Well if i couldn't have it silly rabbit why you sweat me.

This weekend I went out and met up with my homeboy at a bar in the LES. I'd been in a bit of a melancholy mood due to some issues of the female persuasion, so at any rate i felt like the best remedy was some good music, a two step or two, and some alcohol. A healthy dosage of alcohol. After having a good time and feeling good about my situation while walking home in the refreshing midnight hour air (Ny has been super nice the last few nights) I get summoned by some unknown birds in a SUV. Being the curious george that I am I choose to oblige with good spirit and attitude. Needless to say they had well... nothing to say. But the loud mouth one did humor me with a classic quote that i'm no stranger to. It was something to the effect of "You don't look like you like brown skinned girls". They were middle eastern from long island and the short one that exclaimed the bold statement was all of 4'10. By the way,why are the shortest ones always the loudest? Anyhow, I digress. So my natural and unflinching reaction was a smile followed by a " Now what the f*&k does that mean?!" Seriously. Its been more than ten years now that i've heard that, and not to blow my own horn but my song catalog is pretty diverse so to speak. So my presence as a self discriminating black man is perplexing. It baffles me to a comedic degree. haha.

But thank god for kanye, Aisha Tyler (the beautiful and self-proclaimed pseudo black woman)Saul Williams, Pharrell, Andre 3000, and a host of other black personalities that continue to help people better label the identity of black. Now I dont have to do so much explaining. Sheesh. Music has always been my identity anomoly. Growing up half of my life in South Central LA and Huntington Beach "surf city" california I was constantly exposed to a ton of genres of music. My first GF introduced me to radiohead, and whenever we'd fight it would be a fiona apple shoot myself in the head/ male bashing marathon. My best friend kristin took me to a grip of ska/punk shows and the deftones was the first rock album i bought. In exchange I taught Kristin her first rap lyric and she probably knows the whole doggystyle album from front to back (no pun intended). I was so hyped when i saw radiohead's grammy performance last night. Sh*t gave me goosebumps. I used to play Kid A and Amnesiac in my car like crazy. Back then I would get clowned by some of my homeboys because of my eccentric disposition. I got names like Chester, Carlton, and Pharrell, but my saving "black" grace was that i was nice at ball. Like county record nice pahtnah!!! funny how black is rap music and sports isn't it?

So heres to the books with the covers that look funny, but are great reads in bed. hahah. I have no idea what that means, but it sounds good! (editors note: ry scored really bad in the analogies section on his SAT's. REALLY BAD.)


Thom Yorke. Bananas.


First saw these guys over at the "New Leader Of The Pseudo's" Kanye's blog. Did my research and they are officially my new shit. That dance he does reminds me of something i would do in my kitchen with tube socks on. Love this video.