PASTICHE ALBUM sneak preview.

once.

it begins with hello, and ends in angry words.

takes the shape of anticipation

rides out harmful, a static.

a hurt. someone must do this.

and then you wait it out

as if a thunderstorm, but it never fades . . .

it keeps banging at the windows

thumping the roof.

the magic part is when hello begins . . .

my imaginary harem - The Aquarius List Pt.1

based on the lindy loo principal of imaginary harem building- i have compiled a secret wish list that i will share with you. a few years ago, while doing some press for some early blktygr show (ha. doing the press!) i told a french journalist that all i wanted was a

"black lady who wrote french poetry, read sarte, fanon and had a fatty."

(definition of fatty - is a big butt, but not just big, it has to have a soul and porportion to the actual overall body)

[not everyone who reads this blog would know that.]

and while making a list like this is fun, perhaps an adventurous publicist will find my humble blog and make it happen - an actual meet and greet. seriously though, while this list is made of lust candy, only one was picked strictly because she is fine.

So i decided to break the list into two posts, i encourage debate on this one so have at it.

and here we go:

10. Keri Hilson

Keri- what can i say she is the truth. wonderful pop talent, beautiful. according to certain magazines- she

is a composer, and writer of her own music. i am a talent whore. this picture is not even close to how fine she is, i was so taken by her face. wow. double wow. she has face and body games!

9. lisa bonet/cree summers

what can i say- a different world

put me on the path to loving these two. i remember the first time i saw denise huxtable- wild, creative and damn fine. it was around 6th grade, and girls were starting to be on the agenda. i thought she was the perfect girlfriend - cool, smart, sexy, with a hipster flair (before that type of flair became co-opted). for some odd reason i cannot even remember lisa bonet these days without thinking two things: 1st. wow she was in ANGEL HEART, great nipples, and 2nd. she made the most beautiful baby with lenny kravitz - i mean their daughter is seriously fine and grown up now. which makes those two - wow they have to be in their 40s.

cree summers is just fine. i hated her character o

n the show, but hey i seriously wanted her and probably masturbated thinking about the both of them in some kinda nerd threesome. the real reason for cree other than the fact that she posseses an heavenly ass- i love her music. cheese stick that it is, i love her songs. really nice voice.

[don't believe me? check her out on myspace. oh find the link yrself.]

8. zoe kravitz -

wow.

that's it. first saw her in the jay z video and i fell in love. not only am i seriously infatuated with her mama, but her daddy has to be on the top of my "i'm straight but he's fine" list.

7. gwen stefani

ever since i'm just a girl, i've been infatuated by gwen. not for sure looks mind you, but she is fine. and i typically don't even like blondes. too easy to like em, and i do not like it easy. this pic of her is too much, but i find it kind of funny seeing how we first came across her image in popular culture all valley girl ska and ish like that.

6. grace jones

first off let me say, grace jones makes some pretty raw music, and was a fashion icon who held herself to a very high aesthetic. she was challenging the very notion of beauty, and what it meant- and still should be considered a visionary. many remember her from movies like BOOMERANG - where her

power was held in the marvelous line -"she put her panties in my face!" i love me some grace jones. earlier today, while i was loop digging i found one of her records, and its still hitting. i'm not gonna give you the title, cuz frankly i help you too much.

(shot out to the record hounds.) this picture says it all, and her name is the perfect description of her to me - GRACE.

AND SO. that is the imaginary harem list 10 - 6, look for the top five in a few days. the diversity of spirit, and the independence of these women is what makes them extraordinary. sure they are all quite beautiful, but while physical beauty is a wonderful thing, there is something else that speaks to me when thinking about these wonderful women.

strength is a concept i've been thinking about for sometime, here is what is catching me up about it - its totally subjective.

there are somethings we all can agree are strong, or aspects of strength, but when we get down to who is strong and who is not, it begins to grey, and its that grey that makes it so damn interesting to be alive. i've been finding myself counting my blessings and really thinking about how wonderful it is to be here now. so many things are changing the air is electric with change, my fear is that we all may be to busy staring at the beauty of the changing times to define it. that once again we will have an opportunity to make a huge jump in the quality of life for the planet and we will blow it for lack of vision. or worse- authorship. damn i love women.

lil' michael - rest easy, you don't have to play for them no more

TRUE STORY.)

when i think of MJ, i think about THE WIZ. i was about five when my mother and the man she was seeing took me out on some kinda, let's test how he is with my kid date. you single mamas know what i'm speaking on, but hey i didnt care - we were going to the movies, and i was going to see Michael Jackson on the big screen. i didnt even really understand what THE WIZ was, or the political implications- ma's date being of a pro black sort, but disco driven too. combination huey p, and travolta. tight leather pants suit and the shit was green too.

anyway, we get there- him wanting to kinda squeeze up on mama, puts me in the aisle seat. im totally engrossed by the vivid colors, and quincy soundtrack - the characters are wild, and then it dawns on me- this is a black people wiz. i distinctly remember thinking that it was so wild that there were none of my Aunt Fran's friends in the movie(she was a multicultural lesbian before there was a term for it) and then it happened . . .

all the little kids my age, older even started to dance in the aisles, and it was to "you can't win"

the solo song for MJ- and he kills it and the kids can't sit down, and the parents are overwhelmed, a couple sit their kids down, but most just start clappin and yelling encouragement. seriously left a mark on my soul, for i got up, and started in with the rest of them. it was my first public performance, it solidified my weirdo stance for it turned on the brights on my technicolor. ever since that moment in the theatre art has been my refuge, my friend, and my shield.

the guy wasn't around by my sixth birthday, i stopped asking about him after the new one moved in. yeah. i guess he didnt pass the fam test.

and while over the years MJ changed from visionary young talent - to world icon - to worldly shame- i will always remember the simple wisdom of "you can't win".

yeah, you can't win, but you sure can moonwalk while trying.

rest in peace.

musak, dance, one off's and lack of media outlets

i was chopping it up with my stepfather last year and he was wondering why it seemed that there was nothing going on in Cleveland like back in the day.

