Wednesday, February 18, 2015

5:00 - 5:37 How Sweet the Sound That Saved A Wretch Like Me....

            

Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
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Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
that saved a Soul like me
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Amazing Grace 
How sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
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Grace
Grace
Grace
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Joy
Joy
Joy

Saturday, February 14, 2015

#Rillness

Danger!! Beware!! Reefer Madness



Thursday, February 12, 2015

The Divine Incarnation of Elegance Beauty & TimeLessNess


Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Because D'Angelo = EveryThing Ever Always to the 57th Power

Watching D'Angelo make music -- and I loooove watching me some D'Angelo --  gives me that sensation of knowing you're listening to something that you'll always be able to recall where you were and what you were doing at the time when you hear it in the future. 

For example when Voodoo came out in 2001 I was in love, and the gentleman in question -- (of whom I may say more at another time, one of these days in a whole essay of its own because Lord that a Story all its own...) -- was out of town on business the week that I first bought the brand-new CD. So when I heard the track that is called "UnTitled" on the CD but is known by its refrain "How Does It Feel" I became obsessed and driven with a most single-minded devotion not to rest until he came home and we could do the things that boys and girls enjoy doing together.
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That summer of 2001 was crazy and the video for the song became a flat out national obsession. So it's no deep observation to point out that D'Angelo creates an atmosphere that is so heavily erotic that using the term "love making" is perfectly polite but utterly unrelated to the behavior that one feels compelled to enact when confronted with his music. (What does one want to do  if not make love? one fucks.) In short, D'Angelo is grown folks music. 
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After two decades, and merely three CDs, D'Angelo has become a by-word for Soul/R&B music which during this time has sadly lost its way and much of its soul, particularly when it is compared to Marvin Gay -- and D' just has that Marvin-like je ne sais quoi, the air of a perfect and divine Black God of Love. 
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So it is with natural acceptance and eagerness to worship that I, like everyone else gifted with his newest treat, have begun my listening journey to the newest joint aptly entitled Black Messiah. D', the son of a preacher man, includes in the liner notes his explanation of the title's meaning clarifying that it is by no means a delusive attempt to elevate himself and rather more about inspiration and the discussion, explanation, reflection is like its master thoughtful, deep, righteous and Black/proud, and muti-layered and nothing to do with being a sex God at all. And that makes it so much more fucking sexy! 
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Will drop some more notes as they come to me while I listen to this new treasure! Definitely check out this extraordinary performance with D' and Tony Rich tributing Stevie Wonder -- it is brilliant! 

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Epilogue
The Ghost of the Battle of Deconstructing the Angry Black Woman

*Trixie Raconteur was saying "---Yes, Shacondria there are more important matters to consider than sex!!"

Snorting with gleeful contempt Shacondria said, "Like what??"

"Like music!! Art!! Freedom! The Soul and--" Trixie was trying to think of the many pleasures but it was hard to think and talk at the same time.

"Bitch that's just cuz you ain't getting no sex. Go on, with that mess--!" Shacondria waved her off, eyes rolling, head on swivel, and a half turned back.

Eyes flashing Politrixie opens her mouth to make a stinging reply bur keeping in mind that she and Shacondria have finally managed to create a fragile peace ever since the vicious "disagreement" they had which Trixie privately thinks of as The Battle of  Deconstructing the Angry Black Woman

The air is a little cold between them until Shacondria picks up the DVR remote to replay D'Angelo's SNL performance- from last Saturday --*

SNL Performance of Really Love


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The Charade from D'Angelo's new album Black Messiah



That Fee-Free Cable Realness/I, Too, Sing America!!

Back in the day, before digital cable became the norm it used to be easy to steal cable service and save yourself from a hundred-dollar a month bill, but progress has put a stop to those winsom, carefree times! It used to be so simple, so dangerous to accidentally catch your foot in some of that wayward cord and risk crashing to your death upon the floor by your broken glass of red Kool-aid... Or, wait, maybe that's just me and something that I personally know. You know, maybe it's just me. No. It's not. Clearly. 

I'm not gonna lie and say that I am unfamiliar with the experience of calling up that dude from the neighborhood who works for the cable company and makes a few extra bucks hooking people up with fee-free services. Pay Bruh-Man a $75 and he'll show up around 8 or 9pm, after he gets off his shift, with his tools and begin the process which we'll give ease and entertainment to all the family: he will begin work to "get your cable on". 

Ah, those times... 

  But when you DO take that route then same brotha also ALWAYS ends up having to run a cord from the electrical pole outside thru the kitchen window, detouring through both bathrooms in the house, looping it around banister of the staircase, then applying a splitter to make all the TV sets in all the rooms "cable-ready" until 500ft of awkward, ugly ass cable cord comes to its final resting place in the second bedroom upstairs.

And you can't even pr
etend when nice folks come visit you  -- who probably got so much money that they have legit cable, HBO and Showtime even!! they pay their bill on time every month!! - face sthat your cable hook-up is just like theirs because you got this crazy amount of cable cord in everybody's face (looking like you about to lynch errybody in town, just go over there and cut me off some a that cable cord and errybody getting strung up!! Wait get that one in the middle first cuz I saw him looking at it all condescending so fuck him---). 


This photo is evidence at least of an ATTEMPT to keep secret and unobtrusive the obvious fee-free cable downside. 

Ah, yes...how I remember...!! I stand in solidarity with this home!!
Oh, that Fee Free Cable Realness!!
I, too, sing America!