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One With the Boat, a Brock Hampton Tale
Part I: Brock Hampton Almost Fucking Dies

 
Halifax is well known for one thing- boats. Hell, they have an entire hockey team devoted to it so... they must really enjoy it over there. Halifax is also known for their VHLM hockey franchise- the one and only Halifax 21st. Also known as... the Boat Gang. Now, as a member of the Boat Gang, thsoe who play for the Halifax 21st get their own boat, free of charge, once they join the team. Naturally, Brock Hampton is a member of the 21st- so he has a boat. But Brock did not use his boat much over the course of his rookie year, opting to focus much more on hockey instead of boating around Nova Scotia. But alas, Brock was now in his second season as a VHLMer! He could afford to loosen up a bit! And thus, Brock ended up boating much more during the offseason and on off-days when he was back in Halifax.
 
Now, usually, Brock would go out on his boat with some of his teammates- guys like Tyler Steel ( @tylerwest) and Miroslav Tsarov ( @PadStack), or former 21st members like Leroy Johnson ( @Vkobe-v). But on this particular day, Brock wanted some alone time. He wanted to sail around Halifax on his own, with nothing but a map. He wanted to be unplugged for the day- and relax on the sea. 
 
So, Brock did exactly that! He woke up, had some lunch, and drove to the port, where he got on his boat and set sail. Clear skies all around- Brock was in the clear.
 
Or... so he thought.
 
Brock lifted the anchor and started sailing. He planned to be back at the port by around 6 PM, which gave him a solid 6 hours to sail around Halifax. For a while, everything was great! The waves were low, the current was good, and Brock was enjoying himself. It really seemed like he was unplugged and relaxed. Hockey was not on his mind... he was focused on sailing. 
 
The first hour of sailing was great. The second one was even better! But the third hour is when things got a little... wackier. 
 
Suddenly, clouds started to form. And the waves started to pick up a little. Despite this, Brock was undeterred. "It's nothing," Brock thought to himself. "The clouds will clear up eventually." But alas, due to Brock's unplugged-ness from the outside world, he didn't know that the weather had changed. A major thunderstorm was coming right up.
 
And then, it hit. The clouds turned from light grey to black. The waves raged. Thunder rumbled. Brock tried to rush back to the port, but it was too late.
 
He was in the middle of nowhere. 
 
The nearest port, from his map, was around 15 minutes away, however. If he could just traverse the waves and make it back, he'd be fine- he'd be just fine!
 
Just fine. Just fine. Those words kept echoing in Brock's head, bouncing inside his mind, as he tried to find this port. He didn't want to die. He wanted to live. He wanted to play hockey, and he wanted.... to win a title. But all that seemed like nothing. 
 
Brock tried his hardest, and his damndest, to make it to the port. But... he only lasted about 5 minutes (that's what she said) before becoming fatigued. Brock's muscles couldn't take the immense pain anymore. He was trying to stay concious, but he just... couldn't...
 
In a fatigued state, Brock, all of a sudden, fell off the edge of his boat. And before he realized, it was too late. Brock screamed, but nothing happened. Nobody could hear him in the water. He tried to swim, and was able to get gasps of air every so often, but Brock knew that he just had to make a mad swim towards the port. 
 
It took him 30 seconds before he felt a strange feeling. It wasn't a wave, nor was it thunder or lightning. It felt like his feet were getting sucked in. Brock started spinning. It seemed as if he was in a whirlpool. 
 
The spinning got faster, and faster, and faster. Brock screamed, yelling for help- help he knew he wouldn't recieve. 
 
"HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! PLEASE!" 
Brock shrieked. But the whirlpool sucked him in. His screams became mere bubbles underwater.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
Brock desperately tried to breathe, tried to see what was under the Halifax waves. But it was only blue. And he was falling. Falling down, somewhere he didn't know. "Is this hell? Am I going to hell?" Brock thought. And he thought that this was it. A perfectly reasonable assumption. But you know what they say about assumptions.
 
