A SPECIAL AUDIO FOREPLAY SUNDAY

Today’s Audio Foreplay sampling is dedicated to all my family and friends that are celebrating their birthdays this weekend. A VERY VERY VERY BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO COLBERT (MY BIG BROTHER NUMPSY), BEANSIE (AN ASIAN FETISHIST DREAM GIRL AND A WHOLE LOT OF OTHER GUYS TOO), COURTNEY (THE ROCKSTAR AND TOP C.I.A AGENT), ROXY COMPLEXXX (WHAT ELSE REALLY NEEDS BE SAID? LOL), ANTOINE (MY STRAGGLA LOVIN BROTHER FROM ANOTHER), QUIYANA (THE SKILLZ CHICK), JAMI (IT’S ALWAYS THE QUIET ONES…), AND A BRAND NEW ADDITION TO THIS BIRTHDAY WEEKEND ROSTER CEMIYAH (MY HOMEGIRL AZURE'S NIECE)WHO BLESSED THIS WORLD WITH HER FIRST BREATHE THIS PAST FRIDAY AT 5LBS AND 19 INS. WE AREN’T PROMISED TOMORROW, SO PLEASE LIVE EACH MOMENT AS IF IT WERE YOUR LAST. I LOVE AND APPRECIATE EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.

Stevie Wonder – Happy Birthday

GVG

~we're the warriors they write epics about~

A QUOTE TO LIVE BY...

LIFE IS TOO BEAUTIFUL TO QUIT.

GVG

~we're the warriors they write epics about~

A PICTURE SAYS A 1,000 WORDS...

THE HEATWAVE 7.0 PICTURES ARE FINALLY HERE. ENJOY! To truly understand the Beauty that was Heatwave 7.0, check out the full recap here my good people. Until next year, good night and good luck.

GVG
~we’re the warriors they write epics about~

Young College Republicans at their best

GVG
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I'M SICK!!!

... but this makes me feel better



GVG
~we're the warriors they write epics about~

P.S. You may ask why would a song about a guy who basically is a loser, wanting for everything and probably getting nothing make you Happy? I am wondering the same damn thing, so there will be an answer coming soon.

UPDATE

This makes me even happier, I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH IT MAKES ME CHEESE EVEN NOW WHILE I THINK ABOUT BACK IN THE DAY

Ahmad - Back in the Day

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AUDIO FOREPLAY SUNDAY: ALL HAIL THE QUEENS

Welcome to a new day and a brand new edition of Audio Foreplay Sundays, as always you know my rule, NO RAP on Sundays. So today’s Audio Foreplay is inspired by the joy I got while listening to Queen Latifah doing her jam “U.N.I.T.Y” , so this sampling is going to be dedicated to the women of “Hip Hop” (Yes Hip Hop and Rap are different), the ones that made you take note and had you scared to battle. I’d love to say the reason for us doing a Video Audio Foreplay sampling today is because with such beautiful women it would just be blasphemes to not get to see them in all their glory, but the truth is my playlist system is acting up and I couldn’t make the playlist work. So please enjoy the video sampling and I hope to have all technical difficulties corrected by next Sunday. As always get out and enjoy all the moments of your day.

Queen Latifah and Monie Love- Ladies First


Roxanne Shante - Have a Nice Day


J.J. Fad - Supersonic


Salt n Pepa - Push it


MC Lyte - Paper Thin


Monie Love - It's A Shame


Yo-Yo & Ice Cube - You Can't Play With My Yo Yo


Da Brat - Funkdafied


The Lady of Rage, Snoop Dogg - Afro Puffs


Heather B - All glocks down


Nonchalant - 5 o clock


The Fugees - Nappy Heads


Bahamadia - Uknowhowwedu


Digable Planets - Rebirth of Slick (Cool like dat)


Queen Latifah Just another Day

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PLEASE SWEAT THESE TECHNIQUES

Eric B & Rakim - Don't Sweat the Technique

I went to my girl Mec’s Birthday party last night at Bucarou, had a great time with a lot of old and new friends (DAMN WE KNOW A LOT OF THE SAME PEOPLE, LOL) got to check out a fly new twist on the photo booth that everyone was doing for a while with Portrait Parties and ate some of the best, seriously, the best soy chicken I have EVER had prepared by Dante’s Friend Chicken (Ayinde thanx for putting me on). While all this goodness was going on I noticed this guy with a plain white tee on that read in red and blue bold block letters “ERIC B FOR PRESIDENT” that T-shirt made me so happy, had me really cheesin and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why, but I kept staring at it and every time I saw it I just had to smile. It wasn’t until my homegirl DJ Kiss played Rakim Allah then a Large Professor jam that I realized what it was, it’s the same feeling I got earlier that day as I watched a clip of THE QUEEN LATIFAH doing “U.N.I.T.Y” at the Pepsi DJ Battle at SOBs (GOD! WHY DIDN’T I GET INTO THE CAR WITH PRINCE AND GO TO THAT, HINDSIGHT IS A BITCH!), and the night before as I walked into Trace Magazine's "Black Girls Rule!” Issue release party at Room Service in a rather pissy mood “I’M RICK JAMES BITCH!” right as Kiss’s boyfriend my homie DJ. M.O.S. put on Eric B. and Rakim Allah’s power ballad “Don't Sweat The Technique” and in one swift turn of a record I was in the best mood and he made that crowd erupt like they all just got a $1,000,000 shopping spree, then went on to SHUTDOWN the club with the GANGSTA 90s set and had a room full of the fashion industries insiders and wannabes, who are the definitions of “TOO FLY TO DO ANYTHING BUT STAND THERE AND TRY AND LOOK FLY” go crazy, doing the whop, the running man, screaming at the top of their lungs and snapping pictures of someone other than themselves when “The Retro Kids” were doing what they do in the middle of the dance floor.

I realized I’ve allowed “Puff Daddy” to define what 90s “Hip Hop” meant to me, which in turn meant I had come to see the 90s as the death of Hip Hop, WWAAAYYY before Nas did, you may now refer to me as Nostradamus, except my batting average is so much better. However, with everyone and their momma going in hard with 90’s sets from Funk Master Flex 5 hour 90s Hip Hop SMACKDOWN (Which I’m blasting as I write this) , DJ M.O.S.’s Killa Hardcore sets in all the “IT” spots, which makes a voyeur like me SUPA-NUT at the comedy that is watching him GO IN HARD in a room full of little rich white kids as they scream out all the words to Onyx, Rakim Allah, and Das EFX (START TAPING YOUR DAMN SETS!), endless hours spent on Stretch Armstrong’s Konstant Kontakt Blog listening to old episodes of the Stretch Armstrong & Bobbito radio shows that truly was HIP HOP, if you name the artist they were on it back then, and all those so-called "DJs" you know who you are (Having a Mac Book Pro and Limewire does not make you a DJ, Please leave it to the professionals for all our listening pleasure, Thanx.) jumping on the bandwagon with no idea of how to transition from record to record, how do you have such great vinyl, my bad, great MP3s (GOD, WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO?!?!) and still can’t make a good well formulated set with some method to your madness. (YOU DON’T PLAY THAT AFTER THAT! SON, HOW DID HE GET THERE?!??!) it was with these recent reintroductions to REAL 90s HIP HOP, that I realized that 1. the 90s were the SHIT and I miss every min of it and 2. HIP HOP IS NOT DEAD, there is always good music out there if you are willing to look for it, F@$^ trash like “AY BAY BAY” (WHAT THE F##% IS THAT?!?!) because you can listen to Commons “The People” to give you that real Hip Hop fix we all need.