"yeah, i hear you telling about all this cool stuff going down, but you don't see it in the paper."

pops, there is no such thing as media outlets in this town. sure there's the plain leisure, and scene, but scene can only cover so much - not enough pages really, and they got to make it work out advertising wise.

"well they do a piss poor job."

perhaps.

we ask for more media outlets, more alternatives to the shit we get, but when they crop up, we dont support them. sure we pick em up and put it in our bags, carry issues around but we do not support them as we should. and we dont have the money to support them without the help of advertising, and local businesses are hurting too much to use their limited resources and advertise with start-ups.

we all know the issues. we all know solutions. i just wonder what we are waiting for.

governor . . . RALLY TIME.

okay.

he's lost his damn mind.

im wondering what happened to the governor i voted for? its like the STAR TREK wrath of khan switcheroo - somebody implanted the mindcontrol insects from Sedi Alpha 6! KHAN, KHAN, CON . . .

as if we didnt have enough problems in Ohio with education so now your plan is to shave millions of dollars off the state library budget? oh and slots! lets put slots in the 7 major race tracks while we are at it. i think this calls for mutiny! perhaps now fuckers will get serious- and actually hold government accountable.

RALLY

Wednesday, June 24, 2009
	10:30am - 11:00am
	Steps of the Cleveland Public Library Main Building E. 6th and Superior in downtown Cleveland.
	E. 6
	Cleveland, OH

Press conference and rally designed to demonstrate public outrage and opposition to Governor Strickland’s proposal to cut $227 million from the Public Library.

article about the problem: http://www.olc.org/news_story062009.asp

http://saveohiolibraries.com/

Ye West thinks he's the ART BRUT HERO and other complaints.

So one of my favorite pass-times is to go to Bank News on Clark, and cop magazines. 

i'm a fashion

 magazine whore, but along the lines of the actual mags i cop it p

robably equals out to about 10 percent of the whole monthly habit. 

(this has been going on for about 12 years)

while i do fuck with popular mags like - nylon, wire, and paper. i devour t

hem upper ish joints like -

TAR (a quarterly arts journal dealing in film) 

WAXPOETICS( a music journal specializing in rare records, beatmaking etc.)

i'm not gonna name drop all of them, but i spend about 100 dollars a month on the copping of mags. 

while i blogged about the borrow issue i have-most folks don't even ask to borrow TAR. the joint is 20dollars. and i buy quite a few joints that cost that much. 

A 2O DOLLAR MAGAZINE! 

yeah i know. its kind of stupid, but i likes my reading material, and i love 

pop shit, even though i cannot abide by rules enough to make any.

so why YE? Kanye West is an interesting study in - art brut- i'm taking the term here out of its orginal context and using it to describe rich people who pretend to be art scholars to the masses who could really give a flying f- that they own a keith haring. 

the actual definition of art brut is -The term outsider art was coined by art critic Roger Cardinal in 1972 as an English synony

m forart brut (French: [aʁ bʁyt], "raw art" or "rough art"), a label created by French artist Jean Dubuffetto describe art created outside the boundaries of official culture; Dubuffet focused particula

rly on art by insane-asylum inmates.

While Dubuffet'

s term is quite specific, the English term "outsider art" is often applied more b

roadly, to include certain self-taught or Naïve ar

t makers who were never institutionalized. Typically, those labeled as o

utsider artists have little or no contact with the 

institutions of the mainstream art world; in man

y cases, their work is discovered only after their deaths. Much out

sider art illustrates extreme mental states, unconventional ideas, or elabora

te fantasy worlds.

Outsider art has emerged as a successful art marketing category (an ann

ual Outsider Art Fair has taken place in New York

 since 1992). The term is sometimes misapplied as a catch-all marketin

g label for art created by people outside the "art world" mainstream, re

gardless of their circumstances or the content of their work.

ART OF THE INSANE! is another one of the labels the movement has co

me to be known by.

anyway, West is all about

 picture posturing that he is completely nerdy and into avant shit. he is not an avant nigga, but carries himself in black hipster fashion - and not the ny times definition, but a more faux-spaced stylized version of it. would the guy go to galleries if he was poor? i think not. he probably would be sippin' on steel reserve and selling crack. ok, did i take it too far? could he be the next- quasi sexist racist black nig bot art brut? it seems to me that this may be true, but hey i love YE, and most of the shit he makes. i just hate that he signs these fucking half talents, puts them in DIOR and trots them out to all of us as if they are the most sincere, inventive and witty popperstars since COMMON left the SENSE behind for a righteous shot at Erykah Badu's booty! 

BUT THE GEAR IS FRESH TO DEATH.

i remember the islamic scarf being a symbol to all that you may have revolutionary tendencies. when i first started wearing them it was 1994, and people just ignored it as either as sign of misguided black power costume for the new nigga/student, or some 5percent black muslim shit. now everybody and they mama wears them and they mean absolutely nothing. this is not the first time gear i used to wear became popular, surely i can remember exactly why i donned the trench coat look, or the beat sweater. i wanted to feel like a writer, even in the midst of me learning how to write. it was the clothes that let everyone know what you were into. now, i just want to wear stuff that fits. ok not true.

but close. i do not think its wise to tell the truth on the internet seeing how they are going to be charging us to get on soon. and that will be when this blog stops, and typing will be strictly on the portable. and the only way you may catch my meanderings then, will be to stop by 52nd and catch me on the porch bumping a little Eugene Mc Daniels and having a mint tea.