vagina on her, truthfully.

“B, huh? Does that stand for anything in particular B,” Megan asked. I was really exchanging in normal conversation with kcufin Megan Fox. I forgot how badly I wanted to bang her. I completely lost sight of the fact I was scrambling like chicken with his head cut off to find her just 30 minutes ago. I was chillin’ at the gym, talkin to Megan Fox.

“Yeah it stands for B.YONEST. Real name is Brian (I felt Megan Fox deserved my real name), but everyone calls me B. You can call me B DOT if you want,” I told her with a confident grin.”

We exchanged small talk (I wont bore you with all the details like me gazing at her sweaty cleavage every once in a while or me beginning to envision BEING  the sweat running down her cleavage, etc), laughed a bit more about me vomiting in the parking lot. She asked if I was new to Los Angeles and what I was doing in the “City of Angels.” Truthfully it was pretty boring conversation besides the fact her nipples were rock solid, my penis to follow and I could feel my stomach churning with excitement and slowly, but surely more vomit was creeping up my throat.

CONVERSATION WITH B.YONEST “TO B.YONEST PART II

“You cannot, will not and refuse to puke in front of Megan Fox. Get it together B. Your knees are gettin weaker! B, get a drink of water from the fountain. B, don’t do this B. B! B! B!”

The next thing I remember,  I was lying on my back, there were blurry faces of different colors surrounding me and I didn’t have my glasses on anymore. It was warm and the room was spinning. I could feel something on my forehead, but I felt too weak and embarrassed to reach for it or give a shit.

“You alright man,” Jason asked me as he began to lift me up. I passed out cold, PEOPLE. Fainted right in front of Megan Fox. We shared great convo, sweat together and I passed out!

“Yeah I’m good,” I responded to Jason as if I hadn’t just fainted in front a gym packed full of people. Not quite the statement I was looking to make! I slowly walked over to the water fountain, held onto the sides of the fountain dispenser (to give myself something to balance on) and sipped some water. After a few HUMONGOUS, thirst quenching gulps I looked into the mirror above the water fountain and noticed a blurry, yellow “Post-It” stuck on my forehead. I slowly reached up and grabbed the note with sincere confusion.

“Sorry I had to bail, babe. Enjoyed the laughs. Call me, B. Heart, Megan!” the note read. A ten-digit number surrounded the perimeter of the note. I was a note, NO THE NOTE, from Megan Fox. I put the note in my left pocket, walked downstairs into the locker room and took a shower.

“It’s only Noon and I’ve had the best day of my life,” I said to myself as I washed my nut sac. I may have dropped trees in the street, forgot my I-Pod, puked on my clothes, stole my backpack from homeless honky’s, chased Brian Boston Bean through the Promenade (like an asshole), brushed my teeth in Caucasian pubic hair and passed out in front of Megan Fox. BUT, I got her digits. Don’t remember when or how, but I got ‘em.

I didn’t bang Megan Fox that day either obviously, but tune in TOMORROW.. We’re gettin closer!

TO READ CHAPTER II part 2  (click here)

TO READ CHAPTER IV (click here) – SOON stay tuned…

DISCLAIMER.. “This story is a COMPLETE act to practice my poetic license.” PLEASE DON’T TAKE IT SERIOUS, TRUE, FALSE or anything else. JUST READ IT AND LAUGH!! — B.YONEST

B.YONEST has a QUESTION.. are YOU “REALLY” G.R.I.N.D.I.N?

Do YOU wake up in the morning, check your facebook stats (as they GLOBALLY rise by the minute), write a blog entry or TWELVE about celebrities (such as Lindsay Lohan, Steve McNair or YOURSELF), write a song or FOUR (with incredible production from ALL OVER THE MAP, USA), hop on twitter and notice people left you messages while you were sleeping (because you’re that fuckin amazing), read a passage from a  wonderfully written book (the title i REFUSE TO GIVE AWAY because there’s a GREAT DEAL of biters in the game…), write a few log lines, script lines, edit video, sip your coffee and check the clock ONLY to realize it’s not even NOON YET? IF NOT, you’re not G.R.I.N.D.I.N.!! I’M NOT CALLIN PEOPLE OUT.. I’M TRYIN TO IMPROVE YOUR GRIND.