LONG LIVE HIP HOP!!!

GVG
~we’re the warriors they write epics about~

UPDATE

Some 7am insight to f#$^ with your head. Tell me if you think it's true, I damn sure know it's funny.

DJ M.O.S. said...
"why does eric b remind of silent bob"

To put it short I GOT IT MADE...

At first I was just going to post this video of Special Ed’s “I got it made” with the above shown title because it's one of my theme songs when i walk down the street and don't we all need a good theme song? But then I looked at it and realized it was true. I’m in no way saying things are anywhere near perfect and that I’m content with all the parts that make me whole, but I’m better than most and I do have it made (No land in the sands of the "West indies" yet though). I am blessed in so many ways, I have family and friends who I KNOW love me, some who I believe love me, and some who I know need and appreciate me. I have a roof over my head which is rather high and wide. This gut of mine was earned over the course of many many well prepared meals and an endless flow of tasty well aged libations. This has not been the summer of love, but it has been the summer of self content and appreciation of all the great moments that have seemingly come out of nowhere, including meeting some of the best people i have ever called friend and some other things ;).

I AM NOT PERFECT, BUT I AM HAPPY.

GVG
~we're the warriors they write epics about~

I write almost as much shit as I talk.

GVG
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STOP BITCHIN!!!

You know it always cracks me up when I hear certain women continuously complaining about how they can’t find men who appreciate and love them, how they keep meeting assholes who mistreat them and undervalue their worth, how it’s not about money, position, and looks it’s about his soul. Yet every time I see a guy with a great soul trying to show these same women how much they care for them and want to shower them with all that affection, love, and devotion that they are constantly talking about wanting, those guys always get rejected for Bobby the body builder with 7 kids by 8 baby mommas or Rich the Banker with the house in the Hamptons and a Range Rover. WHATEVER! Some people just amuse me and maybe they are meant to be alone and in a perpetual state of pain and disappointment. But what the fuck do I know, I’m just a genius.

GVG
~we’re the warriors they write epics about~

IT WAS A CELEBRATION... you know the rest

Lychee Mojitoes, Mango, Banana, and Peach HOMEMADE margaritas make for a very very HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY JUICED HEATWAVE BBQ in the park. Thanx to NBeansie, Jim, and Ally for making me take it to the next level and Yvette for those margaritas, sent her the message telepathically about the Happy Happy Joy Joy Juice and she came for that blue ribbon. Did I mention how much I love a beautiful woman who can make a drink?

First and Foremost THANK YOU to MIH (Keenan, Shane, and Jonevan) for creating such an amazing yearly gathering that continues to amaze and inspire us all, this event shows us what black love is and should be, also planning, organization, and execution. Keenan I apologize for ever doubting you, my man had FANS! No seriously, he had FANS (The ones that blow, wait… I meant, well you know what I meant. LOL). Did I mention they fed, provided libations, Free massages (Courtesy of Healing Hands), and music for all 800+ of us that attended out of their own pockets?!?!?!

Ok the list could go on and on and trust me oooonnnn, but a “quick” rundown of some of those who graced the VIP section we had going at the blanket mansion. Ben and his beautiful Fiancée Shavonda carrying my lovely baby girl/goddaughter (I claim them EARLY) in that belly of hers (HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY 4 ME), Dave (my Brooklyn co-pilot), Mark A.K.A “CLOCK IN AND GO TO WORK!”, Madame Boone, Yvette (Sexiest Mixologist this side of Timbuktu), Natasha (Fun time girl, LOL), DJ M.O.S., Shaun and Yaz with his gorgeous daughter in tow, Todd, Sallome , Diallo (Keeper of the brain that could one day bring us to the light), Kirk, Naima A.K.A NBeansie, Jim and Ally (in spirit) “when inspired create”, Grae Enterprises (Timothy Grae, Jason, Niyah, Terrence, Sharon, and Tracy with the massage tent soothing away all those summertime blues. I saw what you guys were doing and I LIKED IT!), Apryl, Kufere, Vegas, Kwame, Manushka, Isis, Courtney, Chad (a truly good soul), Madame Cynthia St. Juste, Kwesi, Andrea and her girls, Esther, Estah and her friend (Head nod) “Sup” ;), Antoine with his bottles of champagne and new “lady friends” LOL, Demetria, Nicole, Patrice (Said in my strongest Haitian accent), Erik, Saul, Cary, Passion, Claudine, Regina, The sister circle, Sir Kevin Powell, Tony Martinez, Stacey, Dwayne (Boy Scouts 4 LIFE!), “Ji”, Markel, Kirk (a true gentlemen’s’ gentleman), Xiomara, Lorna, Jayson, Everett, Kissa “The Biker Chick”, and every other beautiful blessed warm soul that graced the grass in prospect park and later at The Outpost (My Sunday home away from home) both in body and spirit.

I DIDN'T TAKE ANY, BUT SOME OTHER PEOPLES PICTURES ARE COMING VERY SOON. HEY, IT'S NOT MY FAULT, I HAD HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY JUICE TO DISTRIBUTE, NO TIME FOR PICTURE TAKING.

OK, I HAD TO STEAL THIS LINE, BECUASE I THNK THIS ONE SENTENCE SAID IT ALL
"Black never looked so good."

(THANX D)

THERE IS TRULY ONLY ONE SONG THAT CAN SUM UP THE MIH HEATWAVE BBQ AND ALL THOSE THAT PARTICIPATED.

http://www.zshare.net/audio/27153853101687/

GVG
~we’re the warriors they write epics about~

UPDATE

Too tired to write a detailed recap of the beauty that was Heatwave, so i'm just posting Antoines. COMEDY!

Woke up Sunday w / Michael Buffer / Redman playing in my head. LET"S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!! I had to grab some food and drink some water cause I knew what was ahead from last year. Swung out to Queens and picked up Yvette aka "Senorita Margarita". I mean, Mango, Banana, and Peach Margaritas? In separate gallons? ONEST AGAIN, I kinda feel guilty and obligated to share my beautiful friends with the world cause they truly are the best.......(Big shout to Lisa P. for coming back from the Hamptons early for the bbq!) Did I tell you that all these women are fine already? Brothas, if you don't have em in your circle, please get your own cause you can't have mine! Remember the formula that is undeniable, keep pretty women around you and more will come!

