30 Wednesday Dec 2009
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love Pronunciation [luhv]
–noun
1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3. sexual passion or desire.
4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
5. (used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?
6. a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour. Continue reading
29 Tuesday Dec 2009
Posted in Blue Lines, Fiction
Hmmm…how should I begin, don’t go to sleep right after killing the late night after watching Seven Pounds, it can lead to some odd dreams. (Disclaimer, if you have not seen Seven Pound, although this simply touches on some of the movie’s concepts, read at your discretion). Being that this was the night/early morning of 12/24 I may not recall all the particular details. Continue reading
23 Wednesday Dec 2009
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50 Cent, 9/11, Andy Allo, Antony and the Johnsons, BLACKsummers'night, Blueprint III, Chrisette Michelle, Common, Jay-Z, John Frusciante, Kanye West, KiD CuDi, Kip Malone, Lil Wayne, Maxwell, Michael Jackson, Mr. Hudson, music, ODB, Prom Queen, Raekwon, Rain Machine, Revel The Masses, Santogold, Silversun Pickups, Spike Jonze, Straight No Chaser, Swoon, The Rebirth, TV On the Radio, Unfresh, Va$tie, War Child, Wu-Tang Clan
Alternative album of the Year: Silversun Pickups – Swoon
Hip-Hop Album of the Year: Mos Def – The Estatic
Best Indie Artist of Year (just dropping songs): Blu
The female artists that you should like because she’s good, not because everybody tells you that you should of the Year (the Joi Gilliam Award): Andy Allo – Unfresh
Mixtape of the year 50 Cent – War Child (better than his album)
Hot Album of the Year that I can’t quantify: Antony and the Johnsons – The Crying Light
Best Video of Year (longform): Kanye West/Spike Jonze “We Were Once A Fairytale”
Going Solo Album of Year: TVoTR’s Kip Malone – Rain Machine
Surprising Sequel to a Classic 90’s Album: Raekwon – Only Built For Cuban Linx Pt II (I can’t even do most Wu-Tang anymore, but they produced a winner here)
Experimental Album of the Year: NASA – The Spirit of Apollo (appearances by ODB, Kanye West, John Fruciante, and Santogold do not hurt) Runner up Basement Jaxx – Scars
Spanish language Album of Year: Nelly Furtado – Mi Plan
Album that “everybody” is “supposed” to love and not criticize of the Year: Jay-Z – BPIII
Guilty pleasure song of year Lil’ Wayne – Prom Queen (Gulity pleasure album the as of yet unrealeased Rebirth)
Best “music” blog (tie): Va$htie (http://www.vashtie.com/blog/) / Kanye blog (http://www.kanyeuniversecity.com/blog/)
Most slept on album of the Year: Mr. Hudson – Straight No Chaser (aka 2009’s 808 and Heartbreaks)
Comeback Album of the Year: Maxwell – BLACKsummers’night
Best Insight into a band of the Year: Revel The Masses (http://www.myspace.com/revelthemasses)
Rainy Day/Chilling at House/Writing album of Year: Norah Jones – The Fall
Best concert of Year I didn’t attend: Jay-Z 9/11 Tribute concert at MSG
Concert of the Year: Maxwell/Common/Chrisette Michelle BLACKsummers’night Tour (Runner up Coldplay at Philips Arena)
Musical event of the Year: Death of Michael Jackson
Album of the Year:KiD CuDi – MAN on the MOON: the END of DAY
Artist of the Year: Michael Jackson
23 Wednesday Dec 2009
Posted in Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays
It was December 24th on Hollis Ave after dark
When I see a man chilling with his dog in the park
I approached very slowly with my heart full of fear
Looked at his dog, oh my God, an illin’ reindeer
But then I was illin’ because the man had a beard
And a bag full of goodies, 12 o’clock had neared
So I turned my head a second and the man had gone
But he must have dropped his wallet smack down on the lawn
I picket the wallet up then I took a pause
Took out the license and it cold said “Santa Claus”
A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G’s
Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease
But I’d never steal from Santa, cause that ain’t right
So I was going home to mail it back to him that night
But when I got home I bugged, cause under the tree
Was a letter from Santa and the dough’s for me
It’s Christmas time in Hollis Queens
Mom’s cooking chicken and collard greens
Rice and stuffing, macaroni and cheese
And Santa put gifts under Christmas trees
Decorate the house with lights at night
Snow’s on the ground, snow white so bright
In the fireplace is the yule log
Beneath the mistle toe as we drink egg nog
The rhymes that you hear are the rhymes of Darryl’s
But each and every year we bust Chrsitmas carols
Rhymes so loud and proud you hear it
It’s Christmas time and we got the spirit
Jack Frost chillin, the orchids out
And that’s what Christmas is all about
The time is now, the place is here
And the whole wide world is filled with cheer
My name’s D.M.C. with the mic in my hand
And I’m chilling and coolin’ just like a snowman
So open your eyes, lend us an ear
We want to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
21 Monday Dec 2009
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18 Friday Dec 2009
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Hawaii
16 Wednesday Dec 2009
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Players Ball – Outkast (1993 LaFace Christmas album)
[Intro]
Man.. the scene was so thick
Low riders, Seventy-seven Sevilles, El Dawgs
Nuttin but them ‘llacs
All the players, all the hustlers
I’m talking bout black man heaven heah, yknahmsayin? Yeah..