Every human in the flippn’ world utilizes the phrase “grindin” IT’S ANNOYING as shit. It’s almost as bad as people walkin around screamin Michael Jackson songs off their balconies when they were saying he was a rapist, felonious and this was just eight minutes before he died. I’m JUST SAYIN… Stop sayin’ you’re GRINDIN. Every song, interview and corner store vendor claims they grindin’. SOME OF YOU FOOLS are WORKIN’… I HATE to be do blatant, but OPEN YOUR EYES, face REALITY and live in it. I appreciate EVERY PERSON who works, hustles, bustles, tussles and muscles their way win in the door. GRINDIN’ is WAAAY DIFFERENT, MAN.

Grindin is BREATHIN’ what you do. Grindin is HAVIN THE BALLS to jump off the cliff for your shit when NO ONE says you can or should. Grindin is wakin up at 5am only because you know your business partner USUALLY gets up @ 6am or so. When you get to the computer to check your emails, your business partner has already sent you four emails about Sponsorships, upcoming shows and Website updates. NOW, THAT’S GRINDIN.. Challenge ONE ANOTHER to GRIND, people.

THIS IS THE WORLD OF “Don’t talk about it.. B.(YONEST) about it.” Words definitely help in the development of an idea and the creativity of the concept, but DO IT! Again, this is only to help y’all. Always. I would much rather you NEVER tell me what you’re going to do and just do it, first. I’m still a sucker for this one because I have soo many ideas floating, I want to publish them to the world. THATS NOT GRINDIN, B.YONEST. GRINDIN is doing the research (after the concept is developed), creating a pre-production copy of the concept (people dont understand what’s in your head.. THEY NEED THE VISUAL.. I’m just SAYIN), re-fining your pre-produced project, making it PERFECT and RELEASING IT TO THE WORLD. Thus, THE B.YONEST INVAZION IS GRINDIN’.

I HOPE all of YOU take this article as a challenge step up your “GRINDS.” I work hard to keep mine and an all time high. I know when I’m asleep, SOMEONE is awake and working on something I SHOULD be working on. SO THOSE OF YOU GRINDING, stay on it because it challenges me. THOSE OF YOU, NOT GRINDING…. UHHHHHHH!! THOSE OF YOU who dont know what grinding is, SHOULD read this article over and over until you understand the necessity of (what we here at B.YONEST ENERPRIZES like to call) GRIND MODE! ALL HAIL

ANONYMOUZ

ps. i grind so much, I FORGET TO EAT!

B.YONEST NEWZ: “THE REMIX KING” releases more remixes “FAMOUS on FACEBOOK” (4)

B.ANONYMOUZ – “THE REMIX KING” wrote over 200 remixes.  He is releasing remixes/mixtape songs for his “FAMOUS on FACEBOOK” campaign on his FaceBook FAN PAGE. 

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Over the past weeks he released:

• RING the ALARM vs. ONE THING “MASH..”
• GLAMOUROUZ remix – B.ANONYMOUZ (feat. FERGIE and LUDACRIS)

and NEW SINGLE:

• STACK IT HIGH – become a  FAN of the SONG 

You can also follow B.YONEST on TWITTER (click here)

673 FOLLOWERZ and climbing…  itz gettin silly on here…

“HOLYguacamolePEPPERchuckinSILLYwillyWONKERdoodle!!!”

GLAMOUROUZ remix – B.ANONYMOUZ (feat. FERGIE and LUDACRIS)

CLICK HERE for GLAMOUROUZ remix

Be SomeBody remix – B.ANONYMOUZ (feat. FortMinor and Lupe Fiasco)

CLICK HERE for B. SOMEBODY remix

Stack It High – B.YONEST

B.YONEST: Stack It High

Produced By: SkyZ MuZiK

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MY name iz B.YONEST and…. I banged MEGAN FOX!! Chapter II: PART 2

I sprinted into the street and gathered my sac of trees. Yes, the sac of trees that got ran over by a bus, three minivans and a fat lady with a cart. Why she was in the street? I DON’T NOT, but she was. It smelled like tar, tire and fat roles, but it was the only tree I had left. My dealer was still sleeping and he lived in North Hollywood (NO-HO) which is somewhat of a far drive. Basically, if I didn’t save that eighth of trees, I was kcufed until the afternoon time. Weed dealer time, 9pm or so at best.

I walked into the Habib’s and ordered a 5 pack of grape Cigarillos. Habib noticed my sunglasses were crooked, my bag was dangling from my shoulder and my breath smelled like Nikki Hilton had a fight with Honky Love.

