Archive | August, 2010

Sell The Kids For Food…….

26 Aug

No 13 off  Pitchforks Top 50 Music Videos of the 90’s , Nirvana “In Bloom”. Summer before 8th grade.

Thoughts on Spirit, Flesh, and Sparring with GOD……..

19 Aug

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. 

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Lisa Frank wishes and triple stack dreams………..

14 Aug

 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

INTROducing: Young H

13 Aug

I must say friends, as of lately, life has been pretty nifty. I’m fast approaching my move to the left coast and I’ve been able to resuscitate my passion for blogging with a vengeance that has surpassed even my own expectations. However, it is the fact that I was able to go in with the master of going in, that is the proverbial cherry on top of my sundae right now.

My first encounter with Young H was quite serindipitous. One day I just so happened to check out this blog that I had never heard of, and just so happened to click on an article by a writer I had never heard of , and the rest is now well documented history. For me , reading his blog post was like finding a precious jewel in pile of cow dung . I was so moved by the eloquence and craftmanship of his piece that I commented, which is something I rarely do, and professed my allegiance to the site solely off the strength of  what I had just read. It has been on few occasions that I’ve come across a writer/blogger whose work has captivated me to the point where I actually read slowly. I’m  a speed reader and I’ll often skip or skim over sections of text that don’t interest me, and I get bored very easily.

I was more than intrigued, and as any tech savvy person would do ,I googled him baby, and fell into the world of Young H, founder of Go In Radio, hip-hop intellectual, music lover, writer extraordinaire ( even if he doesn’t think so), and all around cool cat. We began to exchange pleasantries on Twitter and that brought us to our present relationship status as interviewer and interviewee.

I must say I was mad nervous as the time to begin our interview drew near. I got the feeling that he would be the type to verbally chin check me if I came with some run-of-the-mill wackness so I was determined to come with my A game and engage him as cleverly as I could.  To my surprise Young H was disarmingly humble, graciously receptive, delightfully talkative, and most of all, gave me free reign to go in. So sit back, relax, and get to know a little more about Young H………..

La Bombe Baby: So Young H, the man, the myth, the legend…I’m extremely excited to be talking to you tonight. As you may remember, I electronically threw my panties at you a while back after reading your now ‘infamous’ post on Potholes In My Blog, you gained quite a bit of attention for that piece, have you gained any other groupies, besides myself?

Young H: Oh boy, this is how you start off an interview

LBB: Yeah, I try…..

YH: I got a lot of attention from simply speaking my mind on that topic, people have known me for speaking my mind on varying topics for years but I guess that really struck a chord and it went a lot further than I thought it would. To answer your question, no I didnt really gain any groupies. I don’t really make that big a deal of myself or buy into the idea of that piece being a big deal where other people might have.

LBB: Well for me it was certainly a big deal specifically because of how well written it was, I didn’t even really care too much about the topic (not to say I didn’t find it interesting) but I was just floored by the quality of your writing, it rejuvenated me in the sense that it showed there is a place for quality writing in the blogging world, but then again you’re not a fucking blogger are you? To you what is the difference between a blogger who writes and a writer who blogs, if there is any difference at all.

YH: Well, really when I came up with the name of my personal site it was for the sake of having a catchy title and I was shocked no one else had the URL already. But really it was kind of taking a shot at folks like the “bloggers” I went at in that now quasi-legendary piece. A widely read publication came up with lists of their top 50 bloggers, many of whom get a lot of traffic just for posting up music they’re sent. Blogs are powerful sources of information and I guess technically anything with a WordPress re-direct can be called a blog, but (when I can make time) if I’m discussing Hip-Hop (one of the most important things in the world to me) I try to bring material of substance. Not that the big name bloggers don’t write, but one of my targets is lauded for starting up controversy, and people love the other because they break new music. 

I’m hardly the jealous type, I just wasn’t feeling the atmosphere of Hip-Hop blogging for a while and spoke up about it. Do your thing, but if that’s what it means to be a blogger then I’m not a fucking blogger. As for you complimenting my writing, much obliged, but I still definitely feel like I have a ways to go because it isn’t a natural talent of mine. It takes a lot out of me and some days I struggle to find the passion for it.

LBB: I’m very shocked to hear that writing, for you, is not a natural talent because it definitely doesn’t come across that way. I’ve read some of your pieces over at 215 Magazine and they’re brilliantly written as well; witty, engaging, informative, and well researched. How did you fall into Hip-Hop journalism?

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MUSEic: Teresa Jenee

12 Aug

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……

Can You Be My Daddy?

11 Aug

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.

Concep Says Black Is Beautiful

10 Aug

The artist Tony Concep

Master Teacher by Tony Concep

Hmmmmm, what can I say about Tony Concep ? In my humble opinion this man is one of the greatest African-American artists of my generation….strip away his ethnic affiliation and he would still be one of the greatest artists of my generation.  There are some people who have been  blessed with the ability to bless others through the works of their hands and this young man harbors such a gift.  

He is a microcosm of creativity unto himself;  he dances,  paints,  dabbles in prose,  designs clothing and , in no easy feat, is a master of all of his trades. I visit his blog often as I find it to be an abundant source of inspiration and knowledge, the sincere ramblings of a man doing his best to navigate this journey and share the bits and pieces of joy and sorrow and confusion and enlightenment he finds along the way. He calls his latest collection of paintings ‘The Darkside ‘, and for this collection he is using canvas that he has blacked out with gesso. When I first looked as the works he had completed,  my initial thought was ‘Black is Beautiful’.  I am not suggesting that other cultures do not love color as much as we, but the use of color to enhance our physical appearence, dwelings, and clothing has always been a strong  trait within our culture. Black folks  have an innate sense of style,  a striking aestheticism that I thank mother Africa for every day.  I find the the kaleidiscope of colors he uses against the black canvas as eye-catching and beautiful as I find hot pink, lime green, fire engine red, salmon, plum, burnt orange, gold, and electric blue garments against black/brown skin, as beautiful as the varying pigmentations of my people and the richness and complexity of our culture and collective  history which gains a new page with each passing day.  Below are pictures by photo-documentarian Phyllis Galembo. They are portraits of the various peoples of different cultures throughout the African diaspora……..look at them, then look at the canvas again. Do you see what I see?

Photo by Phyllis Galembo

Photo by Phyllis Galembo

Photo by Phylllis Galembo

Photo by Phyllis Galembo

Photo by Phyllis Galembo

Photo by Phyllis Galembo

Photo by Phyllis Galembo

Photo By Phyllis Galembo

Photo by Phyllis Galembo