Ok I love this girl but I don't know where the hell she went or what side of the earth she fell off of. The album was nice, she is beautiful and had a really different sound (think Santogold with a Soul/R&B twist). Where are you Res??
Thursday, January 8, 2009
ALERT: CURRENT ARTIST IS M.I.A
Ok I love this girl but I don't know where the hell she went or what side of the earth she fell off of. The album was nice, she is beautiful and had a really different sound (think Santogold with a Soul/R&B twist). Where are you Res??
Random
B.I.G. is making this cream
Bitches always say what the hell does that mean?
B is for the bitches, who can't understand
How one fly nigga became a man
I is for the way it goes in and out
One by one I knocks em out
G is for the way the game goes in the gutter
Other MC's man they ain't sayin nuthin
Rockin on, to the break of dawn
Meet the bitch get the pussy get the mouth I'm gone
What?
It ain't no more to it
{{Notorious B.I.G.---Life After Death---B.I.G. Interlude}}
Bitches always say what the hell does that mean?
B is for the bitches, who can't understand
How one fly nigga became a man
I is for the way it goes in and out
One by one I knocks em out
G is for the way the game goes in the gutter
Other MC's man they ain't sayin nuthin
Rockin on, to the break of dawn
Meet the bitch get the pussy get the mouth I'm gone
What?
It ain't no more to it
{{Notorious B.I.G.---Life After Death---B.I.G. Interlude}}
Hot N Cold
You know how you could be sitting thinking about something an all of a sudden something comes on T.V. explaining everything. So, I'm sitting at my laptop wondering what the hell is wrong with me and this boy when I turn on the T.V. and stop at MTV Hits. Like magic, here comes Katy Perry's video for her song Hot N Cold. Internally, I want to be serious but I just get a feeling that something is not authentic. For one, it is very hot and cold, one minute we're hot then the next minute I'm turned off. Who knows where this is leading to. I just hope for the best but is mos def prepared for the worst.
{{Katy Perry is a breakthrough pop artist famous for her hit single "I Kissed A Girl"}}
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Urgent!!!
So Friday, January 16th, 2009, the movie Notorious will be released in theaters across America. The film is about the life of one of the greatest rappers of all time and the ORIGINAL King of New York, the Notorious B.I.G. The film ambitiously cast Jamal Woodard in the lead role. I get the point, physically he is Biggie but I won't make complete judgment til I see the movie. Although after seeing the previews, I have high hopes for Derek Luke's (Antwone Fisher) portrayal of Sean "Diddy" Combs. I'm still not sold on Naturi Naughton (3LW) as Lil Kim, but like I had said I will wait and see. Also, Angela Bassett will play the role of Voletta Wallace, Biggie's mother.
My biggest struggle is whether to go see it in Brooklyn, do it up BK Bed-Stuy style in honor of the late great Frank White. But I know ninjas are going to try and act a damn fool. I'm never in the mood to deal with ignorant ish, I actually want to be able to see it in peace. I might just have to pay that twelve dollars twice: Once for the experience and once to actually see the movie.
Either way it goes I am happy to see the celebration of such a great life and a musical genius. I mean for you crank ass rap fans who think rappers now have "swag", well here's who reinvented it for his generation.
We did it Brooklyn we did it. - Biggie
Artist Profile: N.E.R.D.
In my fragile musical state (My Ipod erased errything I had), I am (re)discovering
bands that I have overlooked to make room for new music. Like I love music with all my heart and I'm an official hip head (try me, so I get in modes and sometimes abandon and neglect certain music for a period of time. On my journey, I have blew the dust off of my N.E.R.D. joints and have completely fell in love all over again. It's like when you get divorced and remarried. From Rockstar to Baby Doll to Run to the Sun or the entire Seeing Sounds album, I am completely in an ethereal wasteland. It reminds me of high school when I hung out with a "Downtown" sorta crowd and listened to 70's rock. N.E.R.D. is nothing more than the musical stylings of say Heart mixed with the B Boy style of Special ED. Plus Pharrell is the epitome of the type of guy I'm looking for at the present moment. So if he is on the other side of the door then I will join "ALL THE GIRLS STANDING IN THE LINE FOR THE BATHROOM"
Monday, January 5, 2009
Blogger's Note:
I realized that in the process of expressing myself, I can be very cruel to the people that are my subjects. Unless, it is something positive, I try to stay away from real names but I'm sure the people in my life can decipher who I am talking about. My purpose is not to expose anyone but to simply entertain and be able to express thoughts that I usually keep to myself. This Barbie character and Dallesia are not the same person. But I do feel it is my responsibility to take into account people's feelings and reactions. It's just a blog. I always "got a story to tell" and I'm happy to tell it but sometimes it is at the expense of some people's feelings. I don't ever regret anything I say because these are real situations and emotions but I know it probably feels different on the other side of the computer screen.....and for that I apologize.
