First and foremost I’d like to start by welcoming everyone to The Roc Bottom Report. At this moment you’re probably staring at your PC monitor, laptop, iPhone 4g, iPad, generic tablet, or economy friendly metro wireless device wondering ‘where the fuck am I’. In so many words I could tell you exactly where you are BUT because I love writing so much instead of doing that I’d much rather tell you where you aren’t. Where do I start? Well…this isn’t a highly recommended hip-hop blog with enough funds and advertisement to attract the attention of the blood thirsty hypebeast infesting the American culture. This definitely isn’t the home to a crew of college educated journalism majors who interned at Rolling Stone last summer, nope, not even one. This isn’t your source for the next trending hip-hop phenom, or even the last. If you are looking for super cool shit to re blog so that people find you a little more interesting you wont find them here. This isn’t even a site that could afford to purchase its own web address. The Roc Bottom Report is simply a diary from the first and third person perspective of the 21st century starving artist. The only mission is too highlight aspiring talents of any medium and hopefully give some guidance to artist in search of direction. So no, this isnt the Billionaire Boys Club. This is the Dollar Menu Brigade and I am Pico De Gallo reporting live from the bottom of the barrel.- Pico De Gallo
Soup kitchen for the starving artist. A humble abode for the drift wood of generation Y. I am not here to preach to anyone about anything, for I am just as lost as my peers. My only objective is to shed light on young starving artist and hopefully find my own way out of the darkness of desire.