Random Thoughts on a Whimsical Wednesday…
…which is something like a manic Monday, only not at all.
-Today, September 13, 2006, marks the 10th anniversary of the death of Tupac Amaru Shakur. I’m a huge fan of Pac. I have the books, the DVDs, the albums. Not that I’d be out there stalking him if he was alive or anything, but he’s just one of the most interesting characters in Black history. He singlehandedly managed to make every Black man feel insecure.
Pac managed to be every Black man at the exact same time. From the thug to the educated. His story is the blueprint that so many of our favorite rappers wish they had. Just real and unapologetic in every sense of the word. Reckless with heart. Angered compassion. He could take you from revenge to heartfelt in a matter of minutes.
And to this day he is STILL the only rapper to make a song about his mother that I don’t find to be somewhat contrived and ubergay.
Back to the insecure thing, Tupac died at age 25. 25!! It seems like he accomplished enough for two lifetimes when he died. And that number often makes me feel like I haven’t done as much as I should have by this point in life. I know, its kind of dumb to compare myself to Tupac, but I feel like he epitomized making the most out of your time here and I don’t think I have. Pac had major reach and his death made him legendary. Perhaps I should set up my death by 29 or something to make sure that I can cement me a spot in recorded history.
Of course, that would require me to make some indelible mark on mankind by then. Dammit, I suppose I should get started, huh?
RIP Tupac.
Oh and he’s a Gemini like yours truly and nearly every other great mind in rap history: Biggie, Andre 3000, Kanye…apparently my greatness is in the stars.
Sadatay bitches, sadatay.
Wow that was long.
-As spotted over at Ummah Park and KillaCal’s site, the Council of Negroes Who Care About Thugs hereby name September 13 as Thug Awareness Day. Check out Ummah Park for more details. For real.
-I like pop music. But I only like pop music that doesn’t attempt to fool me with its integrity or attempts at bringing something of substance to the table. Nope, I like my pop music geared for radio and television and with minimal redeemable value. In fact, if I don’t initially feel a twinge of guilt for liking it, then I have to let it go. Such is the case with The Pussycat Dolls. I, Panama, am a fan of the Pussycat Dolls. If they’re good enough for Snoop and Busta, then by George Michael, they’re good enough for me.
Such is ALSO the case with Fergie. Her new album, The Dutchess, is coming out in stores on September 19th. And let me tell you, this is a good pop album. But it’s weird in that its also…genuine. I don’t get the feeling when I’m listening to it that its just an album for album’s sake. It seems like Fergie and Will.I.Am of the Black Eyed Peas had a focus and hit their target head on. This might sound a little weird, but she sounds a little like Esthero when she’s singing.
Now if we could just do something about the uber-corniness of some of the BEP’s music and have them just put out stuff like Fergie’s album then they’d be alright.
And I’m calling it right here, the song “Glamorous featuring Ludacris”?? Certified fuckin’ smash hit. I predict that with the proper marketing, this album should do ridiculously well.
In fact, I guarantee you that you will like this album if you procure it, either from legal or illegal sources.
Put some stank on it!
-What the hell, I like Omarion too.
-Yesterday, I went to McDonald’s. A man paid for his entire order with pennies. I think I hate him. Pennies. The fucker pulled out a bag and everything. I think that if you’re going to do this, you should tell somebody ahead of time so they can open a special “Assholes ‘R Us” line. I know the shit is currency but for real, there’s a reason people chuck pennies in fountains across the nation.
Because it’s a fuckin’ penny and if you pay for a meal with a bunch of them it’s going to take a while to count out the 600 or so pennies you are going to need. Toss the fuckers and use bills, bitch.
-I love celebrities, I swear I do. You know who I love more? Pseudo-celebrities like Lupe Fiasco. Apparently he’s not a big enough celebrity yet to realize that going tit-for-tat with a nigga with nothing to lose and a forum that thousands of muhfuckas love to sound off on is not a good look for his manhood. Yes, I’m saying it, Lupe is a pussy. A well-intentioned one who’s feelings were hurt by one Byron Crawford, but sheesh. You see, XXL Magazine has a site where Byron is a columnist. Most bloggers have heard of him in some form of fashion. Cool cat as far as I’m concerned. Shit he’s a blogger. We all say what the fuck we feel when we feel it, right or wrong. Facts and fiction often straddle the same line. It’s a blog, not the New York Times.
Oh, right.
Well, apparently Lupe took issue with some of Byron’s comments that Lupe need calm the fuck down about his album being leaked early and that maybe he did it himself to drum up publicity.
First off, in today’s day and age, a leaked album is just the order of the day. If you manage to keep your album under wraps until the Friday before its official release a la T.I.’s King, you’ve managed to do something right. Hell, I get albums weeks ahead of time. And don’t give a shit who takes issue with it. Fuck ‘em.
Well, big Lupe dog, went on a rant on his guest blog over at XXL taking shots at Byron similar to how DJ “Gangsta but thin skinned Grills” Drama used to go at him. It’s really quite entertaining in a trainwreck kind of way. These niggas (Lupe and DJ Drama) are paid entertainers and take full issue with some shit niggas say on their blogs. Trust me, the pen is mightier than the sword.
But umm…Lupe, IT’S A FUCKIN’ BLOG. Get over yourself and focus on making sure your album doesn’t brick. I hate folks who get their panties all in a tiff when anybody says anything about them that makes them look less than stellar. Bitches.
How are you going to be in the entertainment industry with thin skin?
Why do I need ID to get ID?
-How come I’ve never heard of this group The Postal Service before? It’s some electronica stuff from some cats from the West Coast somewhere. I went to my local crack house yesterday, CD Depot in College Park, MD, and they were playing their CD in the store. Needless to say, much coppage was made.
-Parallel parking while both tired and slightly (slightly) inebriated poses much more difficulty than one might imagine, or so I’ve heard.
-I’m really wondering at what age do people stop making completely stupid life decisions. Over the past few weeks, I’ve come across a few folks who have done some uberfuckin’ stupid things under the guise of, I didn’t know any better…and they’re damn near 30.
Somebody needs to get to writing a Life Handbook stat.
-The Atlanta Braves are officially out of the playoff picture for the first time in since 1990. Woe is me. Except I don’t give a shit about baseball. But the Falcon’s beat Carolina’s ass on Sunday. Straight up pimp, if you want me you can find me in…
…DC.
But I’d rather you could find me in the A…A…A…A.
-For my folks in DC, tonight is going to be the last time we do the Stock13 Event at Bohemian Caverns in its current format. Yes, tonight might be the last night I host for quite some time. I will still be involved with how we do things, just behind the scenes. Yes, my sexxy will not be front and center anymore. Tonight we have comedian Cocoa Brown coming through. She’s quite the celebrated comedian so you might want to come through for that. And the most famous words in the English language…and simulataneously the most popular words…
OPEN BAR UNTIL 7PM.
Bohemian Caverns at the corner of 11th and U Streets, NW. The new format will still consist of an afterparty so you can always come party with the kid whenever your in town on a Wednesday…but alas, I might have to act a fool tonight just for history’s sake.
And just for the Hell of it…WE WANT EAZY!!!!
