This is the Problem

All right, at the risk of sounding like my mother or even my grandmother (taking a deep breath of preparation) I have to say this: "Remember the good old days when music videos were fun and cool and you got all the hot new dance moves? You know, way back in them days when you had didn't know what was being said in a song until you were about 21 and you were sitting with a friend and it suddenly dawned on you like "Oh shit, that's what they were talking about?" Is it just me or are all them music videos fighting to see who can corrupt the kids the most?" Have you seen the latest Usher video "Lil Freak". Better still, have you heard the words?



"Put her hands in your pants and be my lil freak"

Huh? Really Usher? Dayum! So you're telling women to be bisexual for your personal pleasure. Hmmm. Something to think about huh parents? This is what he's telling your kids to do because let's face it that's who's going to be following those steps. So the next time your bumping this or any of the other overtly sexual songs in your car know that your child is somewhere acting it out.
I'm Just Saying!
SIDEBAR: What's up with fellas trying to put women on some bisexual *ish? Then turn around and get mad because women are all on each other in the club? Have to explore that in the next post.

Deuces

When It Hurts So Bad!

I was thinking the other day and I must admit it made me laugh. Why is it when our relationships fail and we lose the love we thought would last forever, we try to find the most hurtful, gut busting, heart-wrenching songs to play over and over and over again? It’s like we want to relive the break up every 3-4 minutes through someone else’s story. Or 5 min and 09 secs if your playing it’s Brian McKnight "Kiss Your Love Goodbye” .

I know I’m not the only one who’s laid in an empty bathtub, wearing a pair of the draws he left behind, on a hunger strike, listening to Sade. Belting song lyrics through nonstop sobs, contemplating downing the bottle of bleach arms length away, just so the pain can end. Okay maybe that was just me but you feel what I’m saying.

Then, as if you weren’t already swimming around in an emotional cesspool, one of your friend drops by with a mix of the songs they listened to the last time they had their heart broken like a suicide soundtrack. What they’re basically saying is:

“If you really want to feel like sh*t listen to this. Okay, I’m leaving now and I Ieft a rusty razor right next to you, okay? I’ll check on you tomorrow. Have fun!”

I'm wondering... Do we secretly take pleasure in the pain of heartbreak? Do we listen to these songs because we find comfort in knowing somebody else has had their a** kicked by love? Do we suggest painful songs to friends as a shared experience or is it sweet revenge because we’ve told them “You need to stop messing with that fool,” over a million times but they never wanted to listen? Then they’re calling you at 3 am like “you won’t believe what he/she did,” like you didn’t have work the next day.

Yeah I’ve been there on. Both sides.

So I’m sending this one out to everyone who’s had their heart broken or if you’re going through it right now. My suggestion is get out of those old draws, put some water in that tub and wash away your stale a**. Dig deep and paint on a smile, turn on some feel good music and feel good because life is still beautiful.
(Repost from former Blog for your enjoyment)

Are You Eff'n Serious?

It’s was another day of surfing the web in search of the latest headlines, horoscopes and words of encouragement, when I came across what sparked the title of today’s entry that I will be incorporating into my Blog in the future. It’s a lil something I’d like to call:

Are you Eff’n Serious? 
Michael Jackson Memorial nominated for Outstanding Variety Television award by NAACP Image Awards 

Foreal, how did this happen? Was one of the mentally impaired people that every company is required to hire, given the opportunity to choose a winner for this category (also apart of the equal opportunity requirements)? Or maybe it was a big snowstorm and the only person in the building was the janitor who had not quite gotten his GED yet, and the nominations had to go out right that moment leaving the task in his hands and unfortunately he didn’t know that Memorial is another word for Funeral. As in Loss. As in Eye on the Sparrow.

Now, I understand that we are seriously under represented on TV but it’s hard for me to believe there was nothing else to nominate? No Celebrity Comedy Roast? Old Sold Train episodes? Hell, I would have been okay with a high school talent show that aired on some Public Access channel. Not a damn funeral! FYI, that big shiny box they had up front wasn’t a podium for a midget, Michael Jackson was in there!

To be fair I can see how they could have been confused especially with Usher’s “emotional” rendition of “Gone To Soon” which he ended by snatching of his sunglasses and reaching for the casket like it was suddenly rolling away. Then there was the dramatic Usher/Jackson family hug, and who can forget Usher burying his head in Kathryn Jackson’s lap like he was a contestant in a pie-eating contest. You know what, now that I think about it, I’m taking everything I said back. This whole thing is Usher’s fault.

Seriously though, this nomination was a horrible call by the NAACP and if this is the kind of decision making going on over there it's not wonder black people never got reparations. I'm just saying NAACP, in the future if you find yourself grabbing at straws over who to give an Image Award to just remember, you can always give it to me.

Nodding in Confusion

Excuse my lateness on this (I don't have cable) but I'm sooooo feeling Jay-Z's new video "On the The Next." Unfortunately, I don't know what any of the images have to do with the song besides maybe the burning basketballs but I'm giving him 10 cool points for excluding 33 half butt naked stripper chicks forcing me to watch ass throughout the song.

Check it out and tell me what you think.

Enough!

Don’t get me wrong I totally get it. Kanye West was a drunken idiot who crashed the VMA stage and stole Taylor Swift’s moment of glory and with the rest of the world I fumed and cursed him for being a bully to this sweet young girl. But how long are we going to have to sit by and watch her accept awards that when we're really honest with ourselves, she doesn’t deserve. Last night she nabbed the People’s Choice Award for ‘Female Artist of the Year’, in 2009 the Country Music Awards ‘Album of the Year’ and 5 American Music Awards including ‘Album of the Year’ over the greatest entertainer of our lifetime Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson people. An artist whose music is known all over the world and will live on for years to come and who had just tragically died. Album of the Year? Really? Hell most of the people I know can’t sing along to one song on a Taylor Swift album meanwhile Osama Bin Ladin is probably throwing Michael Jackson cave parties. Look, I’m not trying to sound like a hater nor downplay her accomplishments. Taylor Swift do your thing. I’m simply saying, “Enough!”