We get to the park where David "Muscles" B. helps us unload and get into the park. Now, at this point it is 3pm. The sun is baking us all to a new crisp. We grab a spot on the lawn, sit down, and this one dude is just sitting on the lawn by himself as asks "Who is throwing this? What group?" I replied "Mihicon.com" ... he says "Man, I just followed the fine women walking into the park and they lead me here. I live across the way, I think I am going to go home and change and come back". I said "The More the merrier bredren,". Introducing Kirk "Unda my umbrella ella ella ay ay!!!. My bwoy went home threw on some shorts and kicks, and came back with the VIP section complete with umbrella and folding chairs.

Let the drinking begin!!! We walked a few laps, said wzup to the peoples, some people got on the line and grabbed some rice and peas, macaroni, bbq chicken, hamburgers, hot dogs etc. (Big Shout to Keenan "I got the sauce" Davis for holding down the grill) - Next year delegate that shit man!! We need you on the lawn!

A few mins later Dave B is like my boy Gardy is on the way.... Reinforcements!!! So - quick "mobile bar" alcohol inventory - We got a large case of Red Stripe (36), Heineken, Bacardi, Mount Gay, Margaritas (3 gallons), wine coolers, Coke, Water, Juice etc. More than the cooler could hold. Gardy, like superman comes off the bench with the MOJITO in the big momma tupperware carafe, complete with mint floating in dat!! It was straight banging hence the name "Happy Happy Joy Joy juice" Between the margaritas and the mojitos we had drinks that crept up on you slowly.... (like molasses. I will explain my blackout later.) Red, blue, clear solo cups everywhere. We helped some struggling shorties put together their tent, walked around danced to some beats, hip hop, reggae etc. At this point the VIP area is locked off, we are about 5-7 sheets / blankets deep. Old college heads from Boston and NY greet each other, hugs and pounds. A lot of old heads from around the way roll up. (Big Shout to April, Ama and Gordon, my original�Westbury fam!) Then out of nowhere - Judy's man dropped the crazy Ginger beer mix!! If you did not taste it, all i will say is we need that at the next picnic for real (and a Domino table)!!!

At about 5:45pm, we are looking around like we are almost out of drinks! Aint gonna front, I let some cute stragglers drink for free. I felt like for the view I was getting on them tight white pants, it was worth pouring something out!! (Big Shout out to Tania and Janice and my fellow BC Alumni! Big shout to KD and Alex and all the BU alumni that were in the building!!) THEN like a true soldier.....Kirk to the rescue! A mission was made and the team went to Kirk's crib and brought back all kind a ting (Champagne, Wine, Hypnotic etc etc) Hoorah Kirk!! RATID! SO now, I am walking around the park triple fisted with a champagne bottle and relying strictly on adrenaline.....I was so twisted that I had my camera in my pocket and could not even bring it out to take pics!! I wish i had gotten more flicks......Chuppssss....

Now, what goes up must come down.....Yvette starts peddling potato bread and potato salad to soak up the alcohol!!!! The KFC gets devoured as we crowd around the chicken like vultures (or addicts coming down off the high). The sun starts to come down and we look to pack up anticipating the darkness. Mother nature had other plans as it starts to rain a bit and we run like roaches with the lights on to the cars!!!! I know that heads headed over to Habana Outpost on Fulton and kept he party going. I had to head back to Philly, so the rain was my exit.

My Blackout - I managed to navigate my intoxicated self through BKLYN on memory alone to Bay Pkwy straight to the Verrazano and back to Philly in one piece. The funny thing is I woke up at 5am wide awake, like - how did i get here? Where is my cooler and blanket? Where are my clothes? - Yes, I hit the spot, stripped and fell out !!! That is from the Happy Happy Joy Joy Juice and the Margaritas that crept up on me.... I am on my 3rd large cup of coffee and 2nd Aquafina today!

Lastly, I can't stress enough how fine the women at the park were. CHEEZ ON!!! Like my boys used to say "Every year a new one turns 18!!!" I am in awe of you black women. You fill me with pride, joy, and an inner peace. To see you out in numbers, SWEET CHOCOLATE in all shades and sizes, you made my teeth hurt. I have a new cavity I am sure! It is all a man could ask for. Applause! (booty clapping in the summer dress!!)�Seriously tho, I am so humbled and proud to have you all as friends. I feel like I am a part of something special. This side of the black experience is not showcased enough.�No cops, no fights, no drama. The biggest panic, was when we almost ran out of drinks!!! Just wine, women, and song, the way it should be!

Sorry, ladies I can't describe the men in the park cause my vision was a little impaired!!! To quote Kirk, David, Markell, Jerome, Gardy, Gordon and the fam "What men?"!!!
Until next time.... I love my life!......See you in Miami - July 26-29! (http://www.jouvay.com/shaken_pay.html)�

MORE PIX TO COME VERY VERY SOON
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Special Thanx to the Brooklyn Circus for the photo

PREPARE TO HAVE YOUR EARS SEDUCED...

Welcome to a blessed new Sunday, you may ask why is it such a blessed Sunday, because you’re alive and that sun is shining bright. As anyone of you who keeps up with my ramblings on here may know I have a very strict NO RAP rule for my Sundays. So for the past two Sundays that this blog has been in existence I’ve given you a little taste of what was seducing my eardrums. Since I got such great feedback and request to post more of them, I have officially started it as a weekly series called, Drum roll please – “Audio Foreplay Sundays”. This first official week is going to have a very special Audio Foreplay sampling that was inspired by a set list I heard from my boy DJ M.O.S.s last gig for Russell Simmons’s RUSH FOUNDATIONS ART FOR LIFE BENEFIT. So here it is, Enjoy.

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Audio Foreplay Sampling 7.15.07

If you need me I’m going to be at the Sixth Annual MIH Heat wave BBQ in Prospect Park with 800 of the greatest black folk this country has to offer and one of my bestest Ally. Make the minutes count and drink lots and lots of Happy Happy Joy Joy Juice. TRUST!

GVG
~we’re the warriors they write epics about~

BASTILLE DAY?

WHY IS EVERYONE CELEBRATING BASTILLE DAY? FUCK THE FRENCH!!!!

This message brought to you by The Self Liberated Haitian Front THAT WHIPPED THEIR ASS, CELEBRATE THAT!!!!

START SOMETHIN! WE DARE YOU!

Boukman Eksperyans
“KE-M PA SOTE” = “MY HEART DOESN’T LEAP, I’M NOT AFRAID”

GVG
~We're the warriors they write epics about~

THE SELF LIBERATED HAITIAN FRONT
EST. 1804

Justice for all?

