mama we made it!!!

Mama We Made it!!! I just wanted to put you in the know! This is about your grandchildren... They have brought the family together, they are smart and remind us about how we used to be. The love flows and ohh mama.. the love... it flows and it flows in abundance. Did I mention that the love flows? The oldest of your grandchildren was asked a few questions yesterday. It was impromptu.. we asked her about the badges she wears on her school uniform. She answered the questions diligently... But mama get this.. The conversation turned from her uncles and aunts asking her questions to her moderating the discussion. Mama her transition from person getting asked questions to person asking questions was well executed.. Flawless! She kept us intrigued (even your 40 year old). Mama the girl is in grade 7. BUT IT IS NOT JUST HER!! Sorry mama for shouting.. but your grand children impress everyone.. I am grateful for you, and I know you are smiling. I just wanted to say thank you! P.S Your husband is cool too... the standard you set is evident! Also I just wanted to really tell you I saw this really cool plant vase that will let you play mp3s from this thing called an Iphone... But we will talk about that another timee

Good blog idea gone bad... (new york is killng me)

Yeah so the last post didn't quite come out right... (one day ill go back and edit it properly)

I think the underlying message was that, I have seen it, and got into it, not from just an outsiders point of view, but really hung out with Industry people.. (I have sat next to label heads, and shared peanuts with em, watching the yankees play-> yeah that heavy)..

SO... Gill Scott Heron, the guy that wrote/did "the revolution will not be televised" did this on his new album...

It's called "New York Is Killing Me"... Understand I love the place but i miss my peeps

listen to it.. (and replace the whole jackson Tennesse thing With Harare ZImababwe, and that's my Song....)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRe3c_n20sA

living off borrowed time

I get inspired at the oddest times, and often enough by the oddest people...

I haven't felt like writing for a while.. Mostly because my previous source of Inspiration is no longer that.. (a source of inspiration).

A few nights ago, I hung out with a friend, an absolutely amazing person....

(If this was a movie... This is where you would get a flashback and go Into a little bit of the protagonists psyche and hopefully get to know him a little better)



Younger me says:

I love New York City*, mostly because my parents lived here as students back in the 70's and I grew up hearing stories about NY. The places and people! I have always wanted to live here (to this day, I'd rather have a pair of Ewing's over Jordan's)!!!!

Apart from the Rents. I linked myself to NY through the music.... Queens Bridge, Marcy, Bed Stuy, Jamaica & The list of places streets, projects and intersections that I had heard of, referenced videoed and criminalized through the music! It's almost impossible to quantify it all. But WE ALL KNEW THEM (who hasn't heard of Marcy or Queens Bridge?

It sounds silly, but through my moms and my pops stories (growing up) add in the music, movies, and pop culture I have always wanted to be here... NYC



I have a good friend who was a journo/intern/freelancer for a couple of hip hop/entertainment magazines... The source, Vibe, The New Yorker, Time Out, etc.. & works for a label nowadays... Hanging out is cool, cus she gets me In to album listening, back stage at shows. And just having drinks and rubbing shoulders w industry people---> kinda cool getting to be able to eat from the same table as people I grew up watching!

She tells me about the In's and Outs of the industry (journalism/entertainment)... Some of the stories are funny, some of it is sad, most of it is out there already, but it's cool hearing the stories first hand from people that where actually there..

As much as I like, hearing about these things... It was never stuff,I considered awe Inspiring, until a few nights ago..

I was looking at a Cuban mini statue (in her apartment). Afro woman, really big ass. Big breasts small waist. Perky nipples... Then my friend was telling me about her experience with black Cubans...

The story she told me is the inspiration of this post! She told me about how she met Assata Shakur (Google her), the secrecy and controversy...

She was there with Common when he wrote "A song about Assata"... *

I asked her why she was writing about other things and not about this particular thing, or the other awesome stuff that she has witnessed.. her response to me..

