I sometimes try to be more clever than I am and come off as a douche. This is one of these moments. I dropped a line in the form of a “Tag” on this models Model Mayhem profile. In return I recieve an email with the subject “Tag” and this being the body of the email: “So I was reading you tag and I don’t really understand it.” and this was my retort: (I thought I’d share)
I know… I must have been drunk or something. :D But let me break it down like a fraction:
“First off thanks for the FR…” This meant I was in such good spirits, after having received your “friend request”, that I opted to abbreviate the simplest of phrases.
“second um you’re bad.” This was to connote that you are in fact the opposite of “bad.” So much in fact that you are a big bowl of rad.
“uh style is mean as fuck… ” “Mean” is another idiom used by morons to convey ones “awesomesauce-ness” and use of the phrase “as fuck” signifies that you are so awesome that in fact, it is incomprehensible. Often like extramarital relations.
And lastly “let a muh fugga know if you want to shoot. I’m done.” alludes to possibly of shooting together in the future, even though my lack of eloquence would suggest this from ever happening. Furthermore, “Muh Fugga” is enunciating in a ghetto fabulous way the locution “mother fucker.” Indicating that I am so cool, beast if you will, that my fidelity lies in fornicating with peoples mothers.
So now knowing a blockheads vernacular, this may make a bit more sense (although I promise nothing):
“First off thanks for the FR… second um you’re bad. uh style is mean as fuck… let a muh fugga know if you want to shoot. I’m done.”
Sorry for the lack of professionalism on my part. I could of just simply stated, “I think you’re awesome and I we should shoot together sometime.” But I sometimes can’t conceal my excitement. For this I apologize.
I will probably never shoot with this model, but what-eva.
This is more of an update of my condition as I tend to get dizzy from explaining the who, what, when, where and why of it all over and over again. Today, Saturday January 8th 2011 I woke up about 6 am to meet my new nurse, Suzie. An extremely cordial woman and probably the nicest woman I’ve conversed with the entire trip. She reveled at the fact that I was rolling in and out of bed on my own and that I could take a stroll on my own. This is not only new to Suzie but it’s also new to me. I was up and around yesterday but with help. I was finally switched over from my intravenous cocktail to liquids. So in short I had apple juice for breakfast. As it seems I’ll probably be making that trip to Philadelphia sometime next week to finish what I started.
The surgeon unveiled my battle wound and said it is looking tip top along with my breathing, lungs, stomach and overall mood. However large the scar is, it looks great. Clean, neat, and it seems to be bothering me less and less. I tend to brag about my ability to urine like nobody’s business to almost all the nurses and they seem to enjoy my quirkiness on the subject. I definitely still feel very much sore and uneasy from their attempt at trying to administer an epidural, but I’m coming along well.
One last thing, as my fellow soldiers called “Man Down” and disavowed this RAW agent and moved on to finish the fight it has been left to be a nebulous fact how I will return to them. So I’m putting this out there to family and friends who can chip in a ten spot or what have you to help me finish the fight. Thanks and I’ll continue to keep ya’ll updated and I promise to keep healing at this Wolverine-esque rate.
Thanks for all the calls, texts and for all the support from just taking the time to keep me company with your voice as I am completely on my own in Fort Colins. Thanks again.
I noticed today I have quite a few readers. So I decided to write about music. For those who I have not told yet, I am a Jazz fan. Today I ran across this siren named Lady Sa’, who is just the the most fantastic songbird I have heard in an awful long time. With the help of Blu Bizness, this daughter of wit and charm has, masterfully, put together some of the most beautiful arangements with a hip hop lounge feel placed within every note.
I wish I could write something that could do them justice, since I don’t think that is possible, I will let Lady Sa’ & the Red Paint Clan do this with their profound sound.
About Lady Sa’:(posted on their profile)
Lady Sa’ (pronounced like say) is me, myself, and some guy….named Trefford which is my partner in rhyme… and sometimes crime. Well…he swore his days in orange are truly done. As they say Treff, “Actions speak louder than words.” On a more musical note, all my ballads were born in the ghetto part of the galaxy where the tropics can be found. A precise sound that my brilliant brothers of Blu Bizness put down and mixed together with my desired sound all around. Behind Blu Bizness, their are three musical magicians; Trefford, Curt, and Bobby; each having their own individual skills they bring to the table making it sympiatic without the other. Under Blu Biz, their are many projects and plans in the making so stay tuned into our space and be on the look out for our Mothership! Lady Sa’ & the Red Paint Clan will soon land too so Thank you, good lookin’ out, & God Bless you to the 10th power every hour on the hour and even in the shower.
