I am still waiting on my friend to forward me the Little Richard concert pics. You know how that is...oh well.
But in the meantime...
Let me vent about trifling mofo's...Particularly men with women that hound other women while with their woman. So here's to the knuckle head in Wal-Mart the other night...
Yes I saw you, I know you know I saw you, because you were looking dead in my grill. If you noticed the look on my face, you would have seen it was not one of pleasure or excitement, but more so a look of contempt and disgust. Again, I saw you...but tell me this...why did you keep separating from the woman you were apparently shopping with to be all in my grill? Did you really need something off the bakery isle ? I'm just asking. And then to stand in front of the self check out as I was in line starring at me...well can we just say crazy, deranged! Wal-Mart stalking is not sexy! And you are downright trifling!
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Opening Acts
The Forty Acres Fest is an annual student organized event at the University of Texas. The fest is an all day event that features food, games, prizes, and live music. When I was a student, the fest featured acts such as Rob Bass and DJ EZ Rock, Tone Loc, Young MC, and The Roots. In recent years, Ludacris and Common have headlined the fest. So when I heard that my beloved University was bringing Little Richard to town, I had to go! I was just telling my sister that we are beginning to loose our legends, and it would be nice to see some of them perform. Well I can now say that I have seen a living legend perform. As I mentioned in my previous post Little Richard is the originator, often imitated, never duplicated. He however, deserves his own post, and I will get to that once my friend forwards the pics to me.
What I wanted to focus on today were the opening acts. Now I have to remember that this was a student led event, but it seems that they could have really done better. Austin is nicknamed the live music capitol of the world, and there are so very talented musicians here. However, the bands chose to open for Little Richard did not fit that description. First up was Kevin Jack. Well, I will excuse the selection of Kevin Jack because apparently, he won the campus battle of the bands, and that secured him a spot in last nights show. Now Kevin Jack is a rapper, and he was backed by a live band. The problem is, it seems that he assembled his band at the last minute. They took forever to warm up, because most of that time they were on stage bumping their gums. And when the sound engineer asked someone to do a vocal mic check, they all stood their looking at each other with these dumb blank expressions on their faces…Wow. The back up singer stepped to the mic and begin singing “Ooh, la, la, la”…wow, she’s tone deaf. Not a good look. The sound engineer finally stepped up to the vocal mics and said “Mic check, 1-2-1-2, that’s all they had to do to begin with. *smh* Completely unprofessional! My first thought was “And you wonder why know one wants to fool with us”. Well, my allergies begin to give me fits, and I left the concert area to go to the Texas Union to get some water so I could take my allergy pill. When I got back, Kevin Jack was rapping up…yes!
Now, the next act were a group of men who call themselves the Jungle Rockers. Yeah, I don’t quite get it myself. All of their songs sound the same…If you’ve watched the movie “Grease” just think of the “Grease Lightening” song...not too mention the members of the band looked like T-Bird rejects. Yeah, I was in the audience singing the lyrics to “Grease Lightening” to all of their songs. There were three opening acts, and since the show did not start on time, they were each allowed three songs. Well, the T-Birds sang four, well actually, one of them was a maraca solo. I don’t know…but when the lead greaser leaned into the mic to start the lyrics of song number 5, his mic was cut off, the stage lights were turned off, and funk music started blaring from the speakers. The crowd roared, the drummer threw his sticks down, the bass player kept on strumming, and the lead vocalist…well we saw his mouth moving, but to our satisfaction, nothing was coming out. LOL! Thus far, this was the highlight of the night. They finally exited stage left and next up was local Austin blues man, Black Joe Lewis.
Now, I have never heard of Mr. Black Joe, but he looked off to me from jump. He was wearing this dashiki, and the rest of his band looked as though they were auditioning to appear on the blues brothers. Well, my initial opinion of Mr. Black Joe Lewis was right. This man is not right! He steps to the mic, and the first thing out of his mouth was BITCH! Yes, he said it like I typed it. Everyone in the audience were looking around at each other like WTH! Then he proceeds with “You’re always talking that shit…”. I honestly could not understand most of the words coming out of his mouth. But I could understand the last line of his opening number…”I’ma beat yo ass when I get home”. *smh* I can’t take it! Then in his second song, he was asking a woman “Why don’t you call me…”. Umm, maybe because you called her a bitch, and threatened to beat her ass. Ummm, I don’t know…So before he closes he dedicates his final number to all the fine Texas women with big ol’ booty’s, because you know that Texas women are the ones with the big ol’ booty’s. *smh*…Yeah, I did a lot of head shaking last night. At this point, Little Richard appears in one of the windows of the main building, we just see an image in white, and someone zooms in with their camera…yes its Little Richard! At this point, cameras go up, trying to zoom in a snap a picture of the originator. You know that ‘s sad, when we rather try to make out Little Richard in a window far away, then listen to Black Joe Lewis…but let me get back to Mr. Black Joe Lewis. Well, the number he dedicated to us Texas women with the big ol booty’s…started with PLEASE! Mann, I thought he was about to cover James Brown, oh well, so much for a hoping to hear a real song. He proceeds to sing “I want some of that bush in dem jeans”. Yeah, you read that right. *smh*. Again, I could not understand most of what Mr. Joe Black Lewis is saying, but I did make out him begging…”I would do anything to have you, get on my knees, walk like a dog, eat dog food…”. Yes, this fool said he would eat dog food. I’m done!