Below is a link to an article from the Louisiana weekly concerning “The Jena 6”, where one black teen was convicted by an all white jury with a white judge and white prosecutor for assaulting a white teen who said the word nigger and a whole lot of other things. Which was all spurred by teens at the same H.S. as these two teens who hung three nooses from a tree that the black teens in the school had begun to sit under during lunch. The other five teens are still awaiting trial on the same aforementioned case. Please read the full article in the attached link below.

http://www.louisianaweekly.com/weekly/news/articlegate.pl?20070709n

(Thanx Is)

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GVG
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WELCOME TO A NEW PHOTO SERIES...

I was always the person who would change the channel when commercials came on TV and flip the page when I got to Ads in magazines. However, after a short stint working for a Fashion and Arts magazine with one of my oh so many duties being handling all the ad buys, I became aware and then very impressed with some of the Ads, to the point that sometimes they got more attention from me than the articles in the magazines they chose to grace their art with. Yes I said ART; I have come to see these visual sales pieces as ART in its truest form; Art with purpose. I have a series of favorites that have MADE ME STOP AND TAKE NOTICE. Isn’t that exactly what the best art should do?

It is with that in mind that I am going to be starting a new series called “TAKING NOTICE: THE ADs THAT SCREAM 2 ME!” series (Working title). Below is my first offering which are my favorites from “The 50 Amazing Ads You Haven't Seen” that MoronLand did on their site, the second to last is a series of HIV/AIDS awareness print ads that ran in France and were produced by a French NGO (non-governmental organizations) called AIDES ("aide" means "support" or "help" in French), AIDES now operates in over 70 small towns and villages within France, and is recognized as one of the most important European HIV/AIDS NGOs, and the one at the bottom, also not included in the list, which affected me so deeply that whenever I saw it I didn’t know whether to hurl, run, or bow, but no matter what I thought about doing all I could do was stare at it. Always open to submissions of your favorites or tales of your experiences with powerful ads.

P.S. Trying to find the photo used for the gay men’s safe sex campaign when they ran the Ads of the island of Manhattan drawn to resemble a penis, with a condom draped over it. If you have it or know where I could find it I would truly appreciate the info.

Tampax ad. Do i really have to say more?


Post-it ad, we all have our techniques.


The full tagline reads "Gel lubricant by Durex. Enjoy the other side."


LIVE YOUR ART





I entitled this one “Play with me”


I entitled this one “Play with me 2”


This is an animal rights ad for THAT ASS! Full tagline was:
"DON'T TREAT OTHERS THE WAY YOU DON'T WANT TO BE TREATED"


If you wouldn't do this, then why would you...
HIV/AIDS awareness ads. Full tagline reads:
"Without a condom you’re making love with AIDS. Protect yourself."



Still freaks me out...



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GVG
~we're the warriors they write epics about~

Hillary vs. Obama

YES THREE POST IN ONE DAY, WHAT CAN I SAY I GOT A LOT OF PRODUCT TO GET OUT. Yes the black man made a badly veiled drug reference, next I'll rap. I KID! I KID!

Hillary vs. Obama

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GVG
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WHAT MAKES US FRIENDS?

It’s funny how you think you know someone till you realize you know almost nothing and probably will never know much more. For those that don’t know me I am developing a minor obsession with blogs, I love them, the candor, humor, writing (when it’s good), opinions and all the discussions they produce, and also envy the sincerity and vulnerability of my favorite bloggers. Being the blog addict I am, roaming the internet for my daily voyeuristic fix of all my favorites bloggers post, I kind of blog stalk them without them ever, ever, ever knowing or me acknowledging I even know that they can place a period at the end of a sentence with some sort of insight and/or wit before it.

It was because of this love and admiration of these individuals that for as long as I have been reading them I refused to create my own because I felt it would have been an injustice to create a blog if I wasn’t as willing to be as open with all the parts of who I am good, bad, and/or ugly. I started a journal years ago and even in the confines of that binded red journal I couldn’t bring myself to be “me” I was writing for you. Each entry would be laced with pop culture reference, jokes crafted to make the future reader bend over in laughter, over-explaining reference of my own memories, with none of my soul on the page or I like to say completely top shelf (I call generic things with no depth “Top shelf” because all you see is what’s sitting out and never openning the cabinets to see the real stuff inside), just plain formulaic and scripted in most entries. I have read that journal at different point over the years and have been amused by something’s while disgusted and embarrassed by others.

The reason I said all that was to say that I started this blog with a resolution to put it all on the table. Seeing as this thing is only a couple of weeks old, I’m still trying to find my way and seeing if I’m sticking to my resolve. One great thing that came out of doing this blog was the realization of how many people whom I call friends actually have blogs of their own that I never knew of. Reading those blogs has informed me more of who these people really are more than any conversations we’ve ever had in however many years we’ve had to have them.

I have a good friend whom I’ve known for years upon years and up until today when he e-mailed me to talk about my blog (Thanx for the constructive critics Sage, truly appreciated the sincerity and love), it wasn’t until I clicked on the link to his own photo blog that I realized that this person that I have called friend for well over a decade was an amazing photographer with an eye like no other person I have ever witness the work of. This kind of disturbed me while leaving me equally in awe of his work. What did this say about our “friendship” that I wasn’t aware of this huge separate part of his life. Was it my fault for not delving deeper into who he was below the laughs and good nature? Was it his fault for not opening me up to all the sides that made him whole? Was it both are faults for not believing enough in each other to believe we would both appreciate and love the artistic parts of ourselves full of pain, desire, and ambition? I sat at my computer for over an hour going through that photo blog of his and with each click I realized I knew less and less about my friend…

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GVG
~we’re the warriors they write epics about~

Pharoahe Monch just might resurrect Hip Hop with his “Desire”

I had written about ten paragraphs as to all the reasons Pharoahe Monch's new album "Desire" is one of the greatest albums I’ve heard in a very long time with deep analysis, song descriptions, line excerpts, and all the other formulaic things you’ve come to expect from any music review of today, but I think the title summed it up rather well and the video for “When the Gun Draws” posted below will be all the post script you need to truly understands what this man has in store for your ears. Prepare to be saved.

Pharoahe Monch "When the Gun Draws"


GVG
~we’re the warriors they write epics about~

THIS IS ONLY BUILT 4 CUBAN LINX...

To all my SERIOUS 90s HIP HOP LOVERS, I got something REAL SPECIAL for you. Need you to strap up those Polo boots, Eastlands, Gortex boots with the THE SPIKES, Hirachis, Airmax 95s (Pronounced Nine Fives), put on the Polo teddy sweater with the matching t-shirt under, matter of fact if you really on it I need you to throw on your polo INDIAN HEAD sweater (I’M SO FLY!) with those damage jeans, that Gap fisherman long brim cap sitting sssooo low it covers your cheeks, you know you need somewhere to put your TAPES so throw that Jansport on your back, THE BIG ONE WITH THE SUEDE ON THE BOTTOM, make sure your strings are in full effect then click on the link to the FIVE HOUR COMMMERCIAL FREE POSTING OF FUNK MASTER FLEX’s 90s MIX on music journalist Peter Rosenberg blog, Rosenberg has audio of the whole 5 hour set. IT’S CRAZY!!! I’M OUTTY 5000; NEED TO GO BUILD WITH THE GODS, PEACE OUT SON!

