Lovin’ ya’ hole seed/ and be in there boo’/

7 End the year CD’s.

I am cillin’ at Cato’s Ale House, in a city called Piedmont, a small town that cluster in the north eastern part of Oakland. I am enjoying some wifi and pondering my first post of ’06.

Yeah…Imma put my backpack on and talk about my appreciation of CD’s that I found my self listening to this year. So, it is not the traditional end of the year list, but it matters to me.

Happy New Year Blog family.

Been up since 4am, took a 7 am flight, and have yet to take a nap. But what would life be like without the grind.

topa’ that/ you got the good power u!/.
Word Meth!?!? I didn’t know you appreciated it that much.<<<>>>


1. Tical

I found myself listening to Tical right before my first final. It was like my pre-game, locker room, warm up song. Tical is so grimy and war like. Very approriate for helping me get my mind right for exams.

2. Dare is a Darkside
I got the stunt/ inna front/ with a blunt and moet.

Red and ‘nem had some of the founkist jawns outside of Memphis and the Bay. And his skits are just as appealing as the damn songs. I listened to this the summer, while putting together some Ikea (those baaastads!), then started bumping it again a couple of months ago.

3. Voodoo

After the final was done, I would take a shower, turn on the the D’Angelo, proofread my answer, send to the registrar. Then just carry D w/me on the ‘pod. There was something so sensual about hearing him slowly, Marvin Gaye it out where he was coming from, stating,

I am going to/take you/away from him

At the end of the day a girl, wants to be pursued & loved consistently, right? I guess after sitting down for L-school exams I needed to hear a song that was light and easy and made a sista’ feel desireable, ya feel me?

4. Spoon

Who knew White boys could, rock, get founky and be soulful. They have some cool baselines, and some memorable lyrics and That is really the essence of a good song, hip hop or otherwise.

5. Extraordinary Machine.

Fee, fee. All I gotta say is, a white girl, whose major influence is Maya Angelou, and whose lyrics reflect it. And I quote,

If there was a better way to go it would find me,
I can’t help it the road, just rolls out, behind me,
be kind to me,
or treat me mean,
I’ll make the most of it
I am an extraOrdinarymachine.

6. Goapele

I ain’t even GOT the new Gwop yet, but I rep her just on the strenght that she is from Oakland.
Yeah so I know it is about Hip Hop…but, fam…yall need to get up on that Spoon

7. Platinum Pied Piepers (PPP)
Yes, my girl Tiombe did come tight on that album. I can only imagine what wonderful things she will offer us this year. T is a sultry Libra, who has a deft hand a writing songs that are both vulnerable and inspiring. I think ’06, no, I know, ’06 is going to be a dope year for her.

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SEX AND MONEY

I was thinking a couple of weeks ago about how sex and money are so pervasive in our lives, especially in the lives of women. However, I could not think of any place where the two issues were analized together. Bada boom bada bing. The sex and money post is born. Tell me what you think blog family.

  • Rapid HIV test,is giving some false positives. When it is finally up and running it WILL change how we date. Read here.
  • Wouldn’t be dope if you get your potential smash buddy to take the rapid HIV test when slip a lil’ but of “truth serum” into his taco?……talk about a perfect date. All truth, no lies.
Money

  • Pension removal countdown. So. You thought you were gonna retire and live cool. Sike. So far, IBM has got the ball rolling in ’06 interms of making sure, employees understand that it is not about them, but the bottom line allways. Read Here.

Now everyone, including executives, will have their IBM pension plans frozen in January 2008. IBM will thereafter only contribute to their own private 401(K) pension plans.

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Cross town beef be like cross town traffic…

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Why White Kids love/don’t love Hip Hop

The love hip hop the same reason America loves negros, its reflexive. Knowwhusayin nahmean, know whamean?

They got this ignant ass article inna Villagevoice about what wp’s on facebook listen to. I don’t give a flying f*ck about what them nigg*s lissen’ to. Somebody did make a valid point about how w collge kids do not “CONNECT” w/ hip hop the way they do with -er, Dave Matthews Band. On one level…it was kinda racist ( you connect to WHAT you connect to), but then again I felt them. It is what it is.

But even to take it one step further, I think that WK’s are able to feel some of that ignorant as HH because by and large, it ain’t they communities being affected. And before you try and lobb one of them back pack head wrap allegations lissen’!

I peep how when negros come w/ the critical arguments some people who write about hip hop try silence ’em, and undermine ’em, deride ’em with allegations of being a backpacker….But I tell you a$$ quick…being a back packer changed my life fam…and I put that on 83rd and A street. Town business. RIP to Darcell Lewis.