Yes, this was a hot mess! But don’t fret, seeing Little Richard made it all worth the while. I will post about his performance shortly.
Oh, and I had a conversation with one of his brothers after the show that was interesting. The audience consisted mostly of young white students. There were a few black faces sprinkled through out the crowd, and you had your older members who actually are from Little Richard’s time. Well, his brothers were handing out souvenir books that are actually Christian devotional booklets that contained an autographed picture of Little Richard. FYI, Little Richard is an ordained Minister . As they handed out the books, they thanked everyone for coming out. I got separated from my sister and my friend, so I stood over to the side (thinking they would have to pass me) as they handed out books. His brother handed me a book, then gave me another for a friend. He asked me if I was a longhorn. “Yes” I answer. Well, noticing the demographics of the show he asks “Is there many black longhorns?”. Well, I tell him that in relation to the majority population no, but we exist, and when I was on campus we were the largest minority population. He then proceeds to ask me “Where do the black students in Texas choose to go?”. I told him that TX and TX A&M, are the two institutions that most students within the state of Texas choose to attend. But I did note that Prairie View and Texas Southern are the largest HBCU’s in TX, which he already knew. We also started talking about Rice University, and we got on the subject of Jenna Bush attending UT, and Jeb’s son graduating from the UT college of Law. He then gave me two more books, and told me to remember to always keep God first. They all seem to be very down to earth. Little Richard included, but I will get to that later.
What I wanted to focus on today were the opening acts. Now I have to remember that this was a student led event, but it seems that they could have really done better. Austin is nicknamed the live music capitol of the world, and there are so very talented musicians here. However, the bands chose to open for Little Richard did not fit that description. First up was Kevin Jack. Well, I will excuse the selection of Kevin Jack because apparently, he won the campus battle of the bands, and that secured him a spot in last nights show. Now Kevin Jack is a rapper, and he was backed by a live band. The problem is, it seems that he assembled his band at the last minute. They took forever to warm up, because most of that time they were on stage bumping their gums. And when the sound engineer asked someone to do a vocal mic check, they all stood their looking at each other with these dumb blank expressions on their faces…Wow. The back up singer stepped to the mic and begin singing “Ooh, la, la, la”…wow, she’s tone deaf. Not a good look. The sound engineer finally stepped up to the vocal mics and said “Mic check, 1-2-1-2, that’s all they had to do to begin with. *smh* Completely unprofessional! My first thought was “And you wonder why know one wants to fool with us”. Well, my allergies begin to give me fits, and I left the concert area to go to the Texas Union to get some water so I could take my allergy pill. When I got back, Kevin Jack was rapping up…yes!
Now, the next act were a group of men who call themselves the Jungle Rockers. Yeah, I don’t quite get it myself. All of their songs sound the same…If you’ve watched the movie “Grease” just think of the “Grease Lightening” song...not too mention the members of the band looked like T-Bird rejects. Yeah, I was in the audience singing the lyrics to “Grease Lightening” to all of their songs. There were three opening acts, and since the show did not start on time, they were each allowed three songs. Well, the T-Birds sang four, well actually, one of them was a maraca solo. I don’t know…but when the lead greaser leaned into the mic to start the lyrics of song number 5, his mic was cut off, the stage lights were turned off, and funk music started blaring from the speakers. The crowd roared, the drummer threw his sticks down, the bass player kept on strumming, and the lead vocalist…well we saw his mouth moving, but to our satisfaction, nothing was coming out. LOL! Thus far, this was the highlight of the night. They finally exited stage left and next up was local Austin blues man, Black Joe Lewis.
