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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Fresh Breakfast

Alrite yall, I got me a new Wordpress blog where I talk a lil bit more serious talk... at least for now, until my impulses take over:

www.freshbreakfast.com


Comment, or else I strangle a kitten.  Slowly.  A cute one too.


Sunday, July 22, 2007

You know, I recently found myself looking back at my history of love lost, love gained, love unrequited, and love confused.  Now, ain't no one gonna mistake me for a Korean Brad Pitt, that's for damn sure.  But I've had my opportunities.  And I've often found myself blowing off chances that would have any straight guy pondering, what if.  Not a lot -- I ain't no Mahi Mahi in this overcrowded sea -- but a few.

The excuses were always convenient.  But my favorite one was, "I'm commitment-phobic."  That was always the sexy one.  It's the excuse of seed-spreading players.  Its what the cool kids say.  It's the dinosaur-print bandaid that covered an assortment of insecurities and shortcomings. 

And, now that I've found my Chilean Sea Bass, I can reflect with a bit of disjointed disinterest.  It wasn't that I was "commitment-phobic"; the nerve of a dude like me saying something like that. 

It was this:  My foolhardy ambition, smoldered with a youthful sense of entitlement, strove for a girl that represented a perfection I could never be.  My desires represented the shortcoming of my overzealous ambitions.  She had to be perfect, in every way possible. 

Of course, that mentality only sets you up for failure.  Because perfection can only serve be an abstract, sterilized baseline.  To find love, I had to realize this:  It's just the right combination of imperfections, that makes her......

Beautiful.



So in the words of RA from Common Market:
You lucky just to have just one /
So if you have one, love one.

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I know, I know, cheesy as fuck.  I like cheese, bitches.

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Its the Return:

Jason:  Sandra Oh is so ugly, even I wouldn't tap that.

David:  Daaaaayaaaam!!!  Now you're just being mean.


Thursday, February 22, 2007

Don't call it a comeback...

... not cuz I've always been around.  More cuz I distrust my own discipline.  When it comes to writing blogs, I'm the thief in the night.... on the sun.  Fancy metaphor parsed... I'm a lazy blogger.  Shame on me, I know, I know.

Anyhow, I think I'm going to start a separate music blog sometime soon. 

Today, I was supposed to have met a guy I really admire, Oliver Wang.  If you've read really any music publication in the past 12 years, you've probably witnessed his craftsmanship.  He's one of the few music writers out there that has really any sort of authority on hip-hop, culture, whatever.  In a word, his writing is thoughtful, when most music writers, myself included, crutch themselves with highly stylized, irreverent attitude and irony to compensate for our collective inabilities.  After all, the music says it best.  Oliver Wang, at times, comes close. 

So he's looking for a venue to do a soul-sides monthly, and I emailed him to give him a tour of MusicPlusTV's studios (which is, by the way, my new employer).  Mostly, I just wanted to meet the guy.  To my surprise, he accepted.  But alas, his daughter is sick, so he canceled.  That's okay though, I;ll meet him one day even if by seeing him in court during my restraining order proceedings.  haha, just kidding, I don't try to be slurping like that.

So the whole point of this whole frikken pointless entry is to introduce Nas' new video for "Can't Forget About You", which I came upon reading O-Dub's blog, www.soul-sides.com .  And if you like hip-hop, soul, funk and all that good stuff, you should read it too. 


I be watching a LOT of music videos on my job, 99 percent of which is generic piece of marketing toolnicity.  This one, though, is sublime.  Nothing groundbreaking, really, but it serves as a classy platter to an absolutely delicious piece of Nas' reminiscent soul.  Yummy.


Monday, October 09, 2006

Currently Listening
One Night Stand: Sam Cooke Live at the Harlem Square Club, 1963
By Sam Cooke
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Order, orbitals, beauty.... flatulance

There are billions upon billions of galaxies in the known universe, and billions upon billions of stars, planets, asteroid belts, and god knows what else in each one of those galaxies.  This is how we conceive of our universe.

 

But really, most of this universe is empty spaces interrupted mostly by massive gaseous masses. It is the push and pull, the starts and stops, of countless gaseous masses that interact, negotiate, birth the epic stews of galaxies.  The world we know, but a chipped grain of sand in this impossibly infinite ocean.  Order in fits and spurts, before entropy dissolves it all back to gas, from whence it came. That is, the beauty, the pain, the tragedy of all that is physically known.

