Sunday, June 29, 2008
As the 8th period bell sounds off one half Bronx block away,
The fearless group leader approaches the lawless, chaotic world of afterschool activity
anticipating the pouts, the rolled eyes and the sucked teeth which accompany denied requests for an extra snack.
No, you may not have another juice;
No, you may not run down the hall and get me in trouble with my supervisor.
Sit down, you little fuck; no, you may not write on the board.
What you may do, is get me angry enough to tell you what every adult really thinks about you.
Hey Wesley, by 13 years old, you've built up enough self-esteem and security to withstand a little bit of constructive criticism, right?
Besides, it's not all your fault,
Given the name Wesley, you were destined to be the asshole most Wesley's are.
If I wasn't dependent on my extreme tolerance to pay my mortgage, I would tell you this to your pleasantly degenerate little face,
But seeing as how you aren't the most literate creature there Wesley,
I doubt you'd even be able to read my lips.
You and all the other miscreants who've made after-school the Devil's Playground-
Your whinin', your screamin', your beggin', your cursin', your stupidity,
never listening, always talking-
You test my will to be merciful.
No Child Left Behind my ass (pause)
Your poor, poor mother must curse all 12 gods of Mount Olympus every waking day that she bore a child like you, Wesley.
If children are indeed the future, the future must be one big cocksuckin' mistake.
When you're in that jail cell next year, hoping that they're just joshing when they say you might be tried as an adult,
Think back to when your president, George W. Bush, tried to save you-
Tried to save you, Wesley!-
by legislating the No Child Left Behind Act.
And then try to pinpoint the exact moment, this After School Group Leader said,
"Aw, f-ck him! Let's leave this child as far behind as possible."
Happy Trails, Wesley
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Soooo...what's been goin' on since we last talked? I see the great George Carlin has passed away. I discovered George the same way I discovered Garry Shandling, through a brilliant, short-lived, self-titled Fox sitcom in the '90s. I remember being a kid, feeling like I was being treated to a half-hour of no b.s. comedy (well, some b.s., it was network television). Before then, I had never noticed this walking middle-finger. If there is any one entity who totally represents what I have been about as a rap artist and as a writer, it is George Carlin. The counter-culture hero's smart, cranky, profane, crude, on-the-money observations inform a lot of my music. He was funny up until the very last HBO special I saw him in.
Kanye West is still wildin' out. Apparently he held up the Bonnaroo Festival b/c he wanted his Glow In The Dark set to have maximum effect. Meaning he went on at like 4am, hours late. The crowd threw dirt on his name, and threw shit on the stage.
Electrifying conclusion: 'Ye said that the organizers were treatin' him like a stepchild from jumpstreet, and he was waitin' for Pearl Jam to clean up their act before he went on. He said that his payday is cut in half b/c of his show, and his shows put much physical strain on him. He's tryin' to say that he gives his all. Too bad he's known for givin' all of his ego. No one's gonna feel sorry for him. The guy MTV crowned the #1 rapper (I happen to agree, all things considered) is also the #1 a-hole. Whether or not that's really him, that's the image he's manufactured; sometimes it works for him, other times, it ends up like this.
Folks are overreacting to some dumb shit Dumb Imus said recently. Al Sharpton's fool ass jumped all over it too...According to Forbes, there are now 10 million millionaires in the world, for the first time ever. Legal millionaires....Heard about the frog that can sprout claws like Wolverine? - http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25346676/... You gotta be crazy to support this -brainwave binoculars - http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25374031... Rose goes #1 tomorrow? Or Beasley?...My neighbor definitely thinks I'm cute. I definitely think she knows of what she speaks...We'll talk later. Me and you, not me and my neighbor.
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p.s. - What ever happened to Bobby Hurley?
