Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

I am kind of weirded out

That my video commentating on M.I.A's new video Born Free has gotten a lot of views. Someone actually called me a racist arrogant American nigger...I think. I could barely understand what he was saying. lol. I guess I am official on the youtube now. lol

Born Free-M.I.A

www.miauk.com

Bananas!! Brilliant!! Brutal!!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Friday, April 16, 2010

I Had A Terrible Dream

I am down today. The dream was Thursday but its impact is still reverberating through me. There was a message in it. I keep doing the same things over and over and expect a miraculous different out come. When you are drowning it is up to YOU to save yourself no one else has to lift a finger. Its stupid and I am way too intelligent for this kind of bullshit. Whatever I am feeling I need to shake it off when my husband gets home. I don't like to worry him.

Anyway music inspirations of the day:

Erykah Badu

Radiohead

Monday, April 12, 2010

Soundtrack of the Day

Little Dragon-Little Dragon
Little Dragon-Machine Dreams
Gorillaz-Plastic Beach
Bjork-Unravel
Erykah Badu-Return of the Ankh

(heavily rotated)

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Window Seat

I still don't know what to make of this video... With so many female artists getting naked for the sake of being naked not sure if this was the time for this particular video. I don't think that is why she made it at all but still its getting lumped in with that Gaga mess and they are not even the same. She is a bit more of a sophisticated artist than that... I guess the comments I have seen about the video ruins it for me.

Seems like people are stuck on the size of her ass and everything else falls to the wayside. Although there is nothing sexual about the video at all men seem to be fixated on her ass. Men are so stupid.

Hmmm

Friday, March 19, 2010

The Stans of Gaga


Are muthafucking crazy!

While I recognize and understand the appeal of her she does not feed me nor give me life. She is just whatever to me, I think I liked her better when she knew her position. The Gaga fans they are some beasts! I think they love to exclaim how good and artsy she is because she provokes strong opinion. (Like me writing this stupid ass blog) I thought the Beyonce Stans were terrible. On the internet folks was getting wet in the pannies for the Beyonce/Gaga video collabo. And I yawned. So Telephone came out and a couple people in my youtube subscription made videos about this video so I was like let me see what the hype is about. This is suppose to be the next Thriller so her (coven of misfits says) Anyways... It was straight booty.

While I understand cult films hey I am miss blacxpoltation. But in order for it to come off artistically and be relevant in a video the song has to relate in some way to the visuals you are trying to bring to the table. I get wacky. I am wacky but that shit was booty. How can you have murder and mayhem in a video but your song is a pop song talking about somebody blowing up your phone while you in the club? What girl?? I can't. Some would say that is the genius of it and I would still say STFU. Go watch Ms. Bjork honey she gets it. They misused the honey bun and pussy wagon! How dare they! I have become numb to women dancing in pannies and heels so I was whatever about that. You just telling me that is all you got for right now. Do you honey. You seen one bitch shake it you have seen them all.

I can't believe the director Jonas Ackerlund did this wack ass shit. Normally he is very on it with disturbing presentations of women in a non-traditional aggressive ways. (See Smack My Bitch Up) In regards to Telephone he failed. Stans don't see this though everything is 'hating' or you are being 'old-fashioned' chile please. I really don't give a damn. If it don't fit you must acquit. The video could of been hot with the proper song. It wasn't artsy what she did it was cheap. Payless shoes cheap. It wasn't epic and the only people that liked it were the people who really dig her. She did not pick up any new people with that mess. That is why it will never be a Thriller. None of these women who are popular now will ever touch what Michael had so whomever said Telephone was the new Thriller need to get their ass kicked. It was late honey and I am sticking to that.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

I Kinda Miss This In Music

Even though I think baby girl goes on a bit too long, I do miss how singers would talk over a groove before breaking it down. Songs were allowed to build a little bit. Now its straight fucking no time for four play. lol Women were chopping men up long before "can you pay my bills".

So I introduce to you Miss Marlena Shaw



Friday, August 14, 2009

This right here is my kiki

When folks work my nerves, this is my go to song. And if you follow me on Twitter I have posted it a few times when I need a "praise break"
I immediately giggle. It is so over the top. You can't help but want to get a church fan and step it out IN THE NAME OF JESUS! IT'S OVAAAAAAAAAAAA. Is so very blackbaptistchurch-ish. So when folks are giving you fever, sweating you, or when a bill collector calls your house just start blasting this and all will be forgiving for about 5 minutes at least.





