Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Caption This and WIN a $10 Target Gift Card
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Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Dood Eats Father's Day Gift
Friday I picked Dood up from school & he was super excited to show me the Father's Day gift that he made for his Daddy. It was a white paper bag that he drew pictures on and inside was a handmade card and a container with something wrapped in blue tissue.
He wanted to give it to him right away but I explained over and over that Sunday was Father's Day and that we had two days before we could give Daddy his presents. Dood was none too pleased.
Saturday was a long hot day of prepping for Daddy's big gift which was a mini fridge for his Ravens Man Cave. It went something like this: go to [big box store] for fridge, get rain check because they were sold out, go to another [big box store] get a comparable one for same amount of $$, take home, plug in, hear crazy loud motor boat noise, notice big dent, call [big box store] cuss them out, go to yet another [big box store], triple check box to make sure it wasn't a broken return that [big box store's] underpaid workers put back on the shelf, take home, plug in again and insert previously purchased Pepsi & assorted cold ones. Pray they get ice cold by morning. It was a very long day.
We stuck a bow on the fridge, along with the cards, and Dood's gift & called it a night. Next morning Dood is re-energized to show his Daddy his gift. The mini fridge was a big hit, especially with the assorted cold ones. Now Dood could finally give his Daddy his gift.
He hands him the container, the hubby opened it, and searched through the blue tissue paper. There was nothing there.
And without blinking Dood says, "Oh I ate it. Never mind. Here's your card."
We fell out. This Dood ate his gift and the crazy part is I don't know when he did it.
So after we caught our breath and dried our tears the hubby asked, "So Dood, what kind of cookie was it?" Once again without missing a step he replies, "yours". Ha Larry Us!
You really had to be there but Dood explaining it is almost as funny.
This was the short version. Trust me. I spared you all of a long rambling diatribe of excuses included but are not limited to, the wind blew it into the fire and something about Michael Jordan smashing something like the Hulk. I am not making this up.
He wanted to give it to him right away but I explained over and over that Sunday was Father's Day and that we had two days before we could give Daddy his presents. Dood was none too pleased.
Saturday was a long hot day of prepping for Daddy's big gift which was a mini fridge for his Ravens Man Cave. It went something like this: go to [big box store] for fridge, get rain check because they were sold out, go to another [big box store] get a comparable one for same amount of $$, take home, plug in, hear crazy loud motor boat noise, notice big dent, call [big box store] cuss them out, go to yet another [big box store], triple check box to make sure it wasn't a broken return that [big box store's] underpaid workers put back on the shelf, take home, plug in again and insert previously purchased Pepsi & assorted cold ones. Pray they get ice cold by morning. It was a very long day.
We stuck a bow on the fridge, along with the cards, and Dood's gift & called it a night. Next morning Dood is re-energized to show his Daddy his gift. The mini fridge was a big hit, especially with the assorted cold ones. Now Dood could finally give his Daddy his gift.
He hands him the container, the hubby opened it, and searched through the blue tissue paper. There was nothing there.
And without blinking Dood says, "Oh I ate it. Never mind. Here's your card."
We fell out. This Dood ate his gift and the crazy part is I don't know when he did it.
So after we caught our breath and dried our tears the hubby asked, "So Dood, what kind of cookie was it?" Once again without missing a step he replies, "yours". Ha Larry Us!
You really had to be there but Dood explaining it is almost as funny.
This was the short version. Trust me. I spared you all of a long rambling diatribe of excuses included but are not limited to, the wind blew it into the fire and something about Michael Jordan smashing something like the Hulk. I am not making this up.
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Monday, June 20, 2011
I'm Loving Frank Ocean, Nostalgia Ultra
You've probably heard about this Frank Ocean guy who is now claiming the airwaves with his hit "Novacane" but perhaps you haven't heard the rest of his mixtape Nostalgia, Ultra. Part of the group OFWGKTA better known as Odd Future, Ocean has crafted a sound on Nostalgia that seamlessly taps into soundscapes from Coldplay, The Eagles, and MGMT. Ocean leaked his own music earlier this year after it sat on Island Def Jam's shelf and then went on this twitter rant.