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Don't think that New York doesn't have it's Cabrini Greens. Please don't think niggas aint on this same shit just blocks from your loft, a train stop from your favorite bar, and around the corner from where you did your photoshoot. Don't let terms like "SoBro," "SoHa," "Brooklyn Renaissance," "Urban Renewal," "Ratner City," "New Stadiums," and all that put you to sleep. I'm not trying to scare anyone, but just as much as you hear about all the good shit goin' on in New York, and the (fake-ass) historic drops in crime rates, you don't hear about how crazy it is around here also. Maybe you should take some time and Youtube "new york crips" or "new york bloods" or "new york gangs" or "cocaine city" or just use your imagination. To get the whole picture, not just the one you like. Better to be aware and a little on edge, than to be lulled into a false sense of security and have your world destroyed when something happens. A li'l fear, a li'l apprehension, just a li'l bit, is a survival trait. God-given. The N.Y. guys might seem a li'l more "Do this for tv" but don't get it twisted, that's N.Y. mentality, to be flashy. They are no less dangerous. Peep when he lifts his shirt up to show the (shit?)bag attached to his abdomen. At least he tells the kids that this aint the shit (no pun intended) and tells the kids that "every dollar aint a good dollar" and that they should get into a "Higher Power" and respect life. If you have time, you might wanna peep some of the "Related Videos." I was looked for the Bronx shit, and though I understood how niggas get down, I really didn't realize how they've been gettin' it in just blocks from places I've lived. Even back on my old block in Washington Heights, where I spent most of my life, shit is wild, wild, west.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Electrifying conclusion: Hulk was on Larry King saying that he was just telling Nick anything to get him through his situation. I actually feel that. Although no one deserves what his friend is going through now, being in a vegetative state, maybe he was a real fucked up person. Doesn't mean God crashed the car he was in b/c of it. From what I hear, Hulk was real fucked up during his wrestling career, keeping other wrestlers down and screwing people over for money; you could make the argument that God's paying him back right now, especially since he always wore a cross and was supposedly a Christian. The family's in shambles with Brooke accusing Hulk of smashing her friend (really her 34-year old assistant, and Hulk admits to beating it), and Linda Hogan is out and about with a 19-year old former classmate of Nick and Brookes!
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Thursday, June 12, 2008
This is the event y'all been waiting for. We're talking about The Dugout and Friends shutting down a whole block in Williamsburg on the first day of summer as part of Make Music New York. Free performances of all types will be going on all around the city on the first day of summer, but no one is doing it as big as The Dugout and all of the spectactular artists you see below! Free barbecue, business sponsors, live audio and video streaming, d.j.s, live bands, dancers, rappers, poets, artists. This is the place to be on June 21st; and it will culminate with an UNFORGETTABLE, OUTRAGEOUS Dugout set in the early evening. This block party follows the lead of Dave Chappelle's landmark event by taking Brooklyn by storm. Come eat, listen,dance, celebrate, and be merry as we Take Over Brooklyn, the Brooklyn way, this first day of summer as part of NYC's citywide Make Music New York festival!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Janet Jackson remixed a Plies track. I would be outraged, but her songs have been just as bad as his lately, so it makes sense. In a li'l bit of role-reversal, she added singing to "Buss It Baby, Part 2," the song I hate the most right now, unjustly giving it some measure of artistic validity. I have nothing against Plies, I actually liked "Shorty," but I think he needs to step up his lyrical game a bit, and improve his flow. He does have an authentic swagger though, and that's rare nowadays, so I'll give him that.
Please tell me y'all feel this. Please do. This is Skillz completely, and maturely, putting Li'l Wayne (who is one of my very favorite rappers) in his place for his "fuck d.j.s" comment:
Iiight so fuck the dj? For real? Wow! First lemme say I dont get alot of radio/club play, sometimes my record dont apply & I can understand that but I dont care if I had no spins on my record I would never say fuck a dj. No DJ at all, I wouldnt say fuck a DJ that I dont know!! lol It just baffles me how the hottest artist out right now can say Fuck the dj’s!! Where would he be without the DJ tho? Real talk, I hear his records and its always a dj playing it. Be it on the radio, in the club or on a cd. If you hot then DJ’s gon fuck with you but they are part of the reason you hot, its a tag team kinda combo. You rap on everyone’s song (whether they want you to or not) you jump on cats tracks and send em out to the world, wouldn’t you want someone to think its hot enuf to play? So then I heard him on Drama and he said ” Fuck them dj’s”! Niggas takin my music and puttin out CD’s that aint official. Nigga? You rapped on 70 songs that wasn’t official! Alot of these DJ’s are branding you. They making you hot! If a kid grabs a best of cd from the barbershop he bought that for some of your new shit, If I asked him what CD he got he’s gon say yours, not DJ (insert name here) presents you! You gave DJ’s the option to play whatever you made…YOU gave them the option, you rapped on everything. Its crazy how cats do DJ’s after they get to the point that they want to get to. No single, you been rapping over everyone else’s shit for more than a year , you even book shows and do mixtape songs for over a year and right before your album drops its FUCK THE DJ??!?! You said it aint about the money so why would you care if they make a little change on a mixtape or attempt to keep thier name up by formatting and sequencing some of the music that you put out for FREE?? Some of these cats work at a radio station and clock in for two hours a day if that! They gotta hustle( clubs, weddings, parties, mix cds) just like you for the bread but now its fuck them? I’d go rap at a DJ’s daughter’s 8th birthday party ( and do drops while I was there) to make sure I’m in good standing with him/her, cuz as long as I make records Im always going to need them. Even when he called in to clear the shit up he still didnt really. Wow..yall made him the hottest rapper out and he said fuck yall & then said fuck yall again? See how these cats do you? Yall really need to support the artists that support you. Yall have the power to change this shit. I have a new record and album coming out and if I asked a dj if he had my record he could look me in my face and say he doesnt have 1 Skillz record in his Serato & I wouldnt say fuck him! Im scared of what would happen to my career if I did that. But my question is how can you make rap music and say fuck the dj and have a career, thats what the fuck I wanna know.