Monday, August 3, 2009

Wide Awake

And watching pirated episodes of Mad Men on the playstation. This shit is raggedy. I wish I was horny all the time then I could be busy jumping on my husband's magic stick rather than fucking around online. My cypher is broken. I don't feel right. And I have no idea about how to make it better. Me and my husband well mainly me and my friend have been discussing owning our own lounge. I really think we could do it. My husband is not a take charge type of man so I know that I will be have to do the delegating of tasks for shit to get done. We have a lot of ideas but ideas don't get shit done, action does.

The SBA website has a lot of good information to shift through. The shit is so dry though. I want to try and get a part time gig at a lounge so I can know the business better. I believe the 28-40 yo old night life market is virtually ignored for adults. Grown people like to go out too we just don't because we don't want to kick it with a bunch of 18 year olds listening to shitty music. Alot of spots here are all over the place with promotions..black night, latin night, gay night etc etc to me its all exclusive like if you are not black but like hip/hip urban music its not the place for you. It isn't nothing but passive aggressive segregation. But we will see how it works out. I do tend to bounce from one career idea to another. Maybe this would stick if the people around me keep encouraging me and supporting me.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Today..

Was hard..When I first heard of Michael Jackson's passing I didn't expect it to affect me the way it had. Tears flowed and flowed. All I can see was this man who loved to perform who was gentle and sweet and we just shitted on him and now..he is gone. I grew up with Michael there was never a time in my life he wasn't there. He was my first crush. I remember being so proud of him and thinking how cute he was. This BLACK man ruled. Do you hear me! No one..no one was more famous than he. Artists aspire to be like him but they can't touch it. He is legend. They just don't have artists like him anyone that lived and breathe the art they created. I know he is weeping with us, at all the love being put out in the atmosphere for him. It was like my brother died..but I would have been the ghetto sister cussing muthafuckers out for running my brother's name through the mud. I would have beat bitches in to the concrete. I wouldn't let any body fuck with him. But he wasn't my brother.... I know they say he belonged to all of us and to a point he did but he belonged to his family. He was a breathing human being not a personality or Jacko or all that bullshit. He was Michael Joseph Jackson, a son, brother and father.

Michael was a grown man and he made the choices he made and who am I to judge. That man carried weight. Folks talk about him as if he worked at Kinko's we can't compare his life to ours or judge his choices. We just can't. As I watched the memorial service for him the tears began to flow again. Our Michael is gone. Children have lost their father. I can't even imagine! Those poor poor kids. I hope people leave them alone. Please leave them alone. And Katherine! That was her child! No mother ever ever thinks about burying their child. I am depressed about the whole situation and confused to weep for a man I never knew is confusing. Why do I hurt like I do. Why do I want to hug his family and tell them how sorry I am. Who am I? Maybe its because we grew up with them. I don't know but lord I have cried a river today.

Everyone at the memorial to me touched on all sides of Michael the performer, the friend, the brother, the father. None of us are one thing are we? I was wanted to cuss when I saw Al Sharpton and was ready to get army marching to tell him to shut up but when he spoke to the kids I was like YES YES. "Nothing is strange about your daddy, what he had to deal with was strange" That was the truth. He saved himself because I was ready to ring the alarm with all that shouting he was doing. Brooke's shaking hands... But for me who truly captured the memorial was Stevie Wonder. Oh my God his song choices!!! The Lyrics to They Won't Go When I Go was so poignant. I am crying now just thinking of it. Stevie you are a genius and a blessing.. Fuck the haters Michael..they can't touch you...

Paris baby girl..thank you for being strong and speaking for your Daddy. A father is a girl's first love. She broke my heart because she is having to be strong and experience something that my 34 year old ass can't comprehend. When she called him Daddy it just broke my heart. Daddy means something to a girl I can't explain it. Thank you for being a brave girl and letting us know how much you loved him. We appreciate, respect and cherish that the first words we heard you speak was for the love of your father. I know this blog sounds like a babbling hot mess but I had to write it. Typo's, fucked up grammar and all. It's from the heart. Thank you Michael I pray and hope your soul is at peace in God's glory. I love you..I love you..


Friday, July 3, 2009

This is hilarious

When India Arie meets Erykah Badu..