*TWO FINGERS IN THE AIR* PEACE IN THE MIDDLE EAST
(HOW MESSED UP IS IT THAT ACTUALLY STILL IS RELAVENT?)

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GVG
~we’re the warriors they write epics about~

UPDATE

OMG, BIG BIG BIG THANX to Ms. Dooright for sending me the vid of Arsenio Halls last show Hip Hop cipher with EVERYONE THAT MATTERED, seriously always thought this was so much Harder than YO! MTV RAP’s cipher from their last show. All I can say to this is WWWOOOWWW!!!

Days/Nights/Day again like this...

I "woke up" with all intentions of writing about the AMAZING Saturday I had in BROOKLYNNNNNNN. This seems to be a new trend developing that I am ecstatic about. So as I was saying I was about to tell you about yesterday/this morning until I read my Brooklyn co-pilot Dave's TWO "Question of the night" texts and i think he posed it better than anyway i could write it. (DAVE, YOU KNOW YOUR ASS WASN'T DRUNK DOING CRITICAL ANAYLIST AT 2AM, THAT'S NOT WHAT THE HELL I CALL DRUNK TEXTIN). Going to start calling us "THE WARRIORS", because we some Brooklyn dudes who always have some crazy adventures. Here they are:

FIRST TEXT

"Why am I done? Drunk, nice whateva you call it? Maybe it’s because I played a strange drinking game in someone's house! Hah! And now at a weird bar in BK with these bohemian, Nubian folks!!!! Do I Look bohemian to u??? Damn u Gardy!!!!! I’m surprised I’m keeping it together (10-15 drinks lata ) Well I hope u good folks are enjoying this hot ass night. It should be 90 degrees plus tomorrow all over. Sweat city! Use dem roll-ons! I may indulge in one"

SECOND TEXT

"Question of the Night

where da fuck did this nicca Gardy get a bag of bread from at 2AM???? Shyt. The Jews???? Muslims?? Where? Granted it was needed but no bodegas are open. Could Gard be a closet bread dealer???? Hmmmmm..... Ok I hope my blackberry spell check is on point cause I’m DONE! Official! Shout out to the Last Poets. My man Oba's father is a member! Check em out. Off to more water and bread. I think Gard found some special bread from a strange Haitian woman. Sak passe!!"

THAT'S JUST FUNNY, I DON'T CARE WHERE YOU FROM!!!

As you know it's Sunday which means NO RAP, so today’s audio foreplay choice is in honor of Abiodun Oyewole of The Last Poets whom I had the awe inspiring experience and honor of meeting at the 36th annual international African arts festival in Brooklyn yesterday. Their 1970 self titled debut “The last Poets” album TO THIS DAY still brings up emotions in me like no other single piece of music, literature, and/or art. Thank you sir for living up to the legend I created of you.

The Last Poets - Niggaz Are Scared Of Revolution


I AM BLASTING MY BOY DJ M.O.S.’s "BACK TO THE EIGHTIES” mixtape right now, I would say sorry to my neighbors, but they know me already.

It's Sunday and if you've ever met me you know where I'm going a bit later and will be all day. BROOKLYNITES UNITE!!!!

PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS HERE IF YOU HAVE THEM, WOULD LOVE TO READ WHAT YOU THINK.

GVG
~we're the warriors they write epics~

P.S. A very very special shout to the all the amazing individuals I met, re-met, and saw for the millionth time who participated in making yesterday one to write about. You are my peoples for life and I love and appreciate the additions you've made to my memories. Peace and Blessings

Ghosts of Cité Soleil

Ghosts of Cité Soleil Trailer



Asger Leth's intense new film Ghosts of Cité Soleil about life and death in Port-Au-Prince, Haiti's most desperate slum, but this trailer and the film's website are both packed with images and sounds worthy of your time and attention.

GVG
~we’re the warriors they write epics about~

THE INFAMOUS WATERMELON BLOG

PREFACE

Below is the long long awaited WATERMELON blog. Exactly a year ago today, an awe inspiring and life changing incident happened to me. For a variety of reason this blog was never published, I had an opportunity to have the article published, but just wasn't 100% satisfied with the product I had produced and felt it was too important an issue to be written badly or done half assly. One of my biggest issues was the struggle of trying to figure out the direction and style I should take with the text. Whether I should write it as an editorial, with it taking on my perspective and point of view as the biased writer and participant to push the conversation and public opinion in the direction I felt the populous should have with conclusions and analyst or a journalistic approach, strictly fact based to allow for discussions based solely on the facts of the occurrence and on the readers varied views. With no clear answer, I decided to shelve it. Yes! Yes! Yes! I know and agree with you "Doing nothing about a problem means you’re just as responsible for it". I feel that my actions in my community prove that I'm pro-active, just that in this one case I decided to not take the shot. However, my close friends have heard the story and passed it on to all their friends and so on and so on and so on, to the point that's it's become a mythical urban legend that's grown to have a life of its own. This incident that happened a year ago yet as late as last Sunday someone whom I've never met or even to this moment truly figured out the six degrees that connects us approached me at my usual watering hole and asked "Aren't you the guy who wrote the watermelon blog?" It shocked me, but it has happened so many times over the course of the past year that it's actually grown into a big inside joke amongst all my friends "The greatest blog never written" as they, my friends, have come to refer to it as. I would in nnnooo way go that far, but I will say it's something that needs to be seen and discussed. This is where you come in, it's a year to the day and I'm giving you the product uncut and raw, take it, use it, and pass it on.


CHAPTER ONE OF ONE

It took a few days for me to truly wrap my brain around the cumbersome event that I witnessed on the evening of Wednesday July 5th 2006, just a few blocks from my apartment in Brooklyn.

A friend and I were walking up Flatbush Avenue towards Church Avenue, which is one of the busiest and densely black populated areas in New York City. As we proceeded, I saw what I believed at the time was a delusional mirage. Head tilting and neck stretching, I checked my vision for accuracy; before me were15-20 blond haired, blue eyed, white missionaries clad in red stenciled t-shirts, denim shorts and flip-flops, singing “Negro Spirituals” to acoustic guitars, as they vigorously attempted to convert the heathens of East Flatbush. This was truly one of the last signs of the impending apocalyptic prophesy – the gentrification of East Flatbush (the first being that I am able to get sushi delivered to my apartment).