Monday, June 9, 2008
But this aint about me, I forgot to tell y'all about this last week. I was on the 4 train, and a cute, young hipsterette blankita (w/no bra, enticingly small perkies, hard nipples, and a thin spaghetti-strap shirt) walks onto the train. She then proceeds to remove a box from her bag on this not so empty train, and pulls out what looks like a dildo. It didn't look like your classic dildo, so I just figured it was a massager of some sort, and others probably did also. She then starts looking it over, smiling a bit, reading some sort of manual. She then sits right below where I was leaning against the car door. As I peer down into the manual, I realize, yup, it's a dildo. It said something about how you should lubricate the first time, and all that good stuff. Mind you, there were a lot of folks on this train. That was gangsta. She had to have gotten off on that. And she knew I was all up in her toy and it's manual as she sat below me. She gave me some interesting glances as she left the train, too. Yeah, I'm awesome, but her - she wins. A champion in my eyes.
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Sunday, June 8, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
Mariah is like 38, enough already with the songs like “Touch My Body.” Are you kidding?! Even “We Belong Together,” which was a cool song. But I swear she sounds like a 10th grade girl, longing over some skinny, rude punk with his pants hangin’ off of his ass, writing God-awful love poems that all the adults in her life don’t have the hear to tell her they suck. And the way she dresses! First of all, as good as she looks, and as nice as her tits look, she never looks sexy. Beyonce (who is going down the same road as Mariah musically, I guess to achieve the same success, which she’s headed to), as robotic as she is, looks sexy at times. Alicia Keys looks sexy almost all of the time. Even Keisha Cole and Ashanti look sexy from time to time. Mariah almost always looks like the pretty chick with low self-esteem who acts like she has high self-esteem, doesn’t realize how dope she can and should be, and lets all types of guys smash.
Electrifying conclusion: My intention is not to Mariah-bash. If that was the case, I woulda went in as far as the whole Nick Cannon debacle. But I actually fux with Nick Cannon. She’s a world-class talent, has some classic songs, and did a song with ODB. Gotta give it up for that. Plus, she’s the second chick I’d recruit for my Tragic Mulatto Harem/Opium Den (Halle Berry would be 1st). But the way her and her male counterpart, R. Kelly, have drowned their legacies by making ringtone r&b when both have game-changing talent, that’s what’s tragic. There are still many chapters to be written for her (maybe not for Kells), so maybe there will be a return to form in her future, not just sales-wise, but quality-wise also.
Don’t call it a recession! Joblessness is at it’s highest rate since ’86! It’s at 5.5 % which apparently isn’t that high historically, but not good nonetheless, especially considering the price of everything is rising, employers are scared, and that percentage probably hasn’t leveled off. They expect the rate to climb to 6% early next year, which really means 6.5%, at least, because the predictions are often on the low side. Even if that’s inaccurate, I say, expect the best, plan for the worst. Plan for 7%! The AP says that “A trio of crises — housing, credit and financial — have rocked the economy. That's caused economic growth to slow to a crawl as businesses and consumers have tightened their belts. Spiraling energy costs are another negative force.”