“Long night or did you get robbed in the alley,” Habib asked with the accent like that of the man with the red dot on his forehead. You know, Habib. (pronounced habeeeb)

“A little bit of both,” I whispered, trying not to get too close to him.

I knew what I felt like and looked like. I didn’t need reiteration from Habib’s stankin’ ass. Not to mention, I was in a hurry because I KNEW Megan was in the vicinity. She had to be. I sprinted outside and ran around the corner back into the Promenade. I searched left, I gwaked right. I jogged north toward Santa Monica Blvd and paused. I looked into Starbucks, No Megan. I walked over to the food court and looked McDonald’s, Subway and the Chinese spot I can’t pronounce for shit! No Megan. Where the kcuf was she? There is no way in the World Brian Boston Bean was in Santa Monica without the hottest woman in the Universe.. I searched the Promenade for 15 minutes, looking for those two assholes, but to no avail.. No Megan.

I figured getting eerrffed was the only thing to do. I walked back to the truck and twisted up a bleeder. Zak was laying in the truck, bouncing  video from the day before. The tour of the Playboy Mansion. We received the ultimate happy ending  there. The drinks @ Fred Segal with Chelsea “Lately” Handler. She’s our homie and I love to motorboat her boobs. This was all yesterday. Yes, yesterday. We’re borderline, the coolest human beings on…. EARTH, I guess. Yeah, EARTH!

“I’m going to the gym bro. For the second time, I mean. I need to shower and my balls are stuck to my leg from last night. I don’t know whether it’s Nikki or the fact I danced and sweated for 3 hours.”

Probably both, I thought to myself. Dapped Zak and was back on Ocean Blvd, walking toward Santa Monica Blvd. When I arrived @ Equinox, finally, Jason “Ari” Paulino was at the front desk. He’s a great friend of Zak and I. He pulled the ULTIMATE strings for us when we arrived in Santa Monica that intimidating first day. He swiped my card and gave me that “I know what you did last night, but we can’t talk about it now” look. Jason’s a completely different specimen at work. No eye contact! Handshakes, ONLY! Short conversation! Just the night before, we were… Well, I wont put him on blast. Moving on!

The Equinox locker room is one of the most comfortable, home warming locker rooms I’ve seen. I “YONESTLY” love that place. Next to LifeTime Fitness, it’s the best gym in the UNIVERSE. the whole UNIVERSE. Towels are clean, Showers are hot and NORMALLY everything is alright. Today was a different story. The locker room area was the biggest pigsty and smelled like forty five unshowered Habib’s. There were pubic hairs all over the sink area. No, not “face shaving pubes.” Those short, little curly pubes from some Caucasian dudes nut sac “pubes.” Today wasn’t my day. The Megan Fox God’s were DEFINITELY against me and I forgot my flippin’ I-Pod in This Thing. (our promo vehicle for the newbies and jack asses No I-Pod during my workout is like “wearing a condom during sex.” WHO DOES THAT??

There was NO WAY I was walking back to “This Thing.” I wanted to workout, shower, shave my balls, get dressed, get my coffee, smoke again and KEEP IT MOVIN.

“Fuck it, I’ll go workout,” I whispered to myself as I angrily walked towards the stairs which led me to the dreadful workout floor. Jason made eye contact with me again and rolled his eyes, seeming to disapprove the drunken slumber, but he understands. I’m a super star who smokes weed, gets drunk and bangs Megan Fox. He was just bitter because he loves Nikki Hilton and to find out she “may” have a certain scent to her private area made him ill, unfortunately.

I walked to barbell area to start with bench press. Every bench was taken. I went to the dumbbell section and thought I’d start with incline bench. No 30’s, 40’s or 50’s. What the kcuf is this? Now the Megan Fox God’s and the Workout Angels are both against me. I wanted to leave so badly, but nothing had gone right this morning so I WASN’T giving up on this one. I grabbed a medicine ball, lied down and started doing crunches. Who the kcuf starts their workout with crunches? The dude who came to the gym late, forgot his I-Pod and is too drunk to talk to normal humans. After 22 crunches, I got up, threw the medicine ball on the rack and said “Fuck it, I’m leavin.” I stumbled towards the water fountain to wash the dehydrated taste of sushi and Jim Beam from my mouth.