"I tell my stories, but only to my close friends... when its all said and done, I would rather be like Gloria Vanderbilt and tell my story when I am in my 80's"

What gets me, is that I get to hear her stories about the golden era first hand, and I have been introduced to a few people from that era through her... its fucking beeaaautiful! 7


The real lesson here is that, well, I love New York... and I am getting to experience things beyond what I could possibly have imagined possible (movie stuff), when I got on that plane to move here...

Fate/life is funny....

I feel like it's borrowed time though, My heart is still In Africa.. Yes Meeting Dame Dash, Erykah Badu, DJ Evil Dee, Jean Grae, Questlove (actually I am not even gona go there, I its been an experience, and when I say meet, I mean get introduced)

Honestly Id rather, be at Jubilee day, Saints Vs PE, or be there to help out my Dad if something ever happened to him...

For some reason, I feel like that will be my freedom...








*If u needed that foot note, don't read my stuff again**

** I am now back to Zero blog followers....
Pats self on the back***

*** realizes he had no one following blog in the first place****

**** Well at least people that fall into that homo sapien category

Hmmm....

So.... I'm listening to Q-Tips "Barely in Love"

As an artist you can, look around paint a picture and see how it works out....

Sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn't...Everyday I feel like I grab my idealistic points of views and express them! I put them out there, express them and just pray the world doesn't come crashing down on me..

I think that it is a part of what life is all about... (I'd rather be the person that tried and lived his/her life than someone that played it safe...)

You try you fail, you give it you're all.. it takes guts to put yourself out there (considering the consequences --> I know this because I am a real man! #nogames ).. End of the day, It feels good to do so, do you!

Have a vision pursue it! And see if it works out..

That's what makes us men!

You win you loose!



Then continue on to the regularly scheduled programing ehh pinky?

Don't fall In Love...

I work with people... I work In Sales...

I have to build relationships, with strangers.... I have to be personable enough to get a time constrained CEO (or vp) to talk about his fishing trip, or Daughters Birthday Party... While i Handle what he needs to get done.

I'm good, I'm really good at it.

The things I do, for work are crazy.... I have to be creative, I present proposals, sometimes they get approved... often they don't. I love it though...

I FELL asleep

“It’s hard to say.. I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep”

No really what the fuck does that mean?

“Everything is never as it seems…”

????

No!!!!!!!! really I could write random bullshit, and it will seem relevant,

#imjustsaying

commercial break

Commercial break…

Apart from the woman I love… A few friends and family.. Most of what my life encompasses feels like a commercial break.

It’s a loooooooong commercial break… It pays the bills, keeps me socially relevant.
I like the English accented Gecko, The house made of Bud Lights (ahhhh, just the commercial! not the beer!), The commercial rivalry (this company vs. that)..
It’s not why we tune in tho, I tune in for the main show! The commercials are a distraction, sometimes we don’t remember the show, but remember the commercials….

It’s supposed to be the story of a life! My Movie, My Life, not one dictated by a commercial interest!
The main love interest (who will inevitably play hard to get, even though she should know I love her-à but I digress), Naturally there should be a few things that get me down.. an enemy here or there, getting overcharged by an insurance company that endorses a gecko, missing work cus I was hanging out at a house built out of bud lights… Things I will overcome (hopefully), .. Might be a feel good movie, maybe not.! Either way its my story! The Commercials keep on getting in the way though… (The cash for gold, the debt relief commercials).

I think my parents spent a lot of money on the production of this flick, the best producers, locations in (Africa/Europe/US) Granted It’s not a big budget flick (by American standards), It’s supposed to be a well produced/directed flick (think slum dog millionaire- well maybe not but u get what I’m saying).

So far the protagonist (me) has been surrounded by a wealth of talent and opportunity,and has failed to capitalize… The protagonist gets lost at times, discouraged and has made some extremly bad decisions….

It’s one of those stories, where you sort of know the protagonist will pull through and win in the end. (Although he doesn’t show it), the people that know him know that sooner or later he will win! Because he feels he is here to win!

YOU want him to win!!

He is you're guy, the underdog!

The commercial's are about to end...

let's all watch this story...

who knows how it will end.