"i. did. this. not ISLAND DEF JAM. that's why you see no label logo on the artwork that I DID. guess its my fault for trusting my dumbass lawyer and signing my career over to a failing company. f*ck Def Jam & any company that goes the length of signing a kid with dreams & talent w/ no intention of following through. f*ck em. now back to my day. i want some oatmeal and toast. brunch swag."
His passion spilleth over and is ever present in the stand out and beautiful ode to perseverance, "We All Try" (lyrics below).
i believe jehovah jireh
i believe there's heaven
i believe in war
i believe a woman's temple
gives her the right to choose
but baby don't abort
i believe that marriage isn't
between a man & woman
but between love and love
and i believe you when you say that
you've lost all faith
but you must believe in something
something something
you gotta believe in something
something something
i still believe in man
a wise one asked me why
cause i just don't believe we're wicked
i know that we sin but i do believe we try
we all try
the girls try
the boys try
women try
men try
you and i
try try we all try
i don't believe in time travel
i don't believe our nation's flag is on the moon
i don't believe our lives are simple
and i don't believe they're short
this is interlude
i don't believe my hands are cleanly
can't believe that you would
let me touch your heart
she didn't believe me when i said that
i lost my faith
said you must believe in something
something something
you gottta believe in something
something something
i still believe in man
a wise one asked me why
cause i just don't believe we're wicked
i know that we sin but i do believe we try
we all try
the girls try
the boys try
women try
men try
you and i
try try we all try
i believe there's heaven
i believe in war
i believe a woman's temple
gives her the right to choose
but baby don't abort
i believe that marriage isn't
between a man & woman
but between love and love
and i believe you when you say that
you've lost all faith
but you must believe in something
something something
you gotta believe in something
something something
i still believe in man
a wise one asked me why
cause i just don't believe we're wicked
i know that we sin but i do believe we try
we all try
the girls try
the boys try
women try
men try
you and i
try try we all try
i don't believe in time travel
i don't believe our nation's flag is on the moon
i don't believe our lives are simple
and i don't believe they're short
this is interlude
i don't believe my hands are cleanly
can't believe that you would
let me touch your heart
she didn't believe me when i said that
i lost my faith
said you must believe in something
something something
you gottta believe in something
something something
i still believe in man
a wise one asked me why
cause i just don't believe we're wicked
i know that we sin but i do believe we try
we all try
the girls try
the boys try
women try
men try
you and i
try try we all try
"We All Try"
Frank Ocean
Ocean tried and succeeded with this collection. Def Jam plans to re-release it this month as an EP, "Novacane" now has an official video, and for the newbie who has penned songs for artists Justin Bieber and Beyonce he is well on his way to the big show.
Take a listen and tell me what you think!
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Friday, June 17, 2011
I Can't Write Today
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| Oh Kimora Goddess of Fabulosity... |
Too busy worried about going to this thing by myself
& not knowing anyone
I hate meeting new people (this is a lie)
And I can't find the shoes I want to wear
I think my sister stole them
And my hair ain't right
And I can't channel my inner Kimora
And it's 2 hours away...
Not the event but the location is 2 hours away.
And I have to drive
And then I have to drive back
And my hubby says I better not be home when he gets there
He wants me to go
So I may walk around Walmart instead
It qualifies as a "not be home" location
Can you call people by their twitter handles?
'Cause those are the names I know
I could have brought my bestie
But she's a social butterfly and I would swarm around her
Can't meet people this way
And I really really love meeting new people (that may be a lie)
And I'm also too bloated for spanx
And I have to wear a dress or be dressy
Or dress like a grown up
I don't remember
It's on the ticket I bought a month ago
Which means I have to go right?