After fighting the urge, Brock finally succumed to himself. He... fell asleep. Everything went black. At this point, Brock was truly just waiting to die. He was ready.
 
~~~
 
Now, for years, many believed that there was such thing as Atlantis. A Metropolis that was at the bottom of the Ocean floor- a hustling and bustling city, waiting for anyone under the sea. But many disproved of this idea, and in today's society, Atlantis is nothing more but a myth. And... society is correct. There is no metropolis that resides on the sea floor. But there is a house. 
 
This house is a cottage. It's tiny and cozy. It's one of those houses you'd see at the top of a hill somewhere. One that catches your eye- one that makes you wish you lived there. This cottage is a place of great mystique and refuge. Usually, those who end up in this house are stranded or lost at sea- they are taken in, mend and heal for about a week, and are then sent up to the surface world, as if nothing happened. 
 
Now, of course, there is an Owner of this House. Someone who has the duty of helping their "family members" mend and heal. Every 200 years, a new "Owner" is found, and gains the title of The Operator. 
 
As Brock Hampton's life faded to black... The Operator heard a thump on his front doorstep. It was Brock Hampton, falling to the ocean floor. Right infront of his house.
 
The Operator dragged Brock into his living room, and waited for him to wake up. 
 
~~~
 
Brock finally awoke. To his left, he saw a fireplace. To his right, a kitchen. And right in front of him was a man. 
 
"Am I dead?" Brock said to the man. "Who are you?"
 
"I am The Operator. Welcome to your home, for a while."
 
End of Part 1
 
[870 Words I think]
 

One With the Boat, a Brock Hampton Tale
Part I: Brock Hampton Almost Fucking Dies

 
Halifax is well known for one thing- boats. Hell, they have an entire hockey team devoted to it so... they must really enjoy it over there. Halifax is also known for their VHLM hockey franchise- the one and only Halifax 21st. Also known as... the Boat Gang. Now, as a member of the Boat Gang, thsoe who play for the Halifax 21st get their own boat, free of charge, once they join the team. Naturally, Brock Hampton is a member of the 21st- so he has a boat. But Brock did not use his boat much over the course of his rookie year, opting to focus much more on hockey instead of boating around Nova Scotia. But alas, Brock was now in his second season as a VHLMer! He could afford to loosen up a bit! And thus, Brock ended up boating much more during the offseason and on off-days when he was back in Halifax.
 
Now, usually, Brock would go out on his boat with some of his teammates- guys like Tyler Steel ( @tylerwest) and Miroslav Tsarov ( @PadStack), or former 21st members like Leroy Johnson ( @Vkobe-v). But on this particular day, Brock wanted some alone time. He wanted to sail around Halifax on his own, with nothing but a map. He wanted to be unplugged for the day- and relax on the sea. 
 
So, Brock did exactly that! He woke up, had some lunch, and drove to the port, where he got on his boat and set sail. Clear skies all around- Brock was in the clear.
 
Or... so he thought.
 
Brock lifted the anchor and started sailing. He planned to be back at the port by around 6 PM, which gave him a solid 6 hours to sail around Halifax. For a while, everything was great! The waves were low, the current was good, and Brock was enjoying himself. It really seemed like he was unplugged and relaxed. Hockey was not on his mind... he was focused on sailing. 
 
The first hour of sailing was great. The second one was even better! But the third hour is when things got a little... wackier. 
 
Suddenly, clouds started to form. And the waves started to pick up a little. Despite this, Brock was undeterred. "It's nothing," Brock thought to himself. "The clouds will clear up eventually." But alas, due to Brock's unplugged-ness from the outside world, he didn't know that the weather had changed. A major thunderstorm was coming right up.
 
And then, it hit. The clouds turned from light grey to black. The waves raged. Thunder rumbled. Brock tried to rush back to the port, but it was too late.
 
He was in the middle of nowhere. 
 
The nearest port, from his map, was around 15 minutes away, however. If he could just traverse the waves and make it back, he'd be fine- he'd be just fine!
 
Just fine. Just fine. Those words kept echoing in Brock's head, bouncing inside his mind, as he tried to find this port. He didn't want to die. He wanted to live. He wanted to play hockey, and he wanted.... to win a title. But all that seemed like nothing. 
 
Brock tried his hardest, and his damndest, to make it to the port. But... he only lasted about 5 minutes (that's what she said) before becoming fatigued. Brock's muscles couldn't take the immense pain anymore. He was trying to stay concious, but he just... couldn't...
 
