SKIPP

Skipp's a Whiteboy. Born to artists. Raised at his father's recording studio in Boston, at his mother's art studio in Brookline, at his father's recording studio in New York, at his mother's art studio in Lincoln (a Boston suburb). Skipp was raised on weekend mornings in New England, on hardwood floors with a pet, a parent, and either Prince Records (at mom's) or a vocorder/keyboard (at dad's . . you know, '86).



Starting out in an upper-middle class town (namely, Brookline, see: Brookline), Skipp was surrounded by the American Dream. His parents struggled, as most artists do. Fortunately, he learned early that in order to be an artist, you don't have to be 'starving.' Fierce, stubborn, independent. Split-brained, impressed by a book he read in '89 called TRUMP: THE ART OF THE DEAL all while nurturing a pre-teen love for something called Rap Music.



High School, Drugs, Peers, Beers, Athletically DEclined, and a Gemini Sampler with the 8 second sample-loop option: Skipp wrote. Any four bar break to any rap song ever, turned very quickly into an instrumental. Skipp wrote. Freestyles, Battles, Respect, Fans, Response, Girls, Girls, Girls . . . . staying money-hungry, Skipp majored in Accounting in College, while nurturing a love for Rap Music.



As part of E3, Skipp saw 5 to 5,000 people staring at him on a stage waiting to hear that shit: Shows, Late-Nights, Big Names, Kanye West, Kool G Rap, KRS One, Guru, Talib Kweli, Joe Budden in Boston, Mass, Rhode Island, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, Philadelphia, Virginia, Cincinatti, Montreal . . . . Border Patrol, Crowd control, and Fast Food. Stomach Ache. E3 Split. Skipp released "Out to Breakfast," a solo, self-produced, sample free experimental CD. !!BOOM!! went the experiment.



Skipp moved to New York City. Skipp did New York City and kept it moving. Skipp moved to Los Angeles and played the Whisky A Go Go a handful of times. Trump's '89 advice took hold in young Whitman as he earned Real Estate Licenses in Massachusetts, New York, and California . . .



A kid at the start of a crazy life, with a crazy life behind him. The kid, This white collar, Tom Jones country club - st. barth's country-club escape to air max 95 addict, stuck on the mpc 2000 and fast girls - is just getting started.