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Thursday, June 16, 2011
The Dumping Ground
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Last night my hubby came home tired and exhausted. The work day had kicked his ass and I felt it across the room as he untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. I knew asking what was wrong was a loaded question and frankly I already knew. We also made a pact not to bring a lot of work related stress into our home and especially into our bedrooms but that's where it was and that's there we were.
So I asked again until he broke and I listened as it spilled out of him. I reached for my bag of "f*ck them & it's gonna be okay babe" but couldn't find it. I had nothing left to offer. Certainly not because I didn't care or didn't share his grief or didn't have opinions. I was just tired of being on this end of the conversation.
For as long as I can remember people come to me to vent. I know more about people and their problems and their stuff than I care to. I have that thing about me that allows perfect strangers to tell me their whole life stories. It happens everywhere I go. It's a gift and well...
I really don't mind. I'm a firm believer that being open enough to share your woes will eventually shift our collective consciousness and release up from feeling shamed and embarrassed and alone. I think anytime someone speaks and finds empathy and compassion from someone else it makes them feel that much lighter.
But here's the thing. I am a bit of an Empath. I feel everything deeply and it takes a WHOLE LOT of restraint on my part to deflect a lot of what comes my way. I even have a mental exercise I do when someone starts talking and I feel the pit of my stomach tensing up. I take their words, mentally scribe them on paper, ball that paper up and throw it away. Silly I know but it's helped me over the years to maintain some sense of sanity.
Okay so here's the real thing. I can spend tens of minutes on the phone, across from someone, over email listening to everything that's wrong in their life from their man to their hang nail and not once does ask me about my day.
I actually ended a friendship over this. My ex friend didn't know for an entire 6 months that my boyfriend and I broke up because she was too busy talking about herself.
I am a dumping ground and it's my fault.
As a writer this is actually a good thing. Do you know how much material I have stored up? But as a friend I would never divulge unless of course...
So I say to you my wonderful friends and family. I love you all and I'll always be here to listen but when I'm so I'm so dumped on that I have nothing left to give to my own husband I have a problem especially since he's one of a few people who calls just to say hello (special shout out goes to my aunt who calls every morning with some crazy story she heard on the news...she makes me laugh). I have to be more conscious of the energy I adsorb so I'm limiting myself to your stuff. There's nothing I can do about it anyway...but listen and the listening has depleted me.
Am I alone in this? Am I just a sucker for people and their stuff? How do you deal with people who drain you? OR are you the one always in need of ear? Do you ever consider the energy you release on others when you dump your stuff on them?
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Meeting My Father
There's nothing worse than meeting your father for the first time and having something in common with him. This sounds bass ackwards I know. Most people would relish the idea of relating. I did not. Most people would wonder does he have my eyes, or my smile? I did not. Most people would want to know if you shared the same temperament or calmness? I did not.
My thoughts were with his wife-- a beautiful woman who I'm sure was chosen and groomed to be the jill to his jack. My thoughts were with her. Both raised so deep in the pews and under altered crosses there had to be a conversation about me. Or perhaps when he left for school with her not far away there had to be one or two late night talks.
There was none. I saw it in her eyes the moment I slid in the backseat of his late model Volvo. I saw it across the dinner table as he discussed the hows and whys of why we were just meeting for the first time. I saw it each time he lied to my face.
I began to reconsider that whole moment. I thought back as I sat on my bedroom floor, my mom entering handing me a newspaper. "That's your grandmother and that's your aunt," she said so nonchalantly that I searched for a half dozen minutes for faces recognizable to me. My aunt's not here. My grandmother's not here. I don't know who these women are. And why do they have the same name? Who does that?
Then it stung. Oh that aunt! That grandmother!
They ran an advice column in a local newspaper offering a mother & daughter perspective on life, love, and spirituality. How lovely. But I didn't need advice. I needed recognition. So I did what I always do. I wrote.
"Dear Same Name & Same Name
This isn't a question for your column. I just think you should know who I am..."