Now, I have never heard of Mr. Black Joe, but he looked off to me from jump. He was wearing this dashiki, and the rest of his band looked as though they were auditioning to appear on the blues brothers. Well, my initial opinion of Mr. Black Joe Lewis was right. This man is not right! He steps to the mic, and the first thing out of his mouth was BITCH! Yes, he said it like I typed it. Everyone in the audience were looking around at each other like WTH! Then he proceeds with “You’re always talking that shit…”. I honestly could not understand most of the words coming out of his mouth. But I could understand the last line of his opening number…”I’ma beat yo ass when I get home”. *smh* I can’t take it! Then in his second song, he was asking a woman “Why don’t you call me…”. Umm, maybe because you called her a bitch, and threatened to beat her ass. Ummm, I don’t know…So before he closes he dedicates his final number to all the fine Texas women with big ol’ booty’s, because you know that Texas women are the ones with the big ol’ booty’s. *smh*…Yeah, I did a lot of head shaking last night. At this point, Little Richard appears in one of the windows of the main building, we just see an image in white, and someone zooms in with their camera…yes its Little Richard! At this point, cameras go up, trying to zoom in a snap a picture of the originator. You know that ‘s sad, when we rather try to make out Little Richard in a window far away, then listen to Black Joe Lewis…but let me get back to Mr. Black Joe Lewis. Well, the number he dedicated to us Texas women with the big ol booty’s…started with PLEASE! Mann, I thought he was about to cover James Brown, oh well, so much for a hoping to hear a real song. He proceeds to sing “I want some of that bush in dem jeans”. Yeah, you read that right. *smh*. Again, I could not understand most of what Mr. Joe Black Lewis is saying, but I did make out him begging…”I would do anything to have you, get on my knees, walk like a dog, eat dog food…”. Yes, this fool said he would eat dog food. I’m done!
Yes, this was a hot mess! But don’t fret, seeing Little Richard made it all worth the while. I will post about his performance shortly.
Oh, and I had a conversation with one of his brothers after the show that was interesting. The audience consisted mostly of young white students. There were a few black faces sprinkled through out the crowd, and you had your older members who actually are from Little Richard’s time. Well, his brothers were handing out souvenir books that are actually Christian devotional booklets that contained an autographed picture of Little Richard. FYI, Little Richard is an ordained Minister . As they handed out the books, they thanked everyone for coming out. I got separated from my sister and my friend, so I stood over to the side (thinking they would have to pass me) as they handed out books. His brother handed me a book, then gave me another for a friend. He asked me if I was a longhorn. “Yes” I answer. Well, noticing the demographics of the show he asks “Is there many black longhorns?”. Well, I tell him that in relation to the majority population no, but we exist, and when I was on campus we were the largest minority population. He then proceeds to ask me “Where do the black students in Texas choose to go?”. I told him that TX and TX A&M, are the two institutions that most students within the state of Texas choose to attend. But I did note that Prairie View and Texas Southern are the largest HBCU’s in TX, which he already knew. We also started talking about Rice University, and we got on the subject of Jenna Bush attending UT, and Jeb’s son graduating from the UT college of Law. He then gave me two more books, and told me to remember to always keep God first. They all seem to be very down to earth. Little Richard included, but I will get to that later.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Good Golly Miss Molly!
I am going to see the originator this weekend…who was the first to wear the shiny suits? Well, I don’t know if it was James Brown, or Jimmy "Thunder" Early (lol)…but when I think shiny suit, eyeliner, and conk, the first man that comes to mind is Little Richard. This man is a Rock ‘N Roll Icon. Yes, I said Rock N’ Roll Icon! Elvis is given all the props, but there would be no Elvis without greats such as Little Richard and Chuck Berry. And where did you think Paul McCartney got his signature high “Whoo”? Little Richard is truly a living legend, I can’t wait until the show on Saturday…and you know I will be reporting back.
Two Tears In A Bucket!
This has really become my motto in the past week or two. I am spent, I am beyond tired, and I say “Two Tears in a Bucket…”
It seems that I am the shoulder that people in my life tends to lean on. Problem being…when I need a shoulder, it seems there is NO one there. I have spread myself way too thin over the past month, and unfortunately, things are going to get worse before they get better. However, I am going to have to take time and just take care of self. I had a mild panic attack the other morning, only because I have been running myself ragged worring about the well being of others. To hell with everyone else right now. If these past few weeks have taught me anything, they have taught me it’s ok to be selfish.