Think about the people who whine about the old heads complainin’ about the state of HH. Yeah we mad, man. Looking at HH hurts. Looking at the hood hurts. Of course we are going to complain. We are the first generation to simultaneously benefit from and lose (many of) the sacrifices that the old heads maintained for us in jthe 50’s & 60’s.

The Privileges of Being a White Hip Hop Fan

I would even argue that one of the privileges of being a w hh fan is that you can love the music but not trip off how destructive it is.

It has NEVER been just music for us. Never. Sam Cooke. James Brown. Dude. Marvin. NWA. . We might have laughed at Pharcyde or the Beatnuts. But trust…we allways knew which side our bread was butter on, which side of the tree we could swing from.

But it was never *just* music because our ability to speak was *never* just speaking. It was our language. One of the only things that could never be taken from us. Show me a nigg@ who been through some sh*t and I will show you someone with some fascinating language.

For the record. I personally believe that the MUSIC should not change. I think that the young bucks abilities analytical faculties should be cultivated. But that is another story.

But then again. Some white kid’s in the country just as f*cked off in the game as ours. They are being under or uneducated also, so we are all going to h*ll in a handbasket (as my momma say).

On that Go Ignant Mix type that I bought for ONLY $6…there is a joint w/ Casual…and E-40..when I was lissenin’ to it this morning I was like…who as THAT nigg@ rappin’….

Why did one of my finals get postponed ’till January…you know imma have to knuckle up in the next couple of days…. Ohhh wee…New Idea Blog Family…Immm start doing some posts under Sex and Money…’cuz you know sex and money are so pervasive in the lives of WOMEN especially…but if you trip….ain’t nobody writin’ about that ‘ish though….so I introduce to you…

Honey check it you got me mesmirized with your

black hair and ya fat @ss thighs…

This post is dedicated to the brotha’s puttin’ it down on screen….er—so the fact that Christmas is down the street AND the subways are running got me feelin’ friskay
She Hate Me

Dude…when Anthony Mackie hoisted Kerry up against that walll I did know if I wanted to run out the theater or…lets just say or…That evening…to be Anthony Mackied became a VERB.

Love Jones

I am not gonna front…I do not know how their scene jumped off…but I vaguely remember being moved by that is….

Baby Boy

You ever see the mash going down on the screen and you swallow, and hold your breath at the same time…well when Tyrese got his magnificent self all up in Taraji…post fight…I was like daaaaaaamn ginnaaaaaah!. His Mash is magnificent……

I hear crickets chirpin’ blog family…leave a sis’ a message…it helps to keep me motivated..that means you Santana…you stay reading but never post up…show me some of that New Years love…-MM

Thinkin of a master plan

…cuz ain’t nuthin but sweat inside my hand. -The R.

The post is dedicated to Donnell Alexander and his essay:

“Are Black People Cooler than White People?”

I’m cool like this:

I read fashion magazines like they’re warning labels telling me what not to do.
When I was a kid, Arthur Fonzarelli seemed a garden-variety dork.
I got my own speed limit.
I come when I want to.
I maintain like an ice cube in the remote part of the freezer.
Cooler than a polar bear’s toenails.
Cooler than the other side of the pillow.
Cool like me.
Know this while understanding that I am in essence a humble guy.

I’m the kinda nigga who’s so cool that my neighbor bursts into hysterical tears whenever I ring her doorbell after dark. She is a new immigrant who has chosen to live with her two roomates in our majority-black Los Angeles neighborhood so that, I’m told, she can “learn about all American cultures.” But her real experience of us is limited to the space between her Honda and her front gate; thus, much of what she has to go on is the vibe of the surroundings and the images emanating from the television set that gives her living room a minty cathode glow. As such, I’m a cop-show menace and a shoe commercial demi-god–one of the rough boys from our ‘hood and the living, breathing embodiment of hip hop flava. And if I can’t fulfill the prevailing stereotype, the kids en route to the nearby high school can. The woman is scared in a cool world. She smiles as I pass her way in the light of day, unloading my groceries or shlepping my infant son up the stairs. But at night, when my face is visible through the window of her door lit only by the bulb that brightens the vestibule, I, at once familiar and threatening, am just too much.

Thus being cool has its drawbacks. With cool come assumptions and fears, expectations and intrigue. My neighbor wants to live near cool, but she’s not sure about cool walking past her door after dark. During the day, she sees a black man; at night what she sees in the shadow gliding across her patio is a nigga…..


Imho *he* really needs to have a blog…