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MUSEic: Casey Hurt

31 Mar

I had the privilege of interviewing the supremely talented singer-songwriter Casey Hurt for YNLA Mag. This dude is a problem, he’s got a jazzy, soulful, acoustic thing going on and if you love any of those genres or just good music in general, you definitely need to know who he is. His new album Mended Souls will be dropping April 9th. SUPPORT TRUE ARTISTS! You can read my interview with him here. Below is a sexy little number off of his new album entitled Sing To You. Enjoy……


ART BY: Mitsy Avila Ovalles

24 Mar

March 18th, The California Institute of Integral studies ended it’s exhibit ChicaChic/La Nueva Onda, The New Wave of Chicana Art. Promotional posters had been plastered up all over Oakland Bart stations since early February and every time I saw them I stopped.

Conceptually, the show looked like it would be phenomenal. Consisting of works from five contemporary Chicana artists, the pieces featured articulated the perspectives of these young women raised in the Bay area on the heels of the Chicano Civil Rights movement. Issues of culture, identity, power, protest, race, gender, and sexuality would be explored by this eclectic and talented group of female artists. I could dig it. 

I’ve always been fascinated by people, the ways they choose to express themselves, and the things these expressions tell us, the things we interpret about that person. From their style of dress to the peculiarities of dialect, the gait in their walk to the staple foods of their diet; we form the picture of who people are from these things. Yet this is only the superficial and sometimes misleading outer dermis that protects the more subtle and less controlled inner mechanisms. I never made the time to go and see the artwork, procrastination is a mutha, but in conducting some research I found the artist whose work  on the posters drew the bulk of my interest . Her name is Mitsy Avila Ovalles. After reading her blog I knew there was a reason I liked her.On top of being ill with the art, Ms. Ovalles is pretty witty, and shares my musical sensibilities. Like attracts like, no? Below are some of my favorite digital drawings from her portfolio courtesy of her site which is here. Check her blog here.

E40 by Mitsy Avila Ovalles

E40 by Mitsy Avila Ovalles


Nancy by Mitsy Avila Ovalles

Nancy by Mitsy Avila Ovalles

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Who is Brooklyn’s Finest?

2 Sep

I was under the impression it was Don Cheadle and Wesley Snipes, but it seems I was mistaken. The Stuyvesants are laying claim to that title and I can’t knock them for it either. The music is ultra nice on several levels, there’s some real down-tempo, grooved- out, melodicness and some upbeat, funky, blaxplotation, solfulness as well. It’s good morning music for sure, I could see myself listening to this as I sipped tea and read the Times in my bathrobe before I headed out to stomp through the city on my Mary Tyler Moore. I’m always checking member Darien Victor Birk’s site and tumblr Flwrpt. Stimulating stuff to say the least. Is Brooklyn just a mecca for all things dope? I have a feeling I might find myself stalking the streets there sometime in the near future. So go on, enjoy some free music.

Earlin’ in the Evening……

1 Sep


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?

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.