Electrifying conclusion: Obviously, whoever seems like they can get us out of this is gonna win the election. But really, many folks don’t care, b/c they’ve been in a recession all of their lives. They don’t know shit about “a trio of crises” because they don’t own a house and are subject to their landlords’ whims regardless of a housing crises, the only credit they know is at the bodega or with the dopeman, and they don’t really understand what the fuck economists mean by the “price of the dollar.” Fuck does that mean? A dollar is gonna be worth 50 cents, and they’re gonna have to come up with a new term for what 100 cents means? I’ll tell ya what this joblessness means, because I predicted this shit a few years ago. I said that we’re about to relive the ‘80s, and I don’t mean rope chains, Mohawks, skinny ties, Members Only jackets, and “Knight Rider” remakes, and VH1 specials. I mean niggas are gonna get real grimy again. People are already back on some coke-sniffing, piss-on-the-poor, celebrate-everything-trashy, glamour shit. The have-nots are about to do what not having money or jobs to pay for all of our outrageous living expenses forces us to do. There’s gonna be a lot more whoring, a lot more robbing, a lot more stealing, a lot more killing, a lot more garbage, a lot more police brutality, etc. All of this has been happening. The difference is that New York aint gonna’ have it this time. City Hall knows what’s about to happen, and they’re trying to make sure that all of the folks who would do these things are either brutally suppressed and contained in small areas (i.e. projects), or forced out of the city altogether. I don’t think that will work because many have-nots are very determined to stay in New York, and somehow, someway, will survive all efforts to be banished. Mark my words, one day in the very near future, the front page is gonna have a Central Park Jogger-esque story. I don’t wish that on anyone, but horrible things happen all the time, and the media uses their power to get us outraged only over certain things. When the elite really starts to get scared, they’re gonna use their media outlets to spook us into thinking hell is breaking loose, and extreme measures must be taken immediately. Just remember where you heard it first.
My mind is the subway, full of scantily clad young women of all persuasions, routes leading to several places good and bad, and open to anyone willing to pay the price. This is my train of thought:
I love Jack Black. I will not see “Kung Fu Panda.”*Obama should pull the trigger, and put Clinton behind him; so when the snipers take aim, he’ll have someone else watching his back, and potentially in place to take the bullet. I mean that figuratively. Not on some “RFK was assassinated late in primary” shit* 2 days left at my current job after today! Movin’ on, niggas!*Maybe we’ve been prematurely speaking of a Lakers Dynasty, and Kobe truly becoming hier to Air. Let’s talk about his next week.*I been running. In the park, on the streets, all of that. It aint showin’ yet, but watch out in a coupla years!*Solange (baby sister of Beyonce) Knowles broke her foot on the way to the stage, and continued on to perform, rushing to the hospital afterwards. This was during her tour. If this never happened, no one would know that she’s on a tour. Or that she has an album to tour in support of. Or that she sings. Or that she exists.*Li’l Wayne is a monster. “Lollipop” is #1, in the face of “American Idol” single, teenyboppers, divas, and anything featuring T-Pain or Akon. His album is about to sell a zillion copies. And it’ll be the first I’m gonna buy in a long time. I’ma try to get a cassette b/c I’m about to buy a car that has a tape deck. Gully.
Word’s of wisdom can be found in the most unlikeliest of sources. Today mine come from Usher’s “U Don’t Have To Call.”
“Situations will arise, in our lives, but, you gotta be smart about it…”
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Thursday, June 5, 2008
As an activist, I have a strong element of self-love, community love, black love, collectivism, and progress in my music. Along with keepin' it funky. I have also performed at an anti-police brutality rally. I have also served Brooklyn youth as an educator, coordinator of an attendance improvement program in East New York, a facilitator for The After School Corporation in Clinton Hill and Flatbush, and an Enrichment Coordinator for formerly incarcerated youth in downtown Brooklyn. I am also an Urban Mentors.
I've also contributed by being ill. Having ill slang, ill style, speaking my mind, being original and appealing, spitting and producing fire, writing blogs and articles, and generally being awesome. And humble."
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Electrifying conclusion: He’s rumored to be smashing actress Gina Gershon (“Curb Your Enthusiasm,” “Showgirls”). Lemme just say kudos, Bill. She looks like she knows how to…well I’m sure you feel the same way, and that’s why you’re allegedly doing what you’ve been accused of, right? I think they have their agreements between husband and wife at the level of politics/celebrity/wealth that the Clintons are at. He’s rich as fuck now from doing whatever the hell ex-Presidents do (oh yeah, they form ‘foundations’ that rake in millions upon millions to do what exactly?), he’s famous as fuck, he no longer has to run the United States, and his wife is always out campaigning. And he has the sex drive of a dark-skinned person (read below for more on that).
So the great scientist James Watson, co-discoverer of DNA, revered the world over by people of every race and creed, is saying that there is probably a genetic basis, scientific proof, that black people are less intelligent than whites. He also suggests a link between skin color and sex drive. Scientific racism has been around for a while, and we’ve all heard of people claiming that they are of a “master race” and “genetically superior," but when someone so respected co-signs this sort of thinking, it unfortunately gives it a validity that it shouldn’t have. If you want to draw your own conclusion, I think that this article, a conversation between Watson and Henry Louis Gates Jr., is a good place to start - http://www.theroot.com/id/46680.