In a fatigued state, Brock, all of a sudden, fell off the edge of his boat. And before he realized, it was too late. Brock screamed, but nothing happened. Nobody could hear him in the water. He tried to swim, and was able to get gasps of air every so often, but Brock knew that he just had to make a mad swim towards the port. 
 
It took him 30 seconds before he felt a strange feeling. It wasn't a wave, nor was it thunder or lightning. It felt like his feet were getting sucked in. Brock started spinning. It seemed as if he was in a whirlpool. 
 
The spinning got faster, and faster, and faster. Brock screamed, yelling for help- help he knew he wouldn't recieve. 
 
"HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! PLEASE!" 
Brock shrieked. But the whirlpool sucked him in. His screams became mere bubbles underwater.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
Brock desperately tried to breathe, tried to see what was under the Halifax waves. But it was only blue. And he was falling. Falling down, somewhere he didn't know. "Is this hell? Am I going to hell?" Brock thought. And he thought that this was it. A perfectly reasonable assumption. But you know what they say about assumptions.
 
After fighting the urge, Brock finally succumed to himself. He... fell asleep. Everything went black. At this point, Brock was truly just waiting to die. He was ready.
 
~~~
 
Now, for years, many believed that there was such thing as Atlantis. A Metropolis that was at the bottom of the Ocean floor- a hustling and bustling city, waiting for anyone under the sea. But many disproved of this idea, and in today's society, Atlantis is nothing more but a myth. And... society is correct. There is no metropolis that resides on the sea floor. But there is a house. 
 
This house is a cottage. It's tiny and cozy. It's one of those houses you'd see at the top of a hill somewhere. One that catches your eye- one that makes you wish you lived there. This cottage is a place of great mystique and refuge. Usually, those who end up in this house are stranded or lost at sea- they are taken in, mend and heal for about a week, and are then sent up to the surface world, as if nothing happened. 
 
Now, of course, there is an Owner of this House. Someone who has the duty of helping their "family members" mend and heal. Every 200 years, a new "Owner" is found, and gains the title of The Operator. 
 
As Brock Hampton's life faded to black... The Operator heard a thump on his front doorstep. It was Brock Hampton, falling to the ocean floor. Right infront of his house.
 
The Operator dragged Brock into his living room, and waited for him to wake up. 
 
~~~
 
Brock finally awoke. To his left, he saw a fireplace. To his right, a kitchen. And right in front of him was a man. 
 
"Am I dead?" Brock said to the man. "Who are you?"
 
"I am The Operator. Welcome to your home, for a while."
 
End of Part 1
 
[870 Words I think]
 

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Spicy! There's a lot to love about this graphic. The jersey swap is clean and I really enjoy the effect you put on the background. It draws more focus to the swap. I also really enjoy how you implemented the text- I always find that adding text can either make an image vastly better or kinda ruin its quality. In this case, it's definitely the former. Top tier work, 10/10  

Is this the best graphic you've done so far? I don't know. This is my first time viewing one of your graphics. But HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS AWESOME! Really love the aesthetic and theme of the graphic, I'm a super big fan. The jersey swap is quite clean as well, and I really enjoy the text! I really enjoy this!
 
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to quote DaBaby, "let's go!"

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Review:
I like this style of graphic, the ripped sides I think is what makes it standout the most, the logo swap and the color changes are also done very cleanly. I think the only thing this graphic is missing is an amazing font. the one you used is ok but I think it could've popped out a bit more. still very good 8/10

Praise be
There is literally nothing that I can criticize here. Like... nothing. The colors, the swap, the background... everything is on point. 10/10

As the title states, for @Vkobe-v
 
In retrospect I coulda done a lot more with the graphic, but I like this style so I'll prolly make more in the future
 

As the title states, for @Vkobe-v
 
In retrospect I coulda done a lot more with the graphic, but I like this style so I'll prolly make more in the future
 

As the title states, for @Vkobe-v
 
In retrospect I coulda done a lot more with the graphic, but I like this style so I'll prolly make more in the future
 

Well... we're here! After a whole freaking season, we're here. The grandest stage. Where the best teams in the VHLM go to duke it out for the Cup. 
 
