on the side wall of the Silver Slipper Restaurant in Dudley Square
at the intersection of Dudley Street (Malcolm X Boulevard) and Washington Street
Monday, September 05, 2005
Dedicated to the people of Roxbury
on the side wall of the Silver Slipper Restaurant in Dudley Squareat the intersection of Dudley Street (Malcolm X Boulevard) and Washington StreetSelf-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build
Actually seeing and hearing Kanye's tirade from Friday as opposed to just reading the transcript brought it all home tonight. While I'm still not gonna just abandon all reason and salute son, his stock definitely jumped a little higher in my book. Naturally, he still came off a bi suspect mentioning his business manager and his donation, the crackle in his voice was reminiscent of man a speech that I gave in the NSBE days. Matter of fact, someone mentioned it to me in March. I don't even remember who said it, but it was something to the effect of, "you always get all of us all choked up when you get up there and start speaking from the heart." Hey...I try.I'm only me.
But since we're on the speaking tip, I'll be damned if I didn't get a nice email note from my man Dr. Mike in DC requesting my assistance later this month. So it looks like I'll get a chance to start tackling some of the items on my to-do list sooner than I thought. Just need to make sure the schedule is all clear though. Definitely a bright spot for the week.
But the highlight of the weekend by far was going back to the Lizard Lounge. My contact high is still in effect. Apparently, the scheduled feature performer, Jamaal St. John, didn't make it, so this other homegirl, Sparlha Swa, happened to be in town and did more than a good job of filling in as the prime-time performer. I say that instead of poet, because she had her guitar and tore shT down. It was on some straight India.Irie-type vibe, but of course, Sparlha would probably prefer to say it was a Sparlha Swa-type vibe, but you get the gist. She definitely put on a great show. I still did not make it to the Emerald Isle for a full show, but I will; eventually. But I do plan on hitting up the Dublin House on Monday night. As for the LL's open mic, I ended up signing up after homegirl did her thing, which inevitably placed me dead last on the list. Fuq it. More time to write something at our back table. I was suprised that I was able to somewhat stick to a concept throughout all five pages. Maybe I'll find it and post it on here eventually. But man....everytime I go there and perform in the open mic, I always say to myself, 'damn yo, i wish i had this audio recorded.' The Jeff Robinson Trio is sick wid it. The sht was so ill it had mebobbing my head - while was on the fuqing stage - almost made me lose fuqing track of what I was saying. But nonetheless, it came off lovely and was a fitting end (i hope i'm not the only who thought so) to a nice night of poetry. It may not have even been all that tight of a piece but it felt good. And it's a step in the right direction.
But since we're on the speaking tip, I'll be damned if I didn't get a nice email note from my man Dr. Mike in DC requesting my assistance later this month. So it looks like I'll get a chance to start tackling some of the items on my to-do list sooner than I thought. Just need to make sure the schedule is all clear though. Definitely a bright spot for the week.
But the highlight of the weekend by far was going back to the Lizard Lounge. My contact high is still in effect. Apparently, the scheduled feature performer, Jamaal St. John, didn't make it, so this other homegirl, Sparlha Swa, happened to be in town and did more than a good job of filling in as the prime-time performer. I say that instead of poet, because she had her guitar and tore shT down. It was on some straight India.Irie-type vibe, but of course, Sparlha would probably prefer to say it was a Sparlha Swa-type vibe, but you get the gist. She definitely put on a great show. I still did not make it to the Emerald Isle for a full show, but I will; eventually. But I do plan on hitting up the Dublin House on Monday night. As for the LL's open mic, I ended up signing up after homegirl did her thing, which inevitably placed me dead last on the list. Fuq it. More time to write something at our back table. I was suprised that I was able to somewhat stick to a concept throughout all five pages. Maybe I'll find it and post it on here eventually. But man....everytime I go there and perform in the open mic, I always say to myself, 'damn yo, i wish i had this audio recorded.' The Jeff Robinson Trio is sick wid it. The sht was so ill it had mebobbing my head - while was on the fuqing stage - almost made me lose fuqing track of what I was saying. But nonetheless, it came off lovely and was a fitting end (i hope i'm not the only who thought so) to a nice night of poetry. It may not have even been all that tight of a piece but it felt good. And it's a step in the right direction.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day
Look inside of the mind and see
Cause you might be trapped with a nigga like me
-Buckshot of Black Moon on Slave from the Enta the Stage LP
I can get with this dude's thoughts on musical tastes and Paula Zahn's interviewing skills.