Get this. There’s a whole community of folks called “frugalists” (aka anti-consumerists, freegans, frugalists or Dumpster divers) who get all of their food from the garbage. Not b/c they have to, but because they like cheap shit. I know what you’re thinkin’, “But StarPower, we all like cheap shit!” Not like these people like cheap shit. Would you spend your time getting 99% of your food from the garbage, like duplex-owning, solid-job-holding, artist Rebecca? Would you live like many extreme freegans, outside of the economic norm, hitchhiking, foraging for food and eschewing regular jobs? Didn’t think so. I’m simplifying this lifestyle though; there is an amazing culture surrounding it, that really has to do with re-defining value. I strongly urge you to read about it at this link, and then think about some of your consumer habits - http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24879628
What a fucking spinster, but I guess she’s playin’ her hand the best she knows how. Tatum O’Neal talkin’ about the cops “saved” her by busting her with coke. Initially she said that she was researching a role (lying cokewhore), but then said that she was upset b/c of the death of her dog (lying cokeWHORE!). I doubt this was the first time she’s done drugs in years, just the first time she’s been caught. At least she has good perspective on what jail is like:
"I slept on a mattress with a couple of ladies because I was tired. ... And I thought the thing that was cool about New York, no special treatment. No special cell. It wasn't that horrible. I think it's worse for the people that don't have a lawyer to get them out."
"I'm still sober!" the 44-year-old actress told New York Post columnist Andrea Peyser in a phone call shortly after being released from custody Monday.
"Just when I was about to change that and wreck my life, the cops came and saved me! I was saved by the bell, by the guys in the Seventh Precinct."
Wow. You're such a lying cokewhoress Tatum. Say what you want, but you’re no better than any of the many coke/crackheads I’ve known in my life. Oscar or not. Michael Jackson probably started getting surgery after he kissed you in the ‘70s (or was it the ‘80s?) to destroy any traces of physical contact with you.
Damn, I’m being mean. I take it all back.
Electrifying conclusion: I lied. Fuuuuuuck Tatum O’Neal! Nothing personal, but fuck all of the white celebs who get LOADS of publicity after getting caught with drugs. Fuck Tatum, Robert Downey Jr., and Amy Winehouse. Usually the tone the media has is “feel sympathy and pity, wish for recovery, and celebrate the triumph, if it ever happens, which we hope it does.” She knew what the fuck she was doing, she probably made it easy to get caught. Then she’ll clean up, and one of her old Studio 54 millionaire producer buddies will offer her the kind of prime role that’s scare for actresses her age. Fucking Whora the Explorer.
I would still beat.
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Monday, June 2, 2008
10 ounces of Kobe-raised beef crowned with a thick “lobe” of seared foie gras, 25 grams of shaved black truffles, and aged gruyere cheese. It comes enthroned on a brioche bun anointed with a homemade truffled mayonnaise and garnished with more shaved truffles. Oh, and gold leaf flakes from Japan, which has the yummiest gold.
Electrifying conclusion: With the way food prices are going up, I think that the folks behind the goldburger are just being visionary. That will be an average price soon if things continue like they’ve been going. Watch some of “Idiocracy” if you get a chance to see where unchecked ignorance can lead our society.
Is this for real?. If so, I think it's hella interesting. Aston Kutcher has a new show in the works where he plants fake stories about celebs to ‘punk’ the paparazzi as a way of gettin’ revenge for them being, well, paparazzi. I only found this out because I wanted to see what was up with this Diddy/Cameron Diaz rumor. It might be a put-on courtesy of Aston. Here’s a link:
So yeah, the student I was telling y’all about now hates me. We had a great relationship, now she won’t talk to me, and said that I ruined her life. He mother had warrants, and all types of police and social service got involved. This kid has loads of potential; there’s a very good chance it won’t be realized. It’s sad, but it’s true. Oh yeah, she spread it all around the school that I got her a case, so now I’m a school-wide villain. I’m leavin’ the school for good in a week, and she is transferrin’ also, but I thought there was a chance that I could mentor her. Not happening. I told her that I picked the lesser of two evils – her getting hurt vs. the system getting’ all up in her business. She couldn’t care less about my philosophies. She said that she told me stuff in confidence, and I let her business out, leading to her unfortunate situation. I truly felt like I did the right thing, but I don’t feel as strongly as I did on Friday, and that wasn’t a strong feeling to begin with. Maybe I should’ve let them handle it. Will any good come of this, for her family? Who the hell knows. Movin’ the fuck on…
I would understand if a newcomer to MMA said, “Screw this, I’m never watching this crap again,” after viewing that debacle on CBS Saturday night. I don’t know that much about the sport, but I do know what’s entertaining, and the finish to the Lawler-Smith fight wasn’t entertaining. I didn’t say that the fight shouldn’t have been stopped. I’m just talkin’ from the perspective of someone wishing to be entertained. That eye-poke probably warranted a stoppage, but that’s not what I, and many others, perceived. Plus, dude was ready to keep goin’. The Kimbo fight? Wow. First of all, it looked like he might have tapped at one point. Second of all, I don’t think he was gonna win. Third, if they were gonna call it b/c he hit that inflated ear, they should’ve called it from jump b/c it was obviously only a matter of time before Kimbo opened that bitch up. I think that the ear was a convenient excuse to stop the fight before Kimbo lost, which would have greatly decreased his mystique, thus his drawing power. I’m sure Kimbo could demolish me with very minimal effort, and take a peaceful nap afterwards, but I’m also sure that a good MMA fighter, not a great one, could take him apart at this point. Then again, I don’t know, I heard that he beat Tank Abbot. I only know Tank from wrestling, where he had the gimmick of being some hard-punching shoot-fighter; does it mean anything that he beat Tank Abbot? Holla at me if you’re more informed than I am.