The playoffs! It truly is a great time. I'm extremely excited to get my first playoff opportunity in my first ever season. It's been a whirlwind of a year with the Boat Gang, but I couldn't think of a better team to go into the postseason with.
 
From getting drafted extremely late, to earning the Alternate Captain honor before even playing a game, to now... it feels like such a long time. We've all grown as a team, and as people. No matter what happens throughout the playoffs, I know that I'll be at peace.
 
Peace... that's something that I haven't gotten in a while. I need peace. And soon enough, I will.
 
The playoffs are coming. The Boat Gang is coming.
 
To quote our captain, Hadrian...
 
"Cup."
 
~BH
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Good article, really like the GIFS to help break it up and formatted good. The last quote made it seem like you’ve built a character base which is nice to read. Keep up the writing ! 8/10

Very well written and interesting to read. I really like how you both added pictures and gifs to make the media spot better. 9/10

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Brock Hampton: Music Producer Extraordinare?

Pictured Above: Michael Jordan jamming to Brock's sweet tunes, circa 2069
 
By Musicman McHockeypuck, Music and Sports Journalist
 
Brock Hampton is a name that many in the VHLM know. Brock is a rookie center for the one and only #BOATGANG (also known as the Halifax 21st). Now, Brock has stated on numerous occasions that he is proud of his rebound from mediocrity. After a rough start to the season, he notably consulted team captain Hadrian for some advice (see here). After a long conversation, Brock had an epiphany. He decided to go back to Corpus Christi, Texas, and mentor young kids about the game of hockey. He was rejuvinated, recleansed, and a new man. He was noticeably less frustrated throughout the games, and with it, he was a better person to be around. Now, Brock is doing quite well, with 23 points in 58 games- instead of a measly 2 or 3 within the first 15 games of the season. Brock is looking forward to the rest of his time in Halifax, and his VHL career as a whole.
 
But what if... what if that didn't happen? Cue VSauce Music.
 
When looking back on the moment that changed his career (and his outlook on hockey entirely), Brock told us: "I wanted to quit. I wanted to call it a career. I was so blinded by my own anger, my own rage, my own frustrations... that I didn't even consider that i'd be abandoning a team that took a chance on me." When I asked about what he would do had he not quit, he said: "I'd probably become a music producer." 
 
And that got me thinking... 
 
What if, instead of returning to the game like he did, Brock Hampton retired and became a music producer?
 
Let's find out...shall we?
 
~
 

Pictured above: Two Greendale Community College students playing guitar to one of Brock Hampton's more upbeat productions.
 
Now, I decided to get in touch with Brock once again, to ask him about his potential musical endeavors. He was delighted to talk more, and I got the info I needed from him. He said that he would love to work with (ironically) the production crew of the band BROCKHAMPTON. He specifically wanted to work with Jabari Manwa, who makes most of BH's melodies (and has numerous vocal features on Roadrunner: New Light, New Machine, BROCKHAMPTON's most recent studio album). Now, Brock also stated that while he would love to work alongside the likes of Jabari and other BH producers Romil Hemnani and Kiko Merley, he would not want to be a member of the band. He said he'd just like to be a sponge, absorbing informatio day in and day out so that he could eventually produce more advanced tracks. And this is where I start to speculate what would happen.
 
I feel as if Brock would become quite friendly with the members of BROCKHAMPTON and would eventually get introduced to a small independent artist named Baird. Baird was featured on Old News, a song off of the previously mentioned Roadrunner LP. Brock and Baird would start working together more and more, as Baird began to rise to fame, Brock would be his go-to producer. Baird and Brock would be a dynamic duo of sorts, making loads of music as the days went on. Fame and fortune would cross both Baird and Brock's path. 
 