But I damn sure cannot get with a Black male grad student busting off on campus. Are you fuqing kidding me?
But Jordan's first-hand words left me speechless.
I have been BSn all weekend. I didn't muster up much energy to get and do much of anything. I didn't make it down to NYC for the wedding or the parade..and I still need to find a ride for 2G to come up to the Bean. I did, however, clean the crib in anticipation of her visit and did a littl bit of shopping yesterday. Let me say that Building 19 and Ocean State Job Lot are some great businesses that I can see myself supporting more often. I need to pull away from the targets and Wal-Marts of the world. I'm trying to be all decorative and so I copped a futon cover and rug to math m olive walls. But that just sounds so fruity that I think I need to go play some ball right now just o get the taste out of my mouth.
But I have done a lot of thinking this weekend about some immediate tasks I need to accomplish (aside from work) to get some things focused. I need to start booking some speaking engagements like I used to back in the day. I'm not even trying to get paid or anything - I can't really explain it - it's just something I need to be doing; for me. And this conference just gave me an idea for a workshop. As much as I get on Jay-Z for recyling rhymes, I'm going to have to be a biter for today. It's a topic I have yet to encounter in a formal presentation...and if it's ain't in existence, I'll be damned if I'm gonna wait idly for a mufuqa to get it poppin.
Aside from all of that, I fnd myself debating whether to write something and hit up the Lizard Loung tonight or venture to the Emerald Isle for Corey's comedy show. Decisions. Decisions. Plus, I still need to go out and cop some stuff for the crib and play some ball, too. I really, really need to start doing those to-do lists again. I guess I'll get it together eventually.
Cause you might be trapped with a nigga like me
-Buckshot of Black Moon on Slave from the Enta the Stage LP
I can get with this dude's thoughts on musical tastes and Paula Zahn's interviewing skills.
But I damn sure cannot get with a Black male grad student busting off on campus. Are you fuqing kidding me?
But Jordan's first-hand words left me speechless.
I have been BSn all weekend. I didn't muster up much energy to get and do much of anything. I didn't make it down to NYC for the wedding or the parade..and I still need to find a ride for 2G to come up to the Bean. I did, however, clean the crib in anticipation of her visit and did a littl bit of shopping yesterday. Let me say that Building 19 and Ocean State Job Lot are some great businesses that I can see myself supporting more often. I need to pull away from the targets and Wal-Marts of the world. I'm trying to be all decorative and so I copped a futon cover and rug to math m olive walls. But that just sounds so fruity that I think I need to go play some ball right now just o get the taste out of my mouth.
But I have done a lot of thinking this weekend about some immediate tasks I need to accomplish (aside from work) to get some things focused. I need to start booking some speaking engagements like I used to back in the day. I'm not even trying to get paid or anything - I can't really explain it - it's just something I need to be doing; for me. And this conference just gave me an idea for a workshop. As much as I get on Jay-Z for recyling rhymes, I'm going to have to be a biter for today. It's a topic I have yet to encounter in a formal presentation...and if it's ain't in existence, I'll be damned if I'm gonna wait idly for a mufuqa to get it poppin.
Aside from all of that, I fnd myself debating whether to write something and hit up the Lizard Loung tonight or venture to the Emerald Isle for Corey's comedy show. Decisions. Decisions. Plus, I still need to go out and cop some stuff for the crib and play some ball, too. I really, really need to start doing those to-do lists again. I guess I'll get it together eventually.
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