Electrifying conclusion: I’ll still watch another Kimbo fight if it’s on CBS. I don’t really watch to see him win. I watch to see him do damage. Remember that in MMA, fighters do lose; even top fighters will have a record like 17-5. So I’ll keep watching. As long as there’s damage to be done. And Kimbo isn’t the only beast out there. Rampage got me into the sport. He’s worth watching, peep this - www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwpWTHDox4Y
Diddley said Freed was talking about him, when he introduced him, saying, "Here is a man with an original sound, who is going to rock and roll you right out of your seat."
Diddley was also one of the pioneers of the electric guitar, adding reverb and tremelo effects. He even rigged some of his guitars himself.
Diddley's influence was felt on both sides of the Atlantic. Buddy Holly borrowed the bomp ba-bomp bomp, bomp bomp rhythm for his song "Not Fade Away."
The Rolling Stones' bluesy remake of that Holly song gave them their first chart single in the United States, in 1964. The following year, another British band, the Yardbirds, had a Top 20 hit in the U.S. with their version of "I'm a Man."
Many other artists, including the Who, Bruce Springsteen and Elvis Costello copied aspects of Diddley's style.
Growing up, Diddley said he had no musical idols, and he wasn't entirely pleased that others drew on his innovations.
"I don't like to copy anybody. Everybody tries to do what I do, update it," he said. "I don't have any idols I copied after."
"I am owed. I've never got paid," he said. "A dude with a pencil is worse than a cat with a machine gun."
Bo knows truth.
- The MTV Movie Awards sucked. I hate when someone tries to hard to be cool, or live up to the image they feel people have of them. That went on the whole night. A night of trying to create moments. Is Mike Myers gonna live off of the “Austin Powers” movies forever? Yup.
- Robert Downey Jr. just jumped ahead of Brett Farve (but still behind Johnny Depp and Tom Brady) on the folks-white-people-idolize list. He can do no wrong. All the drugs and arrests and he’s treated like a god.
- Go Mets.
- “Sex and the City” cleaned up, didn’t it?! Tons of dudes were obviously forced into seeing it with their ladies. Not me! Mr. and Mrs. Power are waiting for that “The Wire” movie to come out.
- I just might be buying a hooptie today.
- I don’t care what anybody says, I aint gon’ count Clinton out ‘til this thing is totally over.
- Can’t wait to get out there and perform my new music. I don’t see anyone doing anything like it at live hip-hop shows. I wouldn’t call it a completely original approach, but it is an evolution. An evolution for me, and for hip-hop. I really broke it down to beats, rhymes, and life – a universal sound anyone with rhythm can appreciate. It’ll just be an emcee, the mic, and his beats. A smooth current of rhymes inside a flood of rhythm. No wasted words, ideas, sounds, or motions. No posturing, no fakeness. If it doesn’t come off, I’m strictly to blame (and maybe the sound system ;) because I created this, and I’m solely responsible for delivering the music. I may have been building my whole music career towards this. Time to shine!
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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Remember I said I saw Michael Wright from "The Five Heartbeats," "Sugar Hill," and "Oz?" This is the pic of him givin' a cool-ass b-day shoutout to my man Lou.
"Sugar Hill" was the first flick that almost made me cry. Never cried from a flick, but that came close. The way his pops took that dope to his vein, and died in front of his son at the end. Shiiiit. Watchin' movies like that on cable is almost like watchin' reality tv for real, for real, for some of us. Y'all don't even know! But movin' on...
I'm not gonna shorten my blog. It's for readers.