I expected no reply. I expected that the person who intakes the mail would think I was crazy and the letter would be discarded. I half expected that someone would call my home and threaten some kind of legal action if I contacted anyone from this highly respected family again.
None of that happened. A few weeks later a woman called. She was polite, her voice was sweet, and she said, "Well hello Dai. I'm your grandmother." Tears wet the phone. Not because she called but because she acknowledged me. "Sorry it took so long for me to get back to you. I was in Aruba and your letter was left for me in my downtown office." All I heard was Aruba and downtown office-- the telltale that there's more than one. She said she talked to my father who she referred to by his nickname and he would call me soon. She also told me I was a rumor once and as she ended the call she said something I'll never forget. "I love you."
And that's when I got pissed. What people never seem to understand is this. When a parent disappears or refuses to acknowledge a child you not only remove them from your life but you prevent them from knowing their whole family. I missed out on a whole family. I missed out on an aunt, and cousins, a grandfather and this wonderful woman who took me in with no DNA test. I missed out on a woman who looked my mother in the eyes and said, "Y'all could have took us for everything we have."
But we didn't and there I sat at 15 years old across from this man who like me refused to wear socks in November and who pointed it out as if that made us family. I sat across from this man who minored in journalism, had a love of words, and had already published three books. I saw my eyes and my skin and I had enough.
I wanted to go home to my real dad. The one who taught me songs and fed me sardines with mustard and crackers. The one who had been teaching me to drive since I was 5 in our big blue van. I wanted to get home quickly so he knew that nothing had changed, that he was my dad and I was his daughter, and this guy and his bare ankles and books needed more than those similarities to connect us.
However, I had a few questions. "So you're a preacher?" He replied yes and invited me to his home and church down south. "Well how does that work?" He looked puzzled so I explained further. "How do you preach the word and worship in front of your congregation when I'm just meeting you for the first time today?" He paused then fed me more lies about how he thought my mother had an abortion. I wanted to remind him of the time he called when I was 7 or 8 or the t-shirt I had from his alma mater but his wife's world was crushed enough for one day. First Lady grew up with this man, loved this man, bore this man two children who she knew as his only.
There's nothing worse than meeting your father for the first time and having things in common with him unless it's that neither one you wants anything to do with each other.
We spoke sporadically over the years until we stopped. The last time I saw him was in early 2004 in a mall. I was buying sexy things to wear for a weekend getaway with my soon to be hubby and he was buying a birthday gift for Rev. Al Sharpton.
My grandmother passed two years later. I found out in the hospital after Dood was born. No one called to tell me she was sick or had passed. I learned about the arrangements on the evening news.
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011
My Family Gets BBQ Wasted
I'll preface with an apology. I don't have many pictures. In fact I only have one...okay maybe two. I'm posting the second because well...I like living on the edge...and by the edge I mean (does anyone have a guestroom I can crash at for a while).
I even tried to video the event but my new phone was obviously in cahoots with my family. So sadly there's no video and just one (two) pic (s).
A little background. You know if you're an avid reader of this here blog that I stopped eating a lot of crap earlier this year. By sheer osmosis and the fact that I'm the primary meal planner my family has also stopped eating a lot of crap. However, we have few traditions and one of them involves taking the hubby to his favorite BBQ joint for Fathers Day. He works next weekend blah blah blah so we went this past Sunday.
Yeah...it was epic.
First mistake. I decided to NOT say anything to anyone about anything they ordered. Second mistake I decided to NOT say anything to anyone about anything they ordered!!
Third mistake. We woke Dat Dood up from his nap & basically dressed him, threw him in the back seat, and drove an hour to the spot. He was pissed. When the lovely waitress gave him his origami shaped paper menu & crayons he ripped it open & threw on table. Little disrespectful Dood (someone didn't teach him manners).
Fourth mistake. See first and second mistakes.
So Dood got the usual and by the usual I mean Kraft mac' n cheese, baked apples, and for good measure the great people of [BBQ joint] thought it best to give him a duo of Oreo cookies. Yummm!