“Hey, aren’t you the boy who was @ Villa last night dancin’ you ass off ’til you puked in the parking lot,” a sexxy, low pitched voice said in my left ear.

I looked to my left and seven feet away from me, LOOKING RIGHT @ ME was none other than……. Megan “Foxy Megan” Fox.   Showtime!!!

DISCLAIMER.. “This story is a COMPLETE act to practice my poetic license.” PLEASE DON’T TAKE IT SERIOUS, TRUE, FALSE or anything else. JUST READ IT AND LAUGH!! — B.YONEST

TO READ CHAPTER II PART 1 (click here)

TO READ CHAPTER III (click here) – SOON stay tuned…

MY name iz B.YONEST and…. I banged MEGAN FOX!! Chapter II

The next morning, I remember waking up on Ocean Blvd and smelling like Nikki Hilton. Not that, “DAMN she smells good” smell,  but yet instead that “I know the bitch is famous, but she should still wash her ass” smell. I mean, I KNOW I was across the street from the Sushi spot and RIGHT next to the Ocean, BUT yuck!  Zak arose from his drunken slumber, grabbed the half smoked blunt off the Barvo Condom box, took the lighter out of his left pocket and lit the wrong end.

“I’m a  little drunk still,” Zak ensured me.

As if I didn’t know. We both still wreaked of liquor, not to mention my shirt had a VOMITary manslaughter stain on the chest and left arm and the back had dried up splooge on the collar. What a weird night we must’ve had. I didn’t remember shit. I was pretty sure we banged the Hilton Sisters, but I wouldn’t venture to throw the  H.I.V. (h.i.v. means positive, sure, no doubt about it, FACT) STAMP of APPROVAL on it or anything.

“Yes, we did bang the Hilton Sisters,” Zak said. “Yes, you did grab Megan Fox’s ass at the club. Yes, you barfed all over your shirt and yes it does smell like dirty vijay jay in here.”

Zak and I have this weird way of answering one another’s unasked questions. THAT was a perfect example. Homie answered every drunken question reshaping my brain as we spoke. Now that that shit was out of the way, how do we get clean, get food and more importantly… HOW DO I BANG MEGAN FOX? Nikki and Paris.. “It’s Cool” but I wanted the “Box of Fox” and I was going to have it. I could still visualize Megan from the night before. Black dress (laced at the breast line SO somewhat see through), hair in a wavy pony tail (that pull my hair and bang me kinda pony tail), black heels ( so tall I could probably stab Brian Boston Bean in the artery with it) and perfect jewelry accenting all her key ingredients. MAN I LOVE MEGAN FOX!

“Today Zak.. I will BANG MEGAN FOX,” I shouted as I hit the blunt so hard I threw up AGAIN..

I got up, threw on my backpack, grabbed my I-POD,  my gym clothes, wiped the vomit off my left hand and arm and headed down Santa Monica Blvd. I had no idea if I wanted coffee (from Coffee Bean.. THE BEST COFFEE SHOP, EVER) or if I wanted to head straight to they gym. (Equinox. GREAT VIBE, SEXY GIRLZ, ETC) I chose NEITHER. I headed through the Promenade towards the cigar store. I needed a Cigarillo immediately. I knew if I got eerrffed (that’s high for the dummiez), I’d feel less nauseated and I wouldn’t care that I wreaked of liquor OR the Gyro I yacked on myself. Just as I was approaching Habib’s (any convenient store, gas station 7-Eleven type of place), I turned the corner, tripped over a blind bum and fell on my face.

I-POD, gym bag, sun glasses and sac of eerrff went everywhere. Not to mention, I threw up AGAIN. What a fucked up start to the day. I gathered my things, took my sunglasses and gym bag BACK from the bum (fucker tried to steal my shit), looked to my left and saw………. Brian Boston Bean. 1/2 of me wanted to run up to him and punch him in the genitals (because I knew who he laid next to last night), but the other 1/2 was full of excitement because it could only mean one thing…. MEGAN FOX WAS CLOSE BY.. TODAY WILL BE MY DAY! I WILL BANG MEGAN FOX..

To READ CHAPTER I (click here)

TO READ CHAPTER II PART 2 (click here) – SOON stay tuned…

DISCLAIMER.. “This story is a COMPLETE act to practice my poetic license.” PLEASE DON’T TAKE IT SERIOUS, TRUE, FALSE or anything else. JUST READ IT AND LAUGH!! — B.YONEST