SELF EMPLOYED: A Houston Story
The Photos Are Only Half the Story. The other half is yours.
Between 1999 and now, something happened in Houston that the rest of the country caught late. You might have been at the show. These photos document what the camera could see. They can't document what it felt like to be in that room, in the neighborhood, in Houston, Texas, or your city or town or whatever at that moment.
That's where you come in.
This isn't a comment section.
The stories collected here are source material for a book and documentary about Houston rap's visual era. Submitted stories go into a permanent oral history archive. They will become a part of the book and documentary record. If you were there — in any capacity — your account has weight. Artists. Fans. Studio workers. Club staff. Family members. Distributors. The person who drove somebody somewhere. The person who bought the tape before anyone else did. Everyone who made up the room. Tell us what you remember.
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First-person accounts of Houston's rap visual era. Your story could be in it.
From the Community
I remember the first time I became aware of the Houston rap scene. I saw the elements. The Point Blank tape on Dago's the tattoo guy's work table. The Street Military posters hangin on telephone poles. Fat Pat on the radio. I never put it together until my friend Orbit broke it all down to me one day and painted the first picture of the culture for me.