Fidge not getting any cow at home opted for Beef Brisket. Now I must also tell you that each platter comes with whatever meat you want, corn on the cob & a corn muffin. THEN you can pick TWO additional sides. She chose steak fries and baked apples and (fake) Lemonade to wash it down.
The hubby chose a combo platter of ribs & catfish. Then to make sure he couldn't walk anywhere he ordered double potatoes. Steak fries AND potato salad! Now remember he also got corn on the cob & a corn muffin. Then he looks at me and announced, "I'm getting Pepsi!" Well okay then.
But let's back up. This is a BBQ joint and with every BBQ joint comes a table full of wet naps, roll of paper towels, and at least six different sauces. So what does my family decide? Let's order some wings for our appetizer. We chose the mildest wings just to try all the sauces including Devil's Spit and Wilbur's Revenge. I had two wings. I was so busy munching on the carrots and celery that came with it that when I looked up for a third wing there were only two left. Fidge quickly grabbed one and I gave the Hubby the last one. And let's just say he didn't turn it down.
Dood was done his meal by the time ours arrived and so there was nothing left to do but dance and sing which he did until he left. It was hilarious. The sugar rush was on.
Fidge managed to get about half her food in her belly before she was curled up in the booth's bench holding her stomach. Meanwhile the Hubby was busy doing his best prison hunch over his basket o' food as if Bubba was gonna steal his corn bread.
When I tell you you had to be there...you had to be there. There is nothing I can write that can describe just how hilarious it was for these people to chow down on all that fatty, salty, sugary, tasty, goodness.
If you're curious I had the cat fish, beans, and apples...and good ole H2O. I gave my muffin away.
Here's the Hubby's Hunch & Dancing Dood..
So *sigh* I guess it was good for them. Both Fidge & the Hubby brought food home that they couldn't finish. In the epic showdown of Family Vs Food....food won! Fidge took a "coma" all the way back home & for another hour once she got there. The hubby almost passed out from food exhaustion in Target later that evening. And well Dood...he eventually crashed.
LOL!! Actually it was a lot of fun. Which reminded me that sometimes it's okay to let your family go food crazy...every six months or so.
When was the last time you went food crazy? What did you eat? Was it everything you hoped it would be and how did you feel afterward? Did you pass out at the table like Fidge? Btw the only moment she got up was to snatch my phone & camera from me...she knew she was wrong.
I even tried to video the event but my new phone was obviously in cahoots with my family. So sadly there's no video and just one (two) pic (s).
A little background. You know if you're an avid reader of this here blog that I stopped eating a lot of crap earlier this year. By sheer osmosis and the fact that I'm the primary meal planner my family has also stopped eating a lot of crap. However, we have few traditions and one of them involves taking the hubby to his favorite BBQ joint for Fathers Day. He works next weekend blah blah blah so we went this past Sunday.
Yeah...it was epic.
First mistake. I decided to NOT say anything to anyone about anything they ordered. Second mistake I decided to NOT say anything to anyone about anything they ordered!!
Third mistake. We woke Dat Dood up from his nap & basically dressed him, threw him in the back seat, and drove an hour to the spot. He was pissed. When the lovely waitress gave him his origami shaped paper menu & crayons he ripped it open & threw on table. Little disrespectful Dood (someone didn't teach him manners).
Fourth mistake. See first and second mistakes.
So Dood got the usual and by the usual I mean Kraft mac' n cheese, baked apples, and for good measure the great people of [BBQ joint] thought it best to give him a duo of Oreo cookies. Yummm!
Fidge not getting any cow at home opted for Beef Brisket. Now I must also tell you that each platter comes with whatever meat you want, corn on the cob & a corn muffin. THEN you can pick TWO additional sides. She chose steak fries and baked apples and (fake) Lemonade to wash it down.