Now, with Brock becoming a very well known producer at this point, you'd think he would expand his clientelle and work with more artists. And you'd be exactly right! Over the years, Brock would work with rap staples such as the A$AP mob, Denzel Curry, Childish Gambino, and Amine. However, after a while, Brock began getting... bored with producing for specifically rap. He wanted to move on for a while and ultimately diversify his portfolio into other genres.  After making the announcement that he would be taking a break from producing rap, it was like Brock was a free agent in the production world. He would be getting asked by numerous credible bands and labels to produce for them. But eventually, Brock decided to do what he did for rap- produce for all, not for one. And thus, Brock would spend around 6 years working specifically on all kinds of music. Ambient drone metal, Folk music, Industrial rock, Punk, Heavy Metal, Black MIDI, you name it, he's probably produced it at some point. 
 
Years and years and years of producing were in Brock's future. From the world's most popular bands to the obscurest of the obscure. This was his life now. Production. During this time, Brock would decide to stay out of the public eye. When he was first producing, he was everywhere- Interview after interview, junket after junket, convention after convention. But now, Brock was reserved. No interviews, or junkets, or conventions. Just production. And he loved it!
 
But after a while, Brock ultimately decides to call it a career. After around 20 years of production (and at around 40 years of age), Brock decides to take an extended break from the musical game to focus on personal matters, like settling down and finally starting a family. He decides to come back 5 years later, but decides to work for more independent artists and charges much less for his services. He also decides not to take on too many clients, as at the tail end of his production craze, he was mentally weak and burnt out. Brock's reputation begins to grow sky-high again, and he also returned to producing rap songs- but still stayed true to only working with smaller artists and independent labels. At this point, Brock has earned millions of dollars for his production work and doesn't really do it for the moeny anymore. It's just an added bonus. He does it because he enjoys it. A very noble cause, in my opinion. 
 
Brock decides to do this for 15 more years, until the age of 55, where he turns from producing to teaching. He decides to call it a career (this time for good) and start teaching his ways to new producers who need help starting out. 
 
Brock Hampton went down as one of the most influential, most respected, and most revered producers in history. His versatility transcended genres and artists, and his grind and work ethic was one that is rarely found in any profession, never mind just the production niche. 
 
But that's just a what if. And to quote the man himself...
 
"The only thing I want to do right now is play hockey. Nothing more."
 

Pictured Above: Brock Hampton's first VHLM Goal.
 
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Brock Hampton: Music Producer Extraordinare?

Pictured Above: Michael Jordan jamming to Brock's sweet tunes, circa 2069
 
By Musicman McHockeypuck, Music and Sports Journalist
 
Brock Hampton is a name that many in the VHLM know. Brock is a rookie center for the one and only #BOATGANG (also known as the Halifax 21st). Now, Brock has stated on numerous occasions that he is proud of his rebound from mediocrity. After a rough start to the season, he notably consulted team captain Hadrian for some advice (see here). After a long conversation, Brock had an epiphany. He decided to go back to Corpus Christi, Texas, and mentor young kids about the game of hockey. He was rejuvinated, recleansed, and a new man. He was noticeably less frustrated throughout the games, and with it, he was a better person to be around. Now, Brock is doing quite well, with 23 points in 58 games- instead of a measly 2 or 3 within the first 15 games of the season. Brock is looking forward to the rest of his time in Halifax, and his VHL career as a whole.
 
But what if... what if that didn't happen? Cue VSauce Music.
 
When looking back on the moment that changed his career (and his outlook on hockey entirely), Brock told us: "I wanted to quit. I wanted to call it a career. I was so blinded by my own anger, my own rage, my own frustrations... that I didn't even consider that i'd be abandoning a team that took a chance on me." When I asked about what he would do had he not quit, he said: "I'd probably become a music producer." 
 
And that got me thinking... 
 
What if, instead of returning to the game like he did, Brock Hampton retired and became a music producer?
 
Let's find out...shall we?
 
~
 

Pictured above: Two Greendale Community College students playing guitar to one of Brock Hampton's more upbeat productions.
 
Now, I decided to get in touch with Brock once again, to ask him about his potential musical endeavors. He was delighted to talk more, and I got the info I needed from him. He said that he would love to work with (ironically) the production crew of the band BROCKHAMPTON. He specifically wanted to work with Jabari Manwa, who makes most of BH's melodies (and has numerous vocal features on Roadrunner: New Light, New Machine, BROCKHAMPTON's most recent studio album). Now, Brock also stated that while he would love to work alongside the likes of Jabari and other BH producers Romil Hemnani and Kiko Merley, he would not want to be a member of the band. He said he'd just like to be a sponge, absorbing informatio day in and day out so that he could eventually produce more advanced tracks. And this is where I start to speculate what would happen.
 