 

Today, amidst a delicate swirling wind, Eugene and I released synchronized, epic level farts.  In the split second events that ensued, we witnessed the most fundamental essence of the meaning of the word, ”microcosm”. 

 

And we laughed the laugh of Gods.


Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Currently Listening
Live
By Donny Hathaway
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THE JASON AND DAVID VARIETY SHOW...

...presented commercial free by the good folks at Anheuser-Busch Incorporated.  Don't let your parents and schools fool you.... drinking is not only good, clean wholesome fun.   It's downright patriotic. 

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Jason:  Yo, you ever heard of El Taurino?

David:  Yeah dude.  I won a couple of gold medals there, mang.  Didn't you read about it in the news?

Jason:  I'm talking about the restaurant, not the Winter Olympic, fool.

David:  Oh.  Umm, I guess no then.

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Jason:  Yo, have you ever heard of "A Thousand Cranes"?

David:  Fool!  I only mastered that technique like a thousand years ago!

(David then proceeds -- rather enthusiastically -- to break out a series of poses and manuveurs that resemble a paralyzed Karate Kid strung out on an assortment of uppers.  HIIII-YAA!!!  He finishes this display with a fist-clenched, arms-shaking pose, his eyes burning with the spirit of a ADHD tiger)

<awkward silence>

Jason:  Umm, I was talking about the restaurant.

David:  Oh. <he straightens out and puts his hands back in his pockets>  Nah, never heard.

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Jason:  Now that I have health insurance, I feel like I can finally live my life.

David:  Umm, why?

Jason:  Cuz now I don't have to fear getting my ass kicked.  I can be who I want to be... nay, who I NEED to be.  I'm freeeeeeeeeee!!!

David:  Umm, maybe you should purchase some fire arms.

Jason:  Don't need it.  I roll with Blue Cross PPO now.  BLUE CROSS!!!  WHAT, WHAT!!!!

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Jason <trying to make fun of me>:  You are HIDING DIX-MEX-KITS

(What Jason was trying to say:  You are HIGHLY DYSLEXIC)

The irony is what killed me.

 

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Jason and David names are to boring.  I think I'm going to give em some sorta larger than life, bizarre, superhero type names next time around.  what yall think?  all 7 of you?

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Some random thoughts on some random rappers...

It seemed like everyone was asking me my opinion about Gnarls Barkley, as if I'm some sort of expert that would legitimize their own opinion.  Well, I am, so keep asking me.  I like both dangermouse and ceelo.  I think they're both crazy enough to seismic shift the fuckin landscape, individually.  They're both too capricious, experimental and true to their music to stay as a unit too long, I suspect.  And its a trip that the dude that did the grey album, and dude that is the soul machine, would blow up.  I feel like them blowing up is a fluke; one of those rare instances where something genuine somehow just catches fire.  And in the end, it will be another blip that won't really change anything.

Daaaah well, at least some of em make it.

Go check out Ceelo's Soul Machine album, if you haven't already.  Slept on classic, in my opinion.  And dangermouse's beats on dangerdoom cd is straight funktified fire, I mean, really revolutionary stuff.  Too bad they were wasted on MF Doom.

Speaking of fools blowing up, watch for Lupe Fiasco.  He guested on track 3, Kayne.  I guess everyone already knows he's gonna blow up, and good for him.  I like him a lot.  You're not going to find too many skilled MCs on the radio, but this guy is just to much skills.  Just overflowing with ridiculous technique, in my opinion.  Complex rhyme structures, never ending  metaphors.   And oh so poetic.  Dude is black-belt, nerdy/intellectual, black muslim skater from the ghetto who's into Japanese anime.  Dude gots so much cross-over appeal, I wouldn't be surprised if some extinct species resurrect to bop they heads everytime a Lupe single drops.  It's just that crazy, yall.

Jay-Z calls him a "breath of fresh air".  If you're bored enough, check this interview.  How many rappers you know talk like that?  Humble dude, intellectual, thoughtful, honest.  Don't get me wrong, I love how emcees sometimes be wylin out with their overheated lyrical imaginations and all, but how often you see this?.....

http://www.contactmusic.com/new/home.nsf/webpages/lupefiascox27x06x06

Anyways, if he doesn't blow up, daaah well, some of em don't make it.

 



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