The hubby chose a combo platter of ribs & catfish. Then to make sure he couldn't walk anywhere he ordered double potatoes. Steak fries AND potato salad! Now remember he also got corn on the cob & a corn muffin. Then he looks at me and announced, "I'm getting Pepsi!" Well okay then.
But let's back up. This is a BBQ joint and with every BBQ joint comes a table full of wet naps, roll of paper towels, and at least six different sauces. So what does my family decide? Let's order some wings for our appetizer. We chose the mildest wings just to try all the sauces including Devil's Spit and Wilbur's Revenge. I had two wings. I was so busy munching on the carrots and celery that came with it that when I looked up for a third wing there were only two left. Fidge quickly grabbed one and I gave the Hubby the last one. And let's just say he didn't turn it down.
Dood was done his meal by the time ours arrived and so there was nothing left to do but dance and sing which he did until he left. It was hilarious. The sugar rush was on.
Fidge managed to get about half her food in her belly before she was curled up in the booth's bench holding her stomach. Meanwhile the Hubby was busy doing his best prison hunch over his basket o' food as if Bubba was gonna steal his corn bread.
When I tell you you had to be there...you had to be there. There is nothing I can write that can describe just how hilarious it was for these people to chow down on all that fatty, salty, sugary, tasty, goodness.
If you're curious I had the cat fish, beans, and apples...and good ole H2O. I gave my muffin away.
Here's the Hubby's Hunch & Dancing Dood..
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| Yeah he's gonna kill me for this. But look at Dood. |
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| He danced for 20 minutes straight!!! |
So *sigh* I guess it was good for them. Both Fidge & the Hubby brought food home that they couldn't finish. In the epic showdown of Family Vs Food....food won! Fidge took a "coma" all the way back home & for another hour once she got there. The hubby almost passed out from food exhaustion in Target later that evening. And well Dood...he eventually crashed.
LOL!! Actually it was a lot of fun. Which reminded me that sometimes it's okay to let your family go food crazy...every six months or so.
When was the last time you went food crazy? What did you eat? Was it everything you hoped it would be and how did you feel afterward? Did you pass out at the table like Fidge? Btw the only moment she got up was to snatch my phone & camera from me...she knew she was wrong.
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Monday, June 13, 2011
The Good, Bad & Beyonce of 4: Review
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| Available 6.28.11 or at a google near you. |
Take everything you think about a Beyonce song and throw it in the ocean. Then take every song from her aptly titled fourth album 4, dress them up behind the diva in her patented onesie and put them on a stage. This is how you appreciate this offering.
Opening with the power "make love to me" ballad "1+1", you already know there will be wind machines and blond hair and chiffon swaying in the breeze. The crowd will be on their feet and yet she won't have to dance one step. Once you're settled in she belts out the stadium sized "I Care". "Ever since you knew your power you make me cry." Her voice is gritty even when she croons alongside the guitar's solo. She slows it down with "I Miss You". Think of her sitting on the stage, legs glowing over the edge, peering out to her audience. It's a tender moment and also the shortest of the set.
The lights dim and Beyonce reemerges after a quick costume stage just to taunt the last guy who did her dirty. "You showed your ass and now I saw the real you", she sings on "Best Thing I Never Had". It really does suck to be whoever that guy is but not for the crowd who will undoubtedly sing and shout along to every word. Just when the ladies are ready to call their ex to tell them how they feel yet again, Kanye West lightens the mood with his production of "Party" also featuring Andre 3000. It's a fun summertime jam that pulls lyrics from both Keith Sweat and Dougie Fresh. The vocal arrangement showcases the songstress as her own best group. Andre's verse sounds a bit uninspired (he had more fun on John Legend's "Greenlight") but we're too busy partying to notice. And let's pretend we didn't hear swag sauce or swagu. Okay? Okay.
Mrs. Carter goes back to her comfort place singing how she'd "Rather Die Young" than live her life without her loved one. It's beautiful and hints of all things great about early 90's R&B. By the end all cell phones should be waving and glowing in the air. "Start Over" could very well be the point of the set where most will hit the concession stands but it won't stop her voice from carrying over their chicken fingers and watered down cocktails.