However, the aforementioned scenery wasn't the complete reason for my amazement and awe. Further examination revealed a petit, 5'1" white woman holding a colossal tray filled to capacity, without enough space for even a grain of sand to nestle. In her small porcelain pink and white hands, she carried this huge tray filled to the edges with none other than, wait for it—WATERMELON! Yes watermelon. This white missionary vigorously distributed liberally proportioned slices of watermelon to a massive group of congregated black people at the corner of Church and Flatbush Avenues in front of the Flatbush Dutch Reformed Church.

"WOULD YOU LIKE SOME JUICY WATERMELON? HOW ABOUT YOU, WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY SOME OF THIS WATERMEOLON?" she eagerly sang to the crowd.

When she turned to me and offered me a piece of fruit, I stood there dumbfounded as I tried with earnest to catch my breath and regain my composure; My jaw dropped and hit the pavement, but not one word could escape my mouth. I had to take a moment so that I would not verbalize my unedited thoughts. Unconsciously, my hand flew to my mouth and covered it as droves of black men, women, and children, like a scene from a third world country, extended their hands, like beggars, pushing and shoving, clawing and grabbing at the tray to help themselves to the watermelon. Behind the missionaries were two more large watermelons perched on a table waiting to be cut up and passed on to the masses.

After my heart settled from whence it came, I declined the offer in the most professional and amicable tone that I could have conjured for such an awkward moment. I then asked her if I could take a picture. "Sure,” she said. “If you try my watermelon," she continued with a blind smile. Again I declined, “That’s not happenin’. But I would still like to take the picture." She agreed.

YES THERE ARE PICTURE, BECAUSE WITHOUT THEM I WOULDN'T HAVE BELIEVED THIS STORY MYSELF. UNFORTUNATELY, THE BEST PIC OF HER LEANING THE TRAY FORWARD IN AN ATTEMPT TO ENTICE ME TO TRY THE WATERMELLON WITH THE BIGGEST SMILE LOOKING LIKE A BLEACHED SKINNED MAMMY PHOTO WAS ACCIDENTLY DELETED IN MY MOMENT OF PURE SHOCK AND BAFFLEMENT.

At this point, my friend grabbed my upper arm and led me away. I have been accused of being hypersensitive. Of being easily agitated. Of overreacting in the past. So to make sure this wasn't one of those moments, I presented the scenario to a black Caribbean man, the manager of a store across the street from the church. He looked at me dead in my face and uttered the following word with precision and clarity as if to spell it. “Liar,” he said as he emphasized each syllable in a serious playful laughter as if I were crazy. I looked at him; once again, I felt my stomach releasing its contents in my mouth. This man with a bold straight face called a potential customer a stone faced liar. I anticipated that reaction so I produced the photos for him to see. And he too lost his insides. To verify what he had seen, he called his employees to bear witness. Like a perennial synchronized swan song, they posed the question that has been asked by those to whom I've told this tale "WHERE WAS THE FRIED CHICKEN?!?!?!?!"

The remark and reaction vindicated me in my emotion and I was ready to step out in a state of righteous indignation. My friend attempted to grab and warn me of my temper and possible inpending incarceration. What was I to do? I was not built to simply avert my eyes and walk away. We went back to the church. By this time, a mullato girl who was closer to being albino with a bit of kink in her hair was given the task of holding the tray of watermelon to entice the masses.

NOW I KNOW THIS SHIT IS REALLY FUCKED UP! BECAUSE YOU REALIZED FROM MY FIRST PASSING HOW CRAZY AN IMAGE IT WAS. SO THEY HAD THE GIRL WITH A DROPLET OF BLACK TAKE OVER AS IF THAT WOULD MAKE THINGS ANY BETTER.

This new episode enraged me like nothing else; but I was well aware of the circumstances, the possible perception of the situation and the expectations of the observers. I nonchalantly approached the little smiling white woman with an inviting smile and calm demeanor. I remained consciously cautious of any possible misinterpretation of my body language and controlled the habit of moving my hands and torso in anger.

“May I ask you a question?" I asked. Still aware of and conscious of my body.

"Sure." Smiled as if I had returned for a chunk of the triangular piece of melon.

"Don't you believe that it's culturally insensitive for a group of white missionaries and yourself, also a white woman, to stand on the corner of Church and Flatbush, a predominantly black neighborhood and pass out watermelon?" Seeking answer.

The gate to the church courtyard swung open and the missionaries were ushered back into the walls of their sanctuary like little children at the sound of a school bell. The only black organizer, a woman with a worried frown, walked over and from a distance gave me a stern look of disapproval. She tried but failed to coax the white woman back inside. To the white woman’s credit, she truly believed she had a soul to reach.

"Well…” Ready to defend her righteousness. “I saw Latinos passing too."

"Oh my God. Please don't do that." Begging for some sense of decency.

"Did I offend you?" Seeming unaware of her actions.

"I wouldn't be here if you didn't." Reassuring discontentment.

"We didn't mean to offend anyone.” Apologetic. “I don't see what was wrong with us giving watermelon out." Clearly oblivious of history.

"It's a hot summers day, and I like to eat watermelon on days like this. So why not share the watermelon with everyone?"

We were standing on the steps of one of the oldest Dutch churches in America, which has its own twisted history. It was a terrifyingly hot evening. A slew of shoppers, like a swarm of bees, rammed into us as they rushed to get to the stores before they closed. In the middle of the conversation, a Caribbean man, probably in his forties, sat in his overalls and company hat along with a friend who was dressed the same. They got up and each one took a SECOND piece of watermelon. They devoured their prize. Now take a minute and picture this: watermelon is not a neatly eaten fruit. The first man, with a full slice of watermelon in his left hand, dived back into the half eaten piece in his right hand, while the juices gushed down either side of his mouth as he spit the seeds upon the sidewalk. It was with this image of the minstrel man that I lost it in the most calm of ways for myself.

Clearly frustrated, I screamed, “STOP EATING THE WATERMELON! LOOK AT THE IMAGE YOU’RE CREATING!”

To which he responded in a voice laced with the accent of his native Jamaica, “Mon, just eat deh whatahmelon. It’s gourd.” He chuckled.

The white woman that I clearly towered over released a grim smile of approval.

"You have to know this image holds terrible social and historical stereotypically negative connotation associated with us as a race. And you truly don't see what's wrong with it?" I asked her

The token black organizer interrupted again in an attempt to usher the white woman back inside without ever taking one step towards us. I asked her to join the conversation seeing as it involved her just as much if not more. My invitation went unheard. The white woman, with a jovial smile apologized and claimed that it wouldn't happen again. She then went back into the fold and the big black gates slammed behind her as if five hundred years of history did not matter.

PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS HERE IF YOU HAVE THEM, WOULD LOVE TO READ WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY.

GVG
~we're the warriors they write epics about~

FOURTH OF JULY?!?!? NOT MY DAY OF INDEPENDENCE.