On another note…
I hate being given the “cold shoulder” but when someone chooses not to communicate with you, what can you do. It seems that a few people in my life have chosen to give me the cold shoulder here recently, and this had me upset for a minute. If I try to reach out to you, I feel that you should at least give me the courtesy of letting me know what’s the deal. I look at is this way…we’re grown, so we should be able to communicate our issues to each other right? I would rather you tell me that you choose not to talk to me and why, versus me sitting here wondering why the hell you are not talking to me. But again I say ‘”Two Tears In A Bucket…”
Now…
I have met a few people via the net. I am not on myspace, nor do I have a profile on any personal sites…There’s a reason for that. However, through blogging, I came across an online community that I grew much “attached” to. I made some connections and really felt as though I made a few friends. It is very odd however, considering I have only met one person, and I have only had actual verbal conversations with a couple. I am generally a guarded individual, however, I really felt comfortable in this format and found myself opening up, like I would with me “real world’ friends. However, things happen, shit happens, people happen, and I learned that not all of us were showing our real faces. It seems that some people get on the net to try to “jump fly”…fabricating stories about themselves to come across interesting or to impress others. I also learned that there is a lot of online “haterism”. I was never one to try to fit into the group. I feel that if you accept me, you are accepting “me”. I also was naïve in believing, that grown azz people know how to act accordingly. My mistake, I forgot grown does not equal mature. My mother has been warning me to be careful because there are crazies on the net…I think I need to heed her warning.
I would just like to close this post by saying…”Two Tears In A Bucket…”
It seems that I am the shoulder that people in my life tends to lean on. Problem being…when I need a shoulder, it seems there is NO one there. I have spread myself way too thin over the past month, and unfortunately, things are going to get worse before they get better. However, I am going to have to take time and just take care of self. I had a mild panic attack the other morning, only because I have been running myself ragged worring about the well being of others. To hell with everyone else right now. If these past few weeks have taught me anything, they have taught me it’s ok to be selfish.
On another note…
I hate being given the “cold shoulder” but when someone chooses not to communicate with you, what can you do. It seems that a few people in my life have chosen to give me the cold shoulder here recently, and this had me upset for a minute. If I try to reach out to you, I feel that you should at least give me the courtesy of letting me know what’s the deal. I look at is this way…we’re grown, so we should be able to communicate our issues to each other right? I would rather you tell me that you choose not to talk to me and why, versus me sitting here wondering why the hell you are not talking to me. But again I say ‘”Two Tears In A Bucket…”
Now…
I have met a few people via the net. I am not on myspace, nor do I have a profile on any personal sites…There’s a reason for that. However, through blogging, I came across an online community that I grew much “attached” to. I made some connections and really felt as though I made a few friends. It is very odd however, considering I have only met one person, and I have only had actual verbal conversations with a couple. I am generally a guarded individual, however, I really felt comfortable in this format and found myself opening up, like I would with me “real world’ friends. However, things happen, shit happens, people happen, and I learned that not all of us were showing our real faces. It seems that some people get on the net to try to “jump fly”…fabricating stories about themselves to come across interesting or to impress others. I also learned that there is a lot of online “haterism”. I was never one to try to fit into the group. I feel that if you accept me, you are accepting “me”. I also was naïve in believing, that grown azz people know how to act accordingly. My mistake, I forgot grown does not equal mature. My mother has been warning me to be careful because there are crazies on the net…I think I need to heed her warning.
I would just like to close this post by saying…”Two Tears In A Bucket…”
Saturday, March 10, 2007
March Madness!
TEXAS FIGHT!
Looks, like it might be Kevin Durant's first and last year as a Longhorn...but first things first...
Well, March Madness is in full effect! Conference Championships are underway, and the bracket will be released tomorrow! I can't wait. This is really the only time, outside of TX B-Ball, that I truly follow college hoops. The Big 12 Championship game is tomorrow, and my Longhorns have a rematch with the Jayhawks...we owe them a Texas sized whooping, and I am hoping my boys can deliver. I am quite sure they have earned their bid to the big dance. I am cheering on the burnt orange and white, we need another final four appearance! Go Horns Go!
Well, March Madness is in full effect! Conference Championships are underway, and the bracket will be released tomorrow! I can't wait. This is really the only time, outside of TX B-Ball, that I truly follow college hoops. The Big 12 Championship game is tomorrow, and my Longhorns have a rematch with the Jayhawks...we owe them a Texas sized whooping, and I am hoping my boys can deliver. I am quite sure they have earned their bid to the big dance. I am cheering on the burnt orange and white, we need another final four appearance! Go Horns Go!
*****UPDATE*****
Well, my boys are officially out of the big dance! So I can care less what happens. LOL Well, actually for the sake of my bracket, I need Florida, Kansas, and Ohio State to reach the Final Four. And...
Just for the Hell of it...I will even root for those damn Aggies. LOL
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