After another quick change Beyonce will hit the stage to have some flirty girly fun while channeling her inner young Michael Jackson. "Love On Top" begs her to hob nob and play with the audience never missing a step dancing across the entire stage. The King Of Pop would be proud but King B does the number justice clearly having the most fun as the song seems to go on forever.
Beyonce famously said in a recent interview that she was mixing everything that she loves into her own musical gumbo. While the rest of the songs feel true to form "Countdown" which samples from Boys II Men's "Ahhh" comes the closest to this new "genre" that she eludes to. The intro vibe has middle eastern all over it but quickly segues into touches of everything from calypso, to big band, to hip hop. If anyone was missing Sasha Fierce here she is cursing and twerking.
"End Of Time" is to Beyonce as "Escapade" was to Janet Jackson. It's the whimsical Bayou inspired part of the show. Think Creole inspired costumes on acrobatic dancers flipping over the stage. Also imagine this is where her all girl band Suga Mama gets their chance for some solo time and shine.
Once the crowd is hyped and overjoyed Beyonce picks this moment to slow it down yet again with the Ryan Tedder produced, Diane Warren laced "I Was Here". It's a statement piece that Oprah would be proud of. Beyonce is in deep gratitude proclaiming "I was here, I lived, I loved." Yes, the majority would agree that the world is that much better by her being here.
And lest we forget who "Run The World (Girls)" Beyonce reminds us she's so "hood with this". Probably the most unpopular first single from her thus far it still goes hard on the stage. No doubt Beyonce will continue to gain new fans with her performance of it but one question remains. Is it even necessary? It feels like the heads of Columbia Records thought the collection was devoid of a radio hit and chose to add it last minute. Perhaps since the album leaked three weeks early Beyonce will edit it with new entries and offer "RTW" as a bonus track.
The good; Beyonce has matured in her song choices and her delivery. Her vocals are amazingly layererd, controlled and crisp. She is clearly singing for her pants on 4.
The bad; the lyrics are still elementary at best. Nothing of real note.
"I dumb down for my audience and double my dollar/
they criticize me for it yet they all yelled 'holla'"
~Jay-Z "Moment of Clarity"
Perhaps Beyonce had her moment of clarity since she hasn't written an entire song on her own since 2003's "Dangerously In Love" instead relying on others including The Dream who seems to do a better job writing women empowerment songs than he does believing it.
The Beyonce of it all is clear. She is home and alive on stage and her vocals are the star of the show. The nine months she spent being a normal girl catering to her man, playing with her nephew, and sleeping in lit a new spark under her. You understand when she says she was inspired by live music and chose to honor her fans by using her performance vocals rather than her studio sound. It's written all over 4 which would be best served as a live album. In fact, 4 Live can't be too far behind.
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Friday, June 10, 2011
The Tree That Broke Dood
Last night's epic fast & furious storm knocked out our power and broke the tree out back. It also broke Dood. This child hasn't been the same since. He keeps checking the tree every 5 minutes to see if it fixed itself. He first reported the news to the hubby who was at work last night & missed the adventure.
"Daddy, you got to come home & save us. The tree fell down & we trapped."
Then this morning he reported the news to my mother.
"Mama the tree fell down...and it's so bad...and dangerous...and I was playing my game and we got outta here...and the power went out...and me and my mommy and my sister got outta here.
Then he reported the news to my aunt.
"Aunt Crystal the storm knocked the tree down in the back side and I was playing my game...not Sonic....but Naruto and the lights went off...then on...then off...then on...then off...and we got on the sofa and mommy read a story and then we went to the bookstore because we got thirsty and I drank mommy's drink...and it was dangerous!"
This was me & Fidge's Facebook conversation last night:
Help I'm stuck at Borders drinking a frozen chai. Someone turn the power back on so I can go home. Oh & get the tree that fell behind my house. ~Signed Too Hot For This.
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