- Confession: I had a drink on Friday that was off of a "Sex and the City"-inspired menu. It was actually a shot - Liquid Cocaine, which had 151, peppermint shnapps, and hellfire. One did the trick. Had me feelin' like "Mr. Big" out that bee-ya-itch.
- Too many dance shows, folks, too many dance shows.
- Those who tell don't know, and those who know are named StarPower
- Gas is $11 a gallon in Turkey, $10 in France, and 12 cents in Venezuela. Do what you will with that info if you didn't have it already.
- Nigga, we know why Obama quit that Church. 'Cause niggas was about to make him not be President, which he might not be anyway. No further analysis required.
- Lots of shit in life don't require complicated answers, or advanced thinking. The shit that requires deeper thought, we simplify, and the shit that's easy to figure out, we complicate. Yes/no? Are the MTV Movie Awards on tonight? I'm all over that. I prefer the video jumpoffs, though.
- I bought new computer speakers; I knew it would make a difference in how much better my beats would sound, but wow! It's showtime muthafuckas.
- Should I let my former students read my blog? I may not have control over that anyway.
- I'm fine with someone not feelin' me. It's cool. You have your reasons. We'll co-exist, maybe even cooperate, but that's it. And then we'll move on. Wanting to be friends with everyone is fucking immature. Adults have enemies. It's just life. Doesn't mean they spend energy trying to make your life less enjoyable. They might, might not. Some people just won't like yo' ass for whatever reason. And as long as they do, they're an enemy. The mature thing is to not associate with them, or foster a relationship with them that prevents you from getting money or pussy. An enemy might be the best person to gain off of, b/c you won't feel remorse for using them. If they allow themselves to be used, they need to become a better enemy. Like, go to enemy school or something.
- I'm not a Denise Richards fan, never was, something about her, and I hate that she has a reality show. Same goes for the Lohan mom. But that's about as much of my energy as they'll get.
- Can't imagine there's a place with more flavors of stunning women than New York. On one block you'll see waspy, ethnically ambuigous, hood, shy, schoolgirl (of age, of course), trashy, homely, thick, skinny, model-type, milf, tomboy, everything. Awesome.
- I'm startin' that Masters Degree in Urban Ed in about 2 weeks! Let's get it!
I blogged before "T.E.C." It was on Friendster and MySpace. I wanna let y'all in further (pause...I know, I said I'm too mature for that, but it's fun to say sometimes, no matter how many fat poet girls get upset when I say it at shows) by re-posting old blogs to show you my mindstate back in '05 and '06. Here's my very first blog from July '05. I actually recited this as a paper, verbatim, in an English class during my last semester as an undergrad. Peep:
My ‘Definitive Label’ in life will always be ‘Black Man,’ something I understand, and better learn to love, because it’s a title given to me; and when you give something a name, you possess a certain amount of power pertaining to that thing. So my mother, through her maternal powers, named me Roderick, and some colonists, (Irish or Scottish I presume) used their power to give my ancestors, the name Collins. Now, I’m defined by another title I didn’t give myself - Black man. I understand the slavemasters had the money and the power, and my mother was responsible for my life, so that was their claim to naming me, directly or indirectly. But now that I make my own money and I’m responsible for my own life, I want a say in how I’m labeled. Most people change their name, but I’m gonna work with that definitive label of ‘Black Man,’ also known as ‘Black Guy’ when coming out of the mouths of non-black comedians, ‘Brother’ or ‘Bro’ when coming out of the mouths of neo-hippies and black men who went to the Million Man March, or ‘Nigger’, when coming out of the mouth of Paris Hilton (though I wouldn’t be surprised if a coupla niggas have came into her mouth as well.) But listen, I didn’t come up here to rant and rave, like ‘Angry Black Man’ has been known to do. I feel like I have a helpful alternative to the label ‘Black Man,’ and the alternative is necessary. This is because some black dudes have an issue; like say something happened, and you hear a white person say “Oh, there was a Black Guy in there…” or when describing us, “You know, the Black dudes!” As a black person, you might be like “Oh, why she gotta say black guy?” or “Why he say it like that?!” Why? Because, that’s you’re definitive label, that’s why! What else should they say? It was the easiest thing to say, and it said all it needed to say about you.
You may or may not agree with what I’m saying, but consider this: How about, instead of ‘Black Man,’ (which I do like, it has a certain sense of force to it) how about we use “LIMITED EDITION?” Limited Edition Human Beings- “L.E.H.B.s” for short, or Limited Edition Homo Sapiens- “L.E.H.S.” for short. Now I know with that one, people will make jokes and says things like “you’re L.E.H.S. (less) of a person” or some dumb sh-t, but remember, we made black, which had nothing but bad connotations, beautiful. We can make L.E.H.S., more.