[Andre]
It’s beginnin to look a lot like what? Follow my every step
Take notes on how I crept, I’s bout ta go in depth
This is the way I creep my season here’s my ghetto rep
I kept, to say the least no no it can’t cease
So I begin to piece my two and two together
Gots no snowy weather, have to find something to do better bet!
I said subtract so shut up that, nonsense about some solid solid..
I gots in crunk if it ain’t
real
ain’t right
I’m like no matter what the season
Forever chill with Smith, I sip my fifth, I chill with Wess’
and got my reasons so tell me what did you expect?
You thought I’d break my neck, to help y’all “Deck, the the..”
Oh naw, I got other means of celebratin
I’m gettin blizzard at HoJo, I got that hoochie waitin
I made it through another year cain’t ask fo’ nothin much mo’
It’s OutKast for the boots I thought you knew so now you know
Let’s go
[Chorus]
All the players came..
from
far and wide
Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangsta rides
Now I’m here to tell ya.. there’s a better day
When the player’s ball is happenin, all day ery’day
[Big Boi]
Halle-lu-jah, halle-lu-jah
Y’know I do some things mo’ different than I.. used ta
Cause I’m a player, doin what the players do
The package sto’ was closed, okay my day is ruined
This is ridiculous, I’m gettin serious, I’m gettin curious
cause the house is smellin stank the chitlins old as bitches
I made no wishes cause I’m mobbin folk niggaz in the back
Gettin tipsy off the nog’gen,
high
as hell off the contact smoke
They havin a smoke out in my back seat (yeah)
They passin
herb
rewindin verses cause it’s in the air
I hit the parks, I hit the cuts, I’m hittin switches
Cause I’m switchin from side ta side lookin for ho snitches
I’m wide open on the freeway my pager broke my vibe
cause a junkie is a junkie three-sixty-five
It’s just another day of work to me the spirit just ain’t in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what them junkies gotta give me
cause it’s like that, heh, yeah
Forever pimpin, never slippin, that’s how it is (check it)
[Chorus]
[Big Boi]
Ain’t no chiminies in the ghetto so I won’t be hangin my socks
on no tip, I’m quick as a tick, fix me a plate
I got the remedy, so brings in that ham [not!]
Don’t need no ham [hocks!] don’t play me like I’m smokin rocks
I got the munchies, we got the Mary Jane in the Dungeon
Just to let you niggaz know in ninety-three that’s how we comin
So ho ho hos, check my king-ass ‘fro
The gin and juice has got me tipsy so umm..
[Andre]
It goes, give me ten, and I’ll serve you then, now we bend
the corner in my Cadillac, my heart does not go pitty-pat for no rat
I’m leaning back my elbows out the window
Coke rhyme and indo fills my body, where’s the party?
We roll deep, we dip to underground, see’s a lot of hoes around
I split my
game
while waitin countdown
A five fo’ a three two here comes the one
A new year has begun, P-Funk spark another one..
[Chorus]
[Peaches]
Here’s a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
Gettin down for theirs
From East Pointe, College Park, Decatur, Devry
You know, niggaz world wide
Down, for theirs..
[Chorus]
11 Friday Dec 2009
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09 Wednesday Dec 2009
Posted in Blue Lines
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Atlanta, Blue Lines, interpretation, Kenneth Suffern Jr, North Carolina, Starbucks, UNC Chapel Hill
The following are a collection of readers thoughts of the prologue to Blue Lines. These are not my words, and forgive the formatting, I think that everyone who replied at that time wrote in capitalized text.
Reread last week’s blog for another interpretation of the Prologue from characters not associated with the manuscript.
07 Monday Dec 2009
Posted in Music Mondays
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Bacative, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Key Yemaya Walker, Knowle West Boy, music, Music Mondays, Tricky
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.
