Call It A Quickie…But Don’t Call It A Comeback
Okay…so clearly I messed up by posting everyday last week. Now it seems that some people (I’m not saying names…Edwige) assume that I’m gonna keep up the marathon. Funny how those same folks don’t update everyday themselves…
Once again, I’m not saying names here!! That wouldn’t be right…
*cough*Edwige*cough*
Either way, today is just a quickpost for that ass. Mostly because myself and one my bred-ren have started a music review blog. It’s in its infant stages but I like to argue about music…and between me and my boy, I don’t think we’ve had a conversation in the past 4 years that hasn’t been in some form or fashion music related. It can start with life, and end up with why Jay-Z needs to stop putting crappy beats on his albums. Apparently, there isn’t a single thing in life that can’t be tied to music.
Bar exam??? Straight! But did you hear that new Van Hunt song???
My girl fell down a flight of stairs???? Shit…that sucks. But it CAN’T be as bad as that new Ashanti album!!!!
See what I mean???
So without further ado…welcome too…
…featuring (so far) Panama Jackson and Johnny Kwest
My boy reviewed The Game’s new CD, The Documentary, and its a classic. I’ll be doing a reactionary review of John Legend’s Cd, Get Lifted, pretty soon cuz I can’t BELIEVE Vibe Magazine gave that joint a freakin’ 5 (Classic rating). Da hell album did they get??? Then had the nerve to give it a 2 paragraph discussion. If you call it a classic, you owe me an explanation!!! At least more than two paragraphs. Anyway…that’s coming along with some of our lists of things you just need to know AKA News You Can Use!!!
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It’s time for another edition of Good Idea/Bad Idea!
Say you are a chick and go out with your boyfriend. Say you and your boyfriend get drunk. Say you’re white, even.
Now let’s say you and your boyfriend accidentally tap the back of a grown ass black man’s car trying to get out of a parking lot. Say the grown ass black man gets out of his car and asks you about it. Say you decide your drunk ass wants to get smart. Say, you want to use that one word that causes black folks to go off. Just say, just say…Let’s look at what can happen to you, k????
Good idea: Saying it in your head!
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Lastly, I went to see Coach Carter yesterday. It was actually a pretty good movie. In fact, it was a very entertaining movie. I’d recommend it. But what stood out to me is a poem quoted in the movie by one of the thugs on the basketball team that Sam Jackson kept referencing. It was just profound to me…so I thought I’d share it here…something to think about cuz it was that deep to me. And not deep, in the I wear earthtones kind of way…like in the real actual thought, I can take something away from this deep. Either way, enjoy…
Our Greatest Fear by Marianne Williamson
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light , not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of god. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world.
There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make and manifest the glory of god that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.