Now, “Limited Edition” says in the label, all it needs to say. When a limited edition of something is rolled out, it’s because it’s a little different, a little more special. It does everything the regular one does, but it might do a little more, look a little different. That’s us, Black Men. We gotta work a little harder than the regular American; we come in a different color than the regular American; you don’t see as many of us, you know on t.v. and in general; hell, they even try their hardest to keep us locked away, I guess for preservation or safekeeping. But like the most definitive aspect of anything labeled limited edition, we’re around for a much shorter amount of time than the regular American. White Americans’ lifespans are approaching 78, almost 80 years. Black Men reach 64, and that’s it. I’m not sure if that’s long enough to collect social security. So, appreciate the “Black Man” while you can, the Limited Edition Human Being, (“L.E.H.B.), aka the Limited Edition Homo Sapien (“L.E.H.S.”); we’re becoming more scarce everyday…
I know I talk a lot about gentrification, but as we look to purchase property for profit and prosperity, and eat out and lounge increasingly in neighborhoods folks wouldn't walk through a few years ago, and visit white friends in hoods that were traditionally never white-friend friendly, the subject's on my mind a lot. Not as much as hoping the Knicks draft well this year, nipple slips, or trying to lose the gut (I aint tryin' to look like R. Belly this summer), but enough to occupy a good amount of my thoughts. Know what? I can't be a gentrifier. Sort of like the "black people can't be racist" argument that states that racism reflects a postition of power. Only the group in power can discriminate based on race, so blacks can be prejudiced, but not racist. Similarly, I can't be a gentrifier because I am, and never have been, in a position to economically exploit those less fortunate. Not because I'm broke, but because I come from the exploited neighborhoods, I never left, and while I do have a comfortable household income (mostly due to the fact that me and the ol' lady split expenses, have no kids, relatively low debt, and don't try to live above our means), I wasn't born in any position of power. We have paid gentrifier-like rents, and moved into such apartments (i.e. the Harlem apartment they wanted us to pay $1900 a month for a one bedroom for that we still ended up payin' a grip for, that's literally a coupla blocks away from where I grew up, and my family pays under $600 month for a 3 bedroom for), but we are from the community. We would be reinvesting. Since we are of the community, if we profit through buying some shit up that many residents can't afford or aren't willing to take the risk to buy, then the community profits. 'Cause like I said, we are the community.
Better us than Ryan and Trish. And I aint got a beef w/Ryan and Trish. I would probably do the same if I were them. They'll get twice the space uptown than they get downtown for half the money, even though that half is still twice what uptowners are used to paying. Then Ry and Tri will bide their time 'til Conner, Amber, and Jordan and all the rest take the neighborhood over. They'll own it. And ownership is where it's at. 'Cause when you own shit, you have control. Money itself doesn't give you control. It's only as good as what you are able to own because of it. And if someone isn't willing to accept your money, what good does it do you? Ownership is what's up. A degree doesn't mean anything if you can't get a job, right? If someone wants to deny my black, tat-sportin'-ass a job and give it to a white, or just another, person who doesn't have a degree, I won't own a job. A job that could make me money, and help me own some shit. So this is what you need to do: find out how to own shit, b/c that's how you prosper, by owning. You shouldn't necessarily only learn how to make money. You should do that, b/c that's how you get to own shit, but sometimes you can bypass the money through bartering, work, or smarts. For instance, my homey owns a buncha fresh shirts that get him the same admiration that folks who pay big bucks for similar shirts get. He doesn't really buy them; he trades a service to a talented shirtmaker that only requires his time and natural abilities. Everyone can't do that, so they need money to own what they value, but he figured out how to own what he, and those like him, value, without paying much, if any money.
That's just an example. It won't always work. I'll need money to own property, of course, but I have an edge that will save me money. I know some rough, but up-and-coming neighborhoods, from living in them, or having friends who live in them. I didn't have a choice, I was poor. So I'm comfortable in these nabes, and I still have to go and live there. Other potential buyers will only hear about these nabes through people or publications, and will totally miss the boat on other nabes b/c they have no reason to ever discover anything about them. But I'll use my unfortunate upbringing as a plus, when it helps me to notice subtle changes in a certain hood that signal development, renewal, and future economic prosperity. Who will prosper? Honestly, the same people who always prosper in our class system, but folks like me don't even need a big piece, just a small piece that won't seem like a lot to a Trump, but will be more than enough for me to live it up. And that's what's up.
I'm StarPower, and I approve this message.