Hear them on their profile: www.myspace.com/ladysa
“I stood upon a high place
And I saw, below, many devils
And cavorting in sin.
One looked up, grinning,
And said, “Comrade! Brother!”
This was supposed to be one of two quotes that opened the film “Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang”. The second quote I may or may not disclose at the end of this article. If you’ve had the pleasure of watching the film, you would know that obviously it didn’t make it into the film for one reason or another. The reason I bring it up is, the things that get cut from flicks can be so downright and outright, yes both ways, un-satisfyingly cool. For instance, take almost all the deleted scenes from Steven Frears’ film High Fidelity. Priceless. There’s a scene in particular, and possibly one of my favorite scenes from the film, where Rob (John Cusack) talks about foreplay.
Also check out, “Top Five Worst Things”, “Records For Sale” and “All-Time Top 100” on the High Fidelity deleted scenes portion of the DVD.
Also if you’ve ever seen, John Madden’s (no not that one) “Shakespeare In Love” there is a scene that was cut from the film and ultimately re-written because of test audiences. But the scene said everything that the newer version explained just without creating an emotional road map for the audience.
Cool shit, right? Cool defined, yes. Call me a fan-boy or what have you but I’m sure we’ve all found something so Miles Davis-ly cool and yet didn’t have anyone to share it with. Well I do, you.
Now I may get into some legal trouble for putting this copyrighted material up with out permission. Possibly placed into custody where I may share a small ten by ten cell with a cat that loves three hots and cot, the toilet wine he has managed to hide from the guards and his mother or so his tattoo tells me. He’ll rattle on about, if I turn states evidence I will manage to cop a plea and only get three years. “We are only serveeng about ten percent of that eh.” He’ll tell me with all of his legal experience. I’ll nod my head in hopes that he stops watching me while take a dump. And when he finally stops I’ll stare past the picture of Selma Hayak, which I cleverly pasted to the wall with toothpaste, and mutter to my self, “I stood upon a high place and I saw, below, many devils running, leaping and cavorting in sin. One looked up, grinning, and said, “Comrade! Brother!” And I’ll smile.
In the music world where Hip-Hop has become a Fat Kid at Baskin Robbins, they sample everything, an unknown will emerge to show us that Rap or Hip-Hop, a contemporary verse; poetry, is still considered an art form.
I met Amen Riccs while he was grinding his self-entitled debut album outside of a Wal-Mart in Riverside County. While his first album was rough around the edges it displayed the potential in his genius. With amazing tracks, only faulting within few beats and not in his lyrics, the album established the style, soul, and the emotion of Riccs.
They say The Blues is the backbone or more so, the origin of Rap or Hip Hop because of the feeling that is written beneath the skin of its verse. Somethin’s Gotta Give, Amen Riccs’ long awaited second album, possesses the Blues of grinding out a dream. Within the 16-track album, he proves his aptitude for rhyme and focus of beat. He pushes each lyric through the womb of his imagination, thus they carry the beat and not the other way around, because each bar contains a heartbeat.
The album holds songs like “Going Away” that should have mass amounts of radio play and with deeply personal tracks like, “Dark Nights,” “Somethin’s Gotta Give,” and the re-examined track entitled “The Life,” that display a melancholy of heartbreak and regret for this struggling artist. The album also has Amen’s first, buck, tear-the-club-up song, “Get That,” which has a life and a shake-your-ass crunk feel that could get Wayne Newton to back his booty up and put it on the glass. Moreover, each track on this album is worth listening with repetition and will capture your attention and turn you into a fan.
They say talent is a lightning rod and America is a thunder storm, Amen Riccs is a one-in-a-million Hip-Hop artists, but with actual talent, running around, getting soaked and exhausted from that rod weighing his arm down, waiting to be struck by that lightning called “Getting Signed”. But meantime, Amen Riccs states in his track called “Story of My Life,” “All I wanna hear is someone tell me they felt me.” He should know that anyone who takes the time to listen to this album, he has written a feeling beneath the skin of each verse and to only have “felt” him, would be an understatement. –V.M.