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K-Ci and Oh No!

Published August 26, 2008 in BOOOOOO!, those were the days and you're a grown ass man. 2 Comments

So this showed up in my Google reader as one of the most-viewed videos of the day. And I truly believe I’m solely responsible for this. Because I have watched this clip 312,457 times… and counting ;) Man, do y’all remember how dope Jodeci was? … I need to pull out Forever My Lady or Diary of a Mad Band STAT. Thems sure was the days…

Sidebar — WHO in the hell told K-Ci that it was OK to bare his cracky chest? Over the past few years, I don’t think I’ve seen one clip of him with a shirt on… (SMH). The funniest part is that K-Ci keeps singing. Michael K over at DListed says, “If K-Ci stops singing, they won’t get paid for the gig and who will pay for their crack rocks?!” Tee hee ;) … too funny. Why did dude just pick up the mic and keep stepping?… Like that ish happens every nite. Oh man…

I think Whitney said it best. Crack is whack… Do YOU know?

Damn, I don’t know this song either

Published July 28, 2008 in Awww...HU!, BOOOOOO!, Uncategorized, good music, i hate it, probably a big mistake, sometimes I'm a loser and those were the days. 3 Comments

So I wasn’t working this past weekend and got a chance to be ‘normal’ ;) and hang with some of my friends. Hooray! On Friday nite, me and my friend Kellz went out to a club. I put on a dress and heels and we got to the club before it was real packed and set up shop on the first floor by the bar.

Perfect.

The music was great. They were playing a lot of old school hip hop and R&B, some Chaka… a little Tribe. We were having a great time. We even spotted an S-Curl and I made Kellz pretend I was taking a picture of her so old boy wouldn’t know we were clowning him…

Big fun.

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After about an hour, we went upstairs to the second level. And as we were standing on the outskirts of the dance floor watching folks get their dance on, I slowly began to realize that I didn’t know any of the music the DJ was playing. You know that “Awwwwww, s—! That’s my joint / Woooooo!” sound that happens right after the DJ plays the first few notes of a club banger??? Well I heard it repeatedly… I saw the hands go up in the air. But I didn’t recognize any of the songs.

How the hell did this happen?

I consciously stopped listening to urban contemporary radio stations several years ago — not because I don’t like hip hop — but because I *do.* And what passes for hip hop and R&B on the radio these days sickens me. I prefer to read reviews and forums, find artists that I like and buy/download their music myself. But even so, the ignorance that floods the airwaves has always found a way to somehow seep into my consciousness. Thru commercials or MTV or something… Last Friday however, I literally knew none of the songs that were played in like a 20-minute period.

What are you supposed to do in a situation like that? Should you just throw your hands up in the air when everyone else does and pretend like you like the raggedy-ass ‘music’ that’s playing (as one friend suggested)? Or do you just acknowledge the fact that you’re over it and look for a comfy seat?

I opted for option #2.

Overall I enjoyed myself that nite but I spent the last half hour we were there texting a friend of mine who was being equally lame at another club…

My how times change… Continue reading ‘Damn, I don’t know this song either’

Get your own damn statue!

Published February 20, 2008 in BOOOOOO!, i hate it, rich people can pound salt, say it ain't so and those were the days. 4 Comments

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This is one of my favorite pieces of art in D.C. It’s a sculpture called The Awakening and for the last 28 years, it’s resided at Hains Point in D.C.’s East Potomac Park. It’s huge – like 100 feet long and though a lot of people think it’s creepy, I think it’s beautiful.

Hains Point sits right on the Potomac and has always been my favorite summer cool-out spot. On Sundays people just drive up there and play music, chill at the picnic areas… And whenever I have friends visit I love to take them there. In college my girl Jess and I spent more than a few drunken nights climbing the statue and taking ridiculous photos–none of which I’m willing to post here. “Look it’s grabbing my butt. Now you sit in the hand…” Oh those were the days…

But today they’re digging up the statue and moving it to a burgeoning new ‘hot spot’ in Prince George’s County–the National Harbor. Some guy bought it for like three-quarters of a million dollars and it’s now gonna “anchor the main promenade at Prince George’s County’s National Harbor project.”

Well, booooooo! P.G. County needs to get their own damn statue and leave ours the hell alone. Really rich guy? Just “I want that one!” like Michael Jackson in that souvenir store? Y’all remember what I’m talking about… If you have $750,000 to spend, you could have just paid someone to build you your own. I hate rich people. I can’t wait til I’m rich so I can give some rich people a piece of my mind.

When life was good

Published January 11, 2008 in New Jersey, awesome stuff, i heart it and those were the days. 0 Comments

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Stop laughing. These jeans are one of my most prized posessions. Size 10 Levis 900 series stonewashed (to death) with original art by one of my favorite girlfriends from middle/high school Tamika Harris (where ARE you, girl?) Any one of my girls from Jersey will absolutely remember these jeans. They were my pride and joy, y’all. People sweated me (yes, I said it) so hard whenever I wore these.

You may be thinking, “With so many colors what did you wear with those jeans, EJ?” The answer? Whatever the heck I wanted to. Everything matched … or didn’t match. Just think Bernie Mac on Def Jam (y’all KNOW you know what I’m talking about). Let me break down for you what is really going on here:

On the front side: You’ve got Donald (or some other) Duck going down the left leg, and on the right leg, you have my name (I was ‘E-Jay’ back then - plain old initials were for suckas). Look closely, it’s a little difficult to read but you’ll see it in a second.

On the back side: You have a Black Minnie and Mickey Mouse playing with alphabet blocks. Why? Who cares? It was dope. It was the late 80’s (or early 90’s I guess) and I was soooooooooo fly. Continue reading ‘When life was good’

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