CLICK ON THE LINK BELOW

http://www.zshare.net/audio/25601811791cfa/

Could anyone have said it better than Sir Flava Flav?

“Picture us coolin’ out on the fourth of July and if you heard we were celebratin,’ that’s a worldwide LIE!”

PUBLIC ENEMY- LOUDER THAN A BOMB


Bob Marley - Redemption Song




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~we're the warriors they write epics about~

PRESS PLAY

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~we're the warriors they write epics about~

HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN!!!

SYSTEM BAND IS BACK!!!

System Band "Katel"


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We fall so we can learn how to rise again...

This is what I call “feel good” music. Come back whole
Ms. Hill, YOU CAN BLOW TOO! PLEASE DON’T STOP!!! I BEG YOU!

His eye is on the sparrow


This is the full song from the Sister Act 2 soundtrack with Lauren Hill, but I unfortunately don't know the other young womans name.

GVG
~we’re the warriors they write epics about~

Sad state of musical affairs...

I just had someone e-mail me the new 50 cents single "I get money" with the subject being "The hottest song out". If this is truly the case than Hip Hop as we know it isn't only DEAD as Nas so eloquently proclaimed it, it's buried, disintegrated, and lost in an unmarked grave. The only reason that 50 cent's song is even palatable is because of the sampling of Audio Two’s 1988 huge classic hit single “Top Billin”. The same reason Mary J. Blige used it to break her career with it on her hit single “Real love” back in 1992 off of her debut album “What’s the 411” and now 50 cent has reverted to the same tactics of trying to use the nostalgia of a sample to gain spins hoping no one notices they only really like the song because it reminds them of the original song while hearing the sample playing in the back as opposed to any of the verses the artist just threw in to fill in the spaces in between. This is a tactic brought upon by fear and unoriginality because he sees himself starting to lose his popularity and music career (THANK GOD!) with two flopped attempts at singles with "amusement park" and "Straight to the bank". Below are both sample uses and the original, you can be the judge.

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GVG
~we're the warriors they write epics about~

50 Cent “ I GET MONEY”


Mary J. Blige “Real Love”


Audio Two “TOP BILLIN”

OMG IMPORTANT UPDATE:

WHILE I WAS WRITING THE ABOVE POST I FELT LIKE I WAS SHORT CHANGING AUDIO TWO ON HOW MANY PEOPLE USED THE SAMPLE TO GET THAT NOSTALGIC HIT. SO I JUST LOOKED IT UP ON WIKIPEDIA (ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITE SITES) AND I WAS BLOWN AWAY WITH WHAT I FOUND. HERE IS THE LIST OF ARTISTS AND THE WAYS THEY'VE USED THE SAMPLE OVER THE YEARS AND I'M CERTAINLY SURE THERE ARE EVEN MORE OUT THERE.

• "Wreck Shop (Remix)" by Wreckx-N-Effect used the drum break from Top Billin'.
  
• The beat for Mary J. Blige's 1992 hit single, "Real Love," comes from the beat for this song.

• The intro to The Notorious B.I.G.'s debut album Ready to Die samples Top Billin' behind a skit of a train robbery.
• "I Got 5 on It" by The Luniz samples the line "Got it? Good" from Top Billin'.
  
• "Bitch Niggaz" from Dr. Dre's album 2001 samples a line from Top Billin' ("stop scheming, and looking hard").
  
• The lines "Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin', what more can I say, we stay building" on Talib Kweli's song Too Late is inspired by Audio Two's Top Billin'.
  
• "We Trying to Stay Alive" by Wyclef Jean samples Top Billin', and more prominently samples "Stayin' Alive" by the BeeGees.
  
• Madlib also used a short break from the track on Quasimoto's "Basic Instinct."
  
• "What More Can I Say" by Jay-Z from The Black Album takes its name from a line from Top Billin'.
  
• Danger Mouse samples the line "What more can I say" in his remix of the Jay-Z song "What More can I Say" on The Grey Album.
  
• The same line is used in "Is He Ill" by MF Doom.
  
• Earatik Statik samples the line "on and on and on" from Top Billin' on their song "Evil is Timeless."
  
• The song "Chillin'" by Erick Sermon, Talib Kweli and Whip Montez has a chorus completely based upon that of "Top Billin'"
  
• "SexyLove (Remix)" by Ne-Yo and Candace Jones features the "Top Billin'" drum break punctuating the end of each musical phrase.
  
• "Pop the Glock" by Uffie is in large-part based both lyrically and musically upon "Top Billin'".
  
• "Get To Poppin'" by Rich Boy
  
• The track "Why Wout I" by Beanie Sigel that appears on the State Property mixtape "Out On Bail" uses a similar line to the chorus. Sigel rhymes "Sige is chillin', stackin' shit to the ceilin', what would I ever say about a killin'?"
  
• "Top Billin'" appears on Tony Hawk's Underground 2.
  
• "Top Billin'" is sampled in the chorus of 50 Cent's new single "I Get Money"
  
• "Top Billin'" is sampled in the chorus of Lil' Flip's song "I Get Money" (Feautring Jim Jones)
  
• "Top Billin'" is sampled in Apathy's song "The Buck Stops Here."

LIKE THE LINE SAYS

"WHAT MORE CAN I SAY!!!"

TYLER LYNCH TURNS SMART PEOPLE DUMB

Tyler Perry's House of Payne A.K.A COONS GONE WILD

“I could go OFF on a long diatribe as to all the reason why Tyler Perry's House of Payne A.K.A COONS GONE WILD is the worst thing to be put on TV since the shucking and jiving, Tom foolery of Amos 'n' Andy and all the other shows of the same ilk from that era, but why would I waste any more of my time on such garbage. Sufficed to say the race has officially been set back 50 years. THANX FOR THE HELP TYLER LYNCH!”

A couple of weeks ago I had a whole bunch of people respond to the text above that I had sent out as a bulletin on my space page concerning Tyler Lynch and his new show “House of Payne”. Very mixed response from people who 100% agreed with me, to people who agreed with me but believed my verbiage was a bit too harsh (Cous Steph included), and “The Tylerphytes” as I shall from now on refer to them as, people who see him as the second coming of Langston Hughes. To this sect Tyler Lynch, as I shall FOREVER refer to him as, can do no wrong and anyone who disagrees is a hater, a crab in the barrel, an Oreo, etc. DID YOU REALLY CALL ME ALL THOSE THINGS? OREO? ME? Ok, I’ve been called worst so fuck it, bring it on!

