
GREATeclectic, artist, DJ & editor of the infamous Art & Culture magazine Art Nouveau, will unleash his debut album January 31, 2012. He is giving us the first taste with “#1 Fan,” a roaring dance anthem featuring singer Antonio Stapleton & Canadian based rapper KJ. In the past two years, GREATeclectic has opened up for J*DaVeY, Theophilus London, Taz Arnold in addition to planning events in Atlanta & Miami with the likes of VA$HTIE & Dee & Ricky. From these experiences, he has made an album that touches on the sonic stepping stones he’s used year by year to pave his way to the present. You can head over to his official site to grab the free MP3 of “#1 Fan.”
FAMEKILL$, a conceptual mixtape presented by GREATeclectic & Swiper Bootz which, intertwines the music of Kanye West & Lady GaGa is finally available for free download now.
Art is everywhere in Miami. And with Art Basel this week the city is turned out by artists and art enthusiasts worldwide. A simple trip to see a friend DJ at Awarehouse Gallery turned into a beautiful surprise quickly when we bumped into the world’s largest street level mural installation The Kohn Compound
From the creative mind behind Art Nouveau, comes a new art statement. But this time its wearable. GREATeclectic embarks upon another adventure that will appeal to the artist in you. There’s nothing cooler than being cool, and now you can become an art collector.
Welcome to the world’s nightmare: hold it against me – we about to go H.A.M on Grey Poupon. Bourgie girl, grab her hand, f-ck that – she dont wanna dance; excuse my French, but I’m in France… I’m just saying: when in Rome – if you weren’t born a Caesar, might as well bard with Brutus #empirestateofdemise So do as the Romans do, and in such sit among those the elite who naturally bleed blue. Prince William ain’t do it right if you ask me, if I was him I woulda married Kate and Ashley – #jiggerishthings. Overt supremacy, with strong undertones of servitude to the throne of inherited American royalty at its most Shakespearean… Britney Jean Spears – don’t let she get in her zone, #toxictragedies Louisiana-style Lady Macbeth, Ophelia, Juliet… the illiterate that could write an American tale of nouveau riche royalty; Hov and Yeezy – Othellos in tow. Miami swelter, Carribean vibe, Bahamian drum and bass, Bermudian Triangle of Pop – inverted everything. Hov would never share the mic with Spears, but Yeezy would – and did; though they are at two ends of the spectrum, Hov and Jean earned their passports the old fashioned way: crime pays, sex sells – passports please. They played to our devious vices, you are the company you keep: welcome to The Crackhouse; where this is a problem, this is not music/I hope you find it – ‘cos we about to lose it.
Z serves me a rumrunner and Dietra and I share a club sandwich with fries, using our bev naps for dinner napkins. We ride to Midtown and veg at Tim’s place on 11th, until they depart for a birthday party in Marietta. Then I walk into the night.

















