Native Austinite Kydd Jones returns with a new single off his upcoming album “GR33D” which will feature artists like Kirko Bangz, Tory Lanez & more. Kydd has performed at festivals like SXSW, NXNE, A3C, Fun Fun Fun Fest & the Brooklyn HipHop Festival and has previously collaborated with artists like Yelawolf and Pac Div.
SXSW 2012. I went to a hip hop show on a Tuesday night. Out came out this scruffy black dude with a a simple shirt and some shorts. He had a cap that bared the letters LNS. He began his set and as the show went on I could not look away. Here was this kid from Austin, a place I had been living in for the past 5 years, and I had never see, or even heard of him. How did I miss this? How did I not know someone so talented was living and performing in the same city I lived in this whole time? Austin has a hip hop scene? Ha.
When I was 15, I told my dad I hated him. I told all my friends and peers at school I hated him. By the end of the month the whole town knew that I hated him.
See when you’re 15 and your dad tells you that you can’t have a boyfriend, can’t go to the movies with your friends, and takes your phone away at 9 PM when “free” minutes start…you can start to develop these types of feelings towards him.
We used to fight ALL THE TIME. I got into the habit of just being in a bad mood any time he was around. I never REALLY listened to anything he told me and realize now that in all those years that I was ignoring him, I could have learned so much from him.
He would wake my brother and I up really early during on our days off in the summer so that we could go and work for him. I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I “grew up”, but I swore at that age that I would never be anything like my father.
I used to sneak out and go to Mexico. I started going when I was 14 after I made friends with some upperclassmen. I would sneak through my window at first, as the years went on I stopped caring and started just going out the front door as quietly as I could. This was my system for a good year and a half. So far, so good. Continue reading
The first day of college, I woke up at 6 AM to straighten by hair. I wore some tight, form fitting Armani Exchange jeans, a Bebe top, and 3-inch pumps. The sound of my clacking down the hall and along the walk to my first class received LOTS of attention, to say the least. I walked into my Civil Engineering 301 with my head high.
As soon as I sat down a boy sitting in front of me turns around and says, “Hey, this is CE 301 just in case you are in the wrong class”. Excuuuuuse me? Haha
I knew I didn’t LOOK “like an engineer”, but this was supposed to be college. This was supposed to be a step above high school and everyone was supposed to be “open-minded” and “accepting”. Little did I know that the fun was just beginning.
Not only am I a woman in engineering, but I am a LATINA in engineering. And if that weren’t enough to set me apart from my colleagues and peers, I am a Latina who reads Cosmo, wears heels, and loves mint and gold office supplies. 3 strikes and I’m out. Continue reading
I met him in the middle of my 8th grade year. All my friends would talk about him. How amazing he was and how great he made them feel. He was the boy next door; an all-Mexican-American boy. The boy all our parents wanted us to end up with. I fell in love with him 4 years later. Country Music, my second love, my first TRUE love.
At the time, I was at my rebellious stage. I was into NOFX, the Misfits, Blink 182, and Motion City Soundtrack (to name a few). I would wear skinny jeans, Spitfire logo shirts, and DC’s. All my jewelry had some sort of spike on it. I was convinced my parents knew nothing and that they didn’t really care about me. At school, I would get made fun of or talked bad about. I was weird, I was a “slut” (fun fact: actually lost my V card in college), I was too smart, I wasn’t smart enough, I was too dark, I wasn’t dark enough, I was too “white”, I was too Mexican, and many many more things people didn’t like me for or didn’t give me the time of day because of. Continue reading