Sincerely,
Dallesia Payton
Sincerely,
Dallesia Payton
A Yacht and a Sailboat
As a young woman of a certain age and that's post puberty, I hear a lot of stories about young men. I mean it's no secret that women talk (obsess) about men but the greatest component of these talks are the radical discussions about sex. I hate that even after the Sex and the City era, it is still taboo for women to talk about sex. Let me explain and make it clear to the simpler species (particularly men and church ladies) that you are being reviewed everytime you decide to lay down with a person. Satisfactory, unsatisfactory, jack rabbit, tongue thruster, etc.; it's a reputation that can follow you forever. Be safe, be smart, be conscious, and be aware that if you did not put out your best, she told her girlfriends.
Let me tell you a story,
One lazy Saturday in Times Square, a young aspiring social decided to browse the $10 music shelves at a quite popular music venue. Not expecting to be bothered, she was approached by what she believed to be a teenager, turned out it was an employee. Off the bat, she knew that there was little monetary value in this little fellow but in desperate need of new conquest, she decided to do the unthinkable. Never does she ever give out the mainline, people stalk these days, but give him her number she did. She left feeling as if he would be cool as long as he kept his mouth shut. What was the purpose of him speaking? He would have been better off handing her a business card with his measurements and the results of his last clinic visit. This is New York, you never know, especially someone that is fresh off the immigration boat. But I digress.......
One afternoon over lunch, she explained to me that she got a strange text from this DV character. First of all, he waited two days which is like the oldest trick in the book. But tricks are for kids and this was definitely a kid. Anywayz, this DV character was a little devoid of personality but like I said who was thinking about talking. I understand where she was coming from, it was winter and that is an excellent way to accumulate heat. Plus, we were all trying to get it all in before we returned to the cornfields of the Midwest. I will say that there is something in the water in New York. Days later, a few texts turned into a few AIM conversations which turned into an awkward sleepover. So this DV character, seemed to be a yacht sailing on the Carribean breeze. It was like getting the my size Barbie doll on Christmas when every other girl got the regular doll. I was happy for her (and slightly jealous), she had found a true gem.
So........
Due to the fact that anything flying out of the New York had been pathetically delayed, I, like her, was stuck in Brooklyn for the remainder of the weekend which was the cherry on top of my Sunday. I was ready to leave behind my semester that consisted of a twisted menage a trois (metaphorically speaking) that I had participated in unwillingly. But at least, she would have time to play her new toy, some girls always seem to get so lucky. So while I was toasting to my final days of 2008 that I spent in New York, she was contemplating another rendezvous on the Caribbean Sea. I cheered her on, I encourage all exploitation of male sexuality. When she gets there, she would experience something that happens to eighty percent of women in their lifetime.
So this DV character lives in Brooklyn, Brooklyn boys have a reputation for talking shit. It is a crap shoot as to whether it turns out to be as good as they say it is. But considering he isn't really from Brooklyn, the offer seemed authentic. I was skeptical but I would never discourage anyone from getting the cutty, I'm never a player hater. But I will say I had my doubts. Who wants to take the subway at 1:00 in the morning? But we have all been there at least once. She gets there and awkward cannot even begin to describe the tension in the air. TO make this long story short, he pops this "official" bullshit. I guess to get in but that shit played out with incents. She entertains him, you want to say anything that will keep his flag swaying in the wind. She prepares herself for a long trip on his yacht. (Sorry that was the best metaphor I could give) Unfortunately, this trip was a little shorter than she had expected.
It starts to get hot and heavy, the yacht was just starting to pull out of the dock. the breeze was beautiful and she moved her body to the rhythm of the yacht. Just as she got into the groove, this two bit negro woke her up out of her pleasant dream. Turns out his cruise ship was simply a sailboat. Like this imposter couldn't even put in a good ten minutes before he was ready to roll his lazy ass over and go to sleep. Appalled and a little freaked out, she called me and I was disgusted. Now I believe in working with anyone but something like that can only be fixed with that little blue pill. Goddamn, he was only 19, apparently his junk was aging in dog years. Is this what the world has come to?? A world where guys that are barely out of puberty cannot even put in a decent amount of work. Poor thang, he was a fraud, a simple case of false advertisement. He should have labeled himself. WARNING: THIS APPEARS TO BE BETTER THAN IT IS. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.
Effing imposter, smh, this really is a recession. Damn a girl cannot even depend on a good late night gentleman call. Damn shame, he didn't even get it out the gate. The worst part is that he blamed it on nerves. I wanted to be supportive but deep inside I was dying laughing. This young black Carribean man had zero game and used the oldest lines in the book. He had more excuses than a pregnant lesbian on Maury. Apparently Brooklyn doesn't always go hard.
Note to Self: Never pick up weird employees in a music store in Times Square. SMH
"He had a yacht with sailboat potential."
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