PHOTO BY CARNALUS VIDAL
PHOTO BY CARNALUS VIDAL
PHOTO BY CARNALUS VIDALPHOTO BY CARNALUS VIDALPHOTO BY CARNALUS VIDAL
Directed by ZFCL this is one of the most interesting and beautiful pieces of cinematic artistry I’ve seen. Their website is dope too. They make my inner candy kid very happy.
I saw this picture today and it’s one of those images that I just…….like. I could go on about the symbolism, the underlying themes, and all that but I’m currently working on a writing project right now so I’ll just keep it short and sweet. When I see this picture I think of the fact that love is often times a battlefield, requiring a fierce weilding of the intellect that guards one’s heart from those unworthy to possess it. If love be a battlefield, be wise about your opponent. As you would in a game of chess…….
THE FREEDMINDS COLLECTIVE IS NICE WITH THE TEE GAME. ACTUALLY THEYRE KINDA NICE WITH EVERYTHING THEY DO. THEIR BRANDING IS FLAWLESS. I ADMIRE THE AESTHETIC OF THE ART DIRECTION TOO, LOW BROW YET REFINED WITHOUT COMING OFF AS OVERWORKED OR BOURGEOIS. THIS IS ONE OF THE YOUNG BRANDS I’D LIKE TO SEE HAVE SOME LONGEVITY. ALL AND ALL I RESPECT HOW THEY GET DOWN IN THE CREATIVE SENSE. THE TEE IS HAND ILLUSTRATED BY ARTIST SUSAN WU.
TEE by FREEDMINDS
She’s gorgeous,
When niggas see her
jaws hit the floor, so
when she left
it didn’t break my heart
it broke my torso…..…
The first time I heard Luper was the event that pushed me from impartial spectator to official fan. Peace to Young H of Go In Radio for being the first one to put me on to OFWGKTA through our interview a while back. His last podcast is ill, as always, and features some of their joints, check it here. Now when it comes to rap crews, nobody likes to play favorites but you always end up having one. You know it goes. So as it stands I’ve come to possess a statutory-esque fascination with Earl Sweatshirt. Dude is nasty. He’s already on par with emcees 10 years his senior as far as lyrics and flow are concerned. The music is hella good, but wait until they all can get into a club without it being teen night. I dig em though. It’s like Tribe Called Insane Clown Posse, Wu Jackass, cultural diffusion at it’s finest. When I was the same age as these tikes , black kids who were into alternative culture were looked at kind of like side-show oddities and there were little to no represenatives of that particular demographic in popular culture especially within the realm of hip-hop. It’s fascinating to witness the barrage of fresh creative idealogy spilling from the minds and souls of the MTV Generation as they mature. Side note; is it just me or does California produce some of the most eclectic and verbally agile emcees in the U.S.? That might be reaching a little far but I wasn’t surprised when I heard these kids were from the left coast, as a matter of fact I kind of expected it. Is the weather? Something carried in the breeze coming off the Pacific maybe?
No 13 off Pitchforks Top 50 Music Videos of the 90′s , Nirvana “In Bloom”. Summer before 8th grade.
Photo by Christopher Bucklow
Yesterday, I spent about 4 hours on my floor. Yes, that’s right. 4 hours on my back, on the floor, in deep meditation…sparring with GOD, I call it. Sometimes we all need to lay on the floor and ponder, pray, meditate, whatever you do. It is healing time for the soul. It’s not my intention to preach, or debate about what is right or what is wrong, what is true or what is false, but I do believe in GOD, and I do believe that when you seek you find. I don’t like being confused and yesterday confusion was my middle, first, and last name. I don’t like being afraid either, but I am deathly afraid of one thing and one thing only. I believe that everyone has their own journey, their own path and purpose in this life, and if you don’t know yourself, deeply beyond what you feel you want to know, should know, or can know, you can spend a great deal of your life or the entirety of your life, never knowing the beauty of what it means to be authentically you, the creature you were designed and destined to be. That is my greatest fear.
Hells to the yeah……..this video is like all my childhood fantasies of the perfect universe compressed into an illegal stimulant. It took me a minute to warm up to the actual song but the visuals are just the way I like em….triptastic
Ms. Teresa Jenee aka Jene Eklectic was one of the first connections I made on Facebook. I loved her blog, now in tumblr form, and knew that she was affiliated with the realm of music but hot damn, why did I not know this chick was like ill to the 10th power. See that’s what happens when you don’t take the time to thorougly discover the connections you make…..anywho I always liked her but now I think I love her……Check out the interview on Brooklyn Bodega . And I’m mad late but it’s never too late to support the Ecklectic, the album is LOVE.
Just listen……
that’s the kind of stuff that makes me grateful for my ability to hear……
Shea Rose captured by Kloe York
I find this image to be, for lack of a better phrase, pretty damn epic. I want a print of this somewhere in my house. I spotted this photograph at bglhonline, a natural hair and beauty blog that I think is bomb, as part of a feature on rising bad mammajamma Shea Rose. This beautiful piece of time was captured by the equally beautiful and talented Ketsia Vedrine of Kloe York Photography, who is also one of my newfound life-muses. This image is part of her Rockumentary series.
If you have visited this blog or my previous blog Hot Buttah Biskits and Gravy then you know that I have a BIG thing for the art of photography. I’ve done posts on Katie West, Mel D. Cole, Peter Dean Rickards and Nia Mora to name a few. I was struck by this particular photo immediately. It radiates a sensualism, eroticism even, grounded in the immortality of Bob Marley’s grand appeal and in a larger context verbalizes the part of the female soul that doesn’t mind being subdued and coddled by the masculinity of her lover.
I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who did not want to jump Mr. Marley’s bones; black, white, latino, asian, rocker chick, uptown girl or thug miss. There is no room for discussion. Bob was IT honey. He’s like the jamaican Brad Pitt. Every woman who has ever seen him and/or heard his raggamuffin wail gliding through a pair of speakers probably harbors an immortal dream of being in the very predicament depicted above. This picture loudly beckons me to fantasize. I can imagine crawling up into his lap and burying my head underneath a curtain of locs. I can almost feel his chest underneath the palm of my hand and his honey-glazed skin resting against my upper lip as I breathed in his scent, which I imagine would be something kind of like sunshine, coconut water, good skunk and superb manliness. Perhaps I could convince him to sing to me, or maybe he would just rock me slowly as I watched the sun set over the sprawling hills. Twista, I now understand how a grown woman could be moved to say something so incestuous and ridiculous to a man.
Interesting fact, I used to date someone who had quite a way with the ladies and while researching our astrological compatibility( i’m a student of the astrological sciences) I discovered both he and Bob were born on the same day, Feburary 6th aka The Day of Popularity. Gary Goldschneider’s ’The Secret Language of Birthdays‘ says this of those born on February 6th ” In attempting to explain the popularity of those born on this day, one might find that good looks, charm, and an outgoing manner are at work, but surely the ability to strike a common chord in the hearts of others is something almost all February 6th people have in common.” He also goes on to say, ” Those born on the 6th day of the month are ruled by the number 6. Those ruled by the number 6 are magnetic in attracting both sympathy and admiration…..For those born on this day the added influence of Uranus (ruler of Aquarius) on Venus lends an erratic and labile emotional life, in which they can be quickly swept of their feet.” This knowledge combined with the knowledge of Bob’s dating history and my beau’s status as a ’ladies man’ left me feeling more than a little unsure about the stability of his commitment to me. To say the least, it didn’t last long.
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