I feel as if Brock would become quite friendly with the members of BROCKHAMPTON and would eventually get introduced to a small independent artist named Baird. Baird was featured on Old News, a song off of the previously mentioned Roadrunner LP. Brock and Baird would start working together more and more, as Baird began to rise to fame, Brock would be his go-to producer. Baird and Brock would be a dynamic duo of sorts, making loads of music as the days went on. Fame and fortune would cross both Baird and Brock's path. 
 
Now, with Brock becoming a very well known producer at this point, you'd think he would expand his clientelle and work with more artists. And you'd be exactly right! Over the years, Brock would work with rap staples such as the A$AP mob, Denzel Curry, Childish Gambino, and Amine. However, after a while, Brock began getting... bored with producing for specifically rap. He wanted to move on for a while and ultimately diversify his portfolio into other genres.  After making the announcement that he would be taking a break from producing rap, it was like Brock was a free agent in the production world. He would be getting asked by numerous credible bands and labels to produce for them. But eventually, Brock decided to do what he did for rap- produce for all, not for one. And thus, Brock would spend around 6 years working specifically on all kinds of music. Ambient drone metal, Folk music, Industrial rock, Punk, Heavy Metal, Black MIDI, you name it, he's probably produced it at some point. 
 
Years and years and years of producing were in Brock's future. From the world's most popular bands to the obscurest of the obscure. This was his life now. Production. During this time, Brock would decide to stay out of the public eye. When he was first producing, he was everywhere- Interview after interview, junket after junket, convention after convention. But now, Brock was reserved. No interviews, or junkets, or conventions. Just production. And he loved it!
 
But after a while, Brock ultimately decides to call it a career. After around 20 years of production (and at around 40 years of age), Brock decides to take an extended break from the musical game to focus on personal matters, like settling down and finally starting a family. He decides to come back 5 years later, but decides to work for more independent artists and charges much less for his services. He also decides not to take on too many clients, as at the tail end of his production craze, he was mentally weak and burnt out. Brock's reputation begins to grow sky-high again, and he also returned to producing rap songs- but still stayed true to only working with smaller artists and independent labels. At this point, Brock has earned millions of dollars for his production work and doesn't really do it for the moeny anymore. It's just an added bonus. He does it because he enjoys it. A very noble cause, in my opinion. 
 
Brock decides to do this for 15 more years, until the age of 55, where he turns from producing to teaching. He decides to call it a career (this time for good) and start teaching his ways to new producers who need help starting out. 
 
Brock Hampton went down as one of the most influential, most respected, and most revered producers in history. His versatility transcended genres and artists, and his grind and work ethic was one that is rarely found in any profession, never mind just the production niche. 
 
But that's just a what if. And to quote the man himself...
 
"The only thing I want to do right now is play hockey. Nothing more."
 

Pictured Above: Brock Hampton's first VHLM Goal.
 
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-1,099 Words, including captions and the title at the top
 

Brock Hampton: Music Producer Extraordinare?

Pictured Above: Michael Jordan jamming to Brock's sweet tunes, circa 2069
 
By Musicman McHockeypuck, Music and Sports Journalist
 
Brock Hampton is a name that many in the VHLM know. Brock is a rookie center for the one and only #BOATGANG (also known as the Halifax 21st). Now, Brock has stated on numerous occasions that he is proud of his rebound from mediocrity. After a rough start to the season, he notably consulted team captain Hadrian for some advice (see here). After a long conversation, Brock had an epiphany. He decided to go back to Corpus Christi, Texas, and mentor young kids about the game of hockey. He was rejuvinated, recleansed, and a new man. He was noticeably less frustrated throughout the games, and with it, he was a better person to be around. Now, Brock is doing quite well, with 23 points in 58 games- instead of a measly 2 or 3 within the first 15 games of the season. Brock is looking forward to the rest of his time in Halifax, and his VHL career as a whole.
 
But what if... what if that didn't happen? Cue VSauce Music.
 