So during a conversation/debate/ all out fight with two woman one of which is an elder in my building whom I’ve known my whole life and has given me firsthand accounts of Malcolm X speaking in Harlem, referred me to some of my now favorite authors and always called me on my shit as a black man while acknowledging how good a black man and reflection of my mother’s positive influence I am, I have to admit I was surprised DUMBFOUDNED, when I found out that she was a Tylerphytes. This woman who I would go out of my way to see when I had just finished a Baldwin, Hughes, Hurston, Dubious work, so we could discuss all the points and underlined meanings of each and every word they penned, yes this was the same woman now calling me a “hater” (THE COMEDY OF HER USING THE TERM HATER NEVER CEASES TO CRACK ME UP) for thinking Tyler Lynch played to the lowest common denominator, while at the same time lowered societies view of us as a people even more than it already was, and doing a disservice to all those impressionable youths who saw his work as real theatre and film.

This conversation with her was actually spurred by another poster to my bulletin who said that I couldn’t talk about the man unless I had seen his "movies" and/or "plays". I being a person who doesn’t just hate something sight unseen like those Christians who pretested Dogma without ever seeing anything other than the title, I sat through “Mad Black Woman” and almost made it through 15 whole minutes of “Tyler Lynch's House of Payne A.K.A COONS GONE WILD”, But this poster told me that seeing his latest work “Daddy’s little girl” would turn ME into a fan. Which by the way starred two of my current favorite actors Idris Elba, who made me cancel all my Sunday plans for the past three years to watch him play the coolest, smartest, smoothest drug lord ever as Russell 'Stringer' Bell on HBO’s HIT SERIES “The Wire” (YES! YES! YES! ME OF ALL PEOPLE KNOW ALL THE ARUGUEMENTS TO BE MADE FOR THE PERPETUATING OF A STEREOTYPE OF BLACK MEN, BUT IT WAS AND IS A DAMN GOOD SHOW WITH AMAZING WRITING, WHICH ACTUALLY SHOWED US IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT IN THE SAME SCENE. WATCH FOR YOURSELF AND SEE WHAT I MEAN). If you haven’t seen it yet, shoot yourself in the foot then limp your ass to the store and buy the series DVDs and Gabrielle Unions, my future ex wife and mother of at least five of my literary snob offspring.

So being the open minded individual and partially because I knew it would undoubtedly give me more ammunition for later rebuttals for Tylerphyte crushing I went to my local Blockbuster, which if you read my previous post “In the beginning there was the word…”, you’d remember it’s a prodomently “mostly mid-upper middle working class black” neighborhood, I attempted for 5 days in a row to find this “Movie” to no avail, all 100 or so copies were always out (BY WHO? I WOULD ASK, GOD IS THAT ANOTHER POST FOR ANOTHER DAY) anyway so on the sixth day I finally got a copy of his movie and on my way home I ran into the two above mentioned women and while not doing a good enough job of trying to hide the DVD in the black plastic bag I got from the corner store, stuck DEEP down into my back pocket with my shirt strategically layered over it they saw the bulge and ask to see what I was hiding with shame and a 10 min preface I finally pulled it out. Both their faces lit up while asking to borrow it when I was done, This DISTURBED THE SHIT out of me. This was the point when she called me a hater when I voiced my surprise in her so anxiously wanting to see such garbage. She asked if I had ever seen his work in a rather condescending way to say “If you had you wouldn’t be talking like that” This from the woman who has an up-close shot she took of herself with Malcolm on 134 st uptown.

I’m not going to go into the argument that ensued from there, but it left me with a very bad taste in my mouth, both because I didn’t go as hard as I usually would have in an argument because I respected her as an elder and I flinched on the kill shot which had her walking away still believing in Tyler Lynch and I think that’s the biggest injustice of the whole evening and second because I don’t like how the tactics both women used to dismiss my well crafted highly more superior points. So I’m working on another blog concerning this practice and others like it as we speak.

So back to the film, I finally got it back from my neighbor who by the way bragged about how her and her two boys approximately 13 and 15 yrs of age had watched the movie 3 times and she would be proud if her sons grow up to be like Idris Elba’s character or better yet if they were Gabrielle Unions character who is a partner at a top law firm, and I quote “if they grew to be that successful she (the mother of said two boys) would be honored if they ended up with a single mother of three living in the projects with a drug dealer baby daddy” because it would show their character and their love for their mother who was in a similar situation. REALLY? DON”T WE WANT BETTER FOR OUR CHILDREN? OURSELVES? Which brings me to one of the main issues I have with Tyler Lynch’s new Coons Gone Wild Production, why is it bad to want to be with someone with similar goals and lives as you? If I spent all that time striving to be as great as I can be in my personal, academia, career, and social life, why should I be looked upon as a sell out because I expect the same out of the woman I am blessed to call my partner? The movie has Gabrielle spewing the same bullshit about how if you are a successful, driven, intelligent black women in America who doesn’t date white men or rappers you might as well buy a vibrator and ten cats because there is no hope at all of you ever finding a counterpart of the same crème.

PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS HERE IF YOU HAVE THEM, WOULD LOVE TO READ WHAT YOU THINK.

BELOW ARE TWO SAMPLES OF TYLER LYNCH'S WORK AND THE THIRD IS A PIECE CONCERNING HOW HIS OWN THEATRE INDUSTRY VIEWS HIM.

GVG
~we're the warriors they write epics about~

UPDATE

OMG THANX TO NBEANSIE FOR PUTTING ME ON TO THIS CLIP OF THE DUAL COONS ON OPRAH THE MISSIONARY.

Check out this video: Tyler Perry as "Madea" on Oprah



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NUFF SAID!

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~we're the warriors they write epics about~

"YOU NEED TO GIT UP, GIT OUT, AND GIT SOMETHIN. DON’T LET THE DAYS OF YOUR LIFE PASSS BY!!!" IT'S SUNDAY!

For years I’ve had a NO RAP on Sundays rule. Sunday is my day to let my ears be seduced by the songs of the entire world not the block, usually a mix of Soca, JAZZ (inside joke), spoken word, French, African, Funk, HIP HOP (YES THERE IS A DIFFERENCE), soul, the unclassified, Kompa (Haitian music, except that Kassav is one of my favorite bands and they’re from Martinique, but we’ll keep that to ourselves), etc. I thought I’d share a small video sampling of the audio foreplay that’s going on today. Enjoy

THIS IS MY ALARM CLOCK MUSIC. WAKE YOUR ASSES UP, IT’S SUNDAY!!!

OUTKAST FT CEE-LO GREEN "GIT UP, GET OUT"


KASSAV LIVE


Zap Mama - Sweet Melodie


KASSAV - "OU LE"


CARIMI “KIDNAPPING”



Boubacar "Kar Kar" Traoré & Ali Farka Touré - Diarabi


"God is trying to tell you something." - (The Color Purple)


Ok, you guys are making me late. I’m going to the Afropunk festival block party at BAM. Make the minutes count.

GVG
~we're the warriors they write epics about~

UPDATE:

ONCE I GOT HOME I HAD TO ADD THIS TO THE POST, IT'S SELF EXPLANATORY!!!!

Ice Cube-Today Was A Good Day