When looking back on the moment that changed his career (and his outlook on hockey entirely), Brock told us: "I wanted to quit. I wanted to call it a career. I was so blinded by my own anger, my own rage, my own frustrations... that I didn't even consider that i'd be abandoning a team that took a chance on me." When I asked about what he would do had he not quit, he said: "I'd probably become a music producer." 
 
And that got me thinking... 
 
What if, instead of returning to the game like he did, Brock Hampton retired and became a music producer?
 
Let's find out...shall we?
 
~
 

Pictured above: Two Greendale Community College students playing guitar to one of Brock Hampton's more upbeat productions.
 
Now, I decided to get in touch with Brock once again, to ask him about his potential musical endeavors. He was delighted to talk more, and I got the info I needed from him. He said that he would love to work with (ironically) the production crew of the band BROCKHAMPTON. He specifically wanted to work with Jabari Manwa, who makes most of BH's melodies (and has numerous vocal features on Roadrunner: New Light, New Machine, BROCKHAMPTON's most recent studio album). Now, Brock also stated that while he would love to work alongside the likes of Jabari and other BH producers Romil Hemnani and Kiko Merley, he would not want to be a member of the band. He said he'd just like to be a sponge, absorbing informatio day in and day out so that he could eventually produce more advanced tracks. And this is where I start to speculate what would happen.
 
I feel as if Brock would become quite friendly with the members of BROCKHAMPTON and would eventually get introduced to a small independent artist named Baird. Baird was featured on Old News, a song off of the previously mentioned Roadrunner LP. Brock and Baird would start working together more and more, as Baird began to rise to fame, Brock would be his go-to producer. Baird and Brock would be a dynamic duo of sorts, making loads of music as the days went on. Fame and fortune would cross both Baird and Brock's path. 
 
Now, with Brock becoming a very well known producer at this point, you'd think he would expand his clientelle and work with more artists. And you'd be exactly right! Over the years, Brock would work with rap staples such as the A$AP mob, Denzel Curry, Childish Gambino, and Amine. However, after a while, Brock began getting... bored with producing for specifically rap. He wanted to move on for a while and ultimately diversify his portfolio into other genres.  After making the announcement that he would be taking a break from producing rap, it was like Brock was a free agent in the production world. He would be getting asked by numerous credible bands and labels to produce for them. But eventually, Brock decided to do what he did for rap- produce for all, not for one. And thus, Brock would spend around 6 years working specifically on all kinds of music. Ambient drone metal, Folk music, Industrial rock, Punk, Heavy Metal, Black MIDI, you name it, he's probably produced it at some point. 
 
Years and years and years of producing were in Brock's future. From the world's most popular bands to the obscurest of the obscure. This was his life now. Production. During this time, Brock would decide to stay out of the public eye. When he was first producing, he was everywhere- Interview after interview, junket after junket, convention after convention. But now, Brock was reserved. No interviews, or junkets, or conventions. Just production. And he loved it!
 
But after a while, Brock ultimately decides to call it a career. After around 20 years of production (and at around 40 years of age), Brock decides to take an extended break from the musical game to focus on personal matters, like settling down and finally starting a family. He decides to come back 5 years later, but decides to work for more independent artists and charges much less for his services. He also decides not to take on too many clients, as at the tail end of his production craze, he was mentally weak and burnt out. Brock's reputation begins to grow sky-high again, and he also returned to producing rap songs- but still stayed true to only working with smaller artists and independent labels. At this point, Brock has earned millions of dollars for his production work and doesn't really do it for the moeny anymore. It's just an added bonus. He does it because he enjoys it. A very noble cause, in my opinion. 
 
Brock decides to do this for 15 more years, until the age of 55, where he turns from producing to teaching. He decides to call it a career (this time for good) and start teaching his ways to new producers who need help starting out. 
 
Brock Hampton went down as one of the most influential, most respected, and most revered producers in history. His versatility transcended genres and artists, and his grind and work ethic was one that is rarely found in any profession, never mind just the production niche. 
 
But that's just a what if. And to quote the man himself...
 
"The only thing I want to do right now is play hockey. Nothing more."
 

Pictured Above: Brock Hampton's first VHLM Goal.
 
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