T/H/U/R/S: Peace Out Party for Ayden @ Nightingale Lounge
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Blogging
To go is to go. I'm enjoying the West.
I want to say goodbye in a real way so come out to the jam.
I'm going to Cali folk. I'm out goodbye and farewell. Copped a promotion and am bouncing to the West West y'all.
I'm saying goodbye, I'm sorry, I love you to all and all. Please come out to the Nightengale Lounge.
I've been in LA for a week and well I need a car. So I'm going to buy one. So in La Cosa nostra style for the Familia help a sista out. Hooks ups Count.
Restless Produxns + Activison = Productive Visons
DJ's : ayden Andre, The Ang Squeak Slim Hug
It's This Thursday Eight PM to Midnight 213 2nd Ave @ 13th New York, NY No Cover. Just Show love if it's like that.
I will go out for it. With selections. being done by you my homies. I have an idea. of how I want to start. the electro side of the the RB genre. then on to battlerhymes unkown. then to classic.+ a rare groove. Then. I'm putting it on. the house. the numoments. I don't know. but I think I might want to do some. drum and bass. too.
I'ma start dealing with the tunes. Listen to me work it out. via podcast. click here and boom.
I don't listen and I can't wait. I haven't had the feeling in that long. the one only prepared only by omniscience. I have only really made love to music. I have only really made love to sound. it is only her that brings me to tears. causes me to doubt. makes me sad. brings me joy. I can find a sound to suit anything i'd like to feel. but not a woman.
there is the problem. I want the her to bring all of these things. dummy. I'm supposed to be grown enough to know better. only now. is it coming to light. that just friends is just aight. that going home without a kiss isn't a miss. a mistake. or misunderstanding.
it's all good. and it's getting better. my muse. my friends. my life is still waiting to be lived. Day One. vacuum.
Currently
listening
:
Chico Em Cy
By
Quarteto Em Cy
Release date: 03 December, 1999
.:.:. You like my music because there’s love in my song .:.:.
I Honestly think the reason I write well. Is because of the 20th century invention of the type writer. Without any real musicianship except for perfect pitch and timing. I have placed all gracefulness in the my hands. Skillfully selecting the proper music to write to. And this I do on beat. & in the feeling of the motivation. I have a song for every piece of prose Ive ever written.
I have not been fortunate enough to receive lessons of any sort. The most I did was beg the instructors at my local music studio to allow me to watch. As middle class parents with their middle class dreams. Put the power of sound in each of their middle class childrens hands. Shirk, they did left and right the opportunity. I often wish I was an Asian stereotype.
Id be good at Gymnastics Id be good at Math Id play an instrument.
Dont forget Joplin though. No, in my family we have djs My uncles Champagne Tony and K.K. McCray. The boys of summer with all the equipment and none of the dreams. Not like mine. Not to rock a party overseas. Not to get accepted into the Red Bull Music Academy. No, Not like mine. This weekend. K.K. McCray said I could have his records. I nearly died. They mean a lot to him. And they will mean a lot to me.
I tell everyone this. And I guess thisll be the last time. But I copped my dream job. And now I need a new goal. I feel intimidated by saying I want to do anything music related. Its so cliché.
I dont cry as often as I should. Im not moved as often as I should be. I guess my goal can be to be so moved that I create something that would make someone cry. To be so entirely beautiful. So incredibly powerful. So definitively tight. That replay after replay it challenges the spirit to interpret the sound into feeling. And that feeling so full so beautiful so perfect and compromising. Is. It just fucking is.
Currently
listening
:
Swingin' Easy
By
Sarah Vaughan
Release date: 17 November, 1992
"I'ma prison cell six by nine Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house I'm the place many fear cause there's no way out I take the sun away put misery instead When you wit me most folks consider you dead I saw too many inmates fallin apart Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark Convicts think they alone but if they listen close They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin) I make it hotter in the summer colder in the winter If the court parole ya then another con enters No remorse for your tears I seen em too often When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me Face to face with a cage no matter your age I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out Cause only you and I know what sufferings about Yo it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comming Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you You'll always be my property nigga stay legal"
LAST WORDS by Nasir Jone and Nashawn. Check out the MF DOOM vs NAS bootleg. Track 19.
::IM @ rkaaafaded if you can't find it friends or muscians only ::
I'm realizing that think we were are safe. What we been here 450 years and the beef is squashed ! My cousin's agreeing with Border Patrol. Black folks I know talking about Mexicans saying "those people". The revolution ain't been televised folks cause it hasn't happened. You didn't miss it, and you didn't plan on going did you. Did You?!
Harriet, Audre, Sonia. I ain't forget. Malcom, Marcus, Sundiata, I ain't forget.
I was looking at Real Sports w/ Bryant Gumble and a representative from North Carolina Central (the college that the DUKE rape victim attends FT) - straight said
" I think the RACE angle of the DUKE rape is being blown way out of proportion"
These are the last words of a hanging slave.
Currently
listening
:
Nastradamus
By
Nas
Release date: 23 November, 1999
"everytime you scream at me i wanna kiss you baby when you put your hands on me i wanna touch you (there) and when we get to arguing just gotta kiss you baby, i don't know why it's like that but you're just so damn sexy
when you're mad.."
Its the lost love song. The last entry on the last page. Shes back. Again. As I'm thinking, Im forgetting about it.
I could tell this girl anything. She was my room to my not so carmel center. shady. shady. it is kinda sexy. a little unhealthy. I mean taking no for an answer is fair, but what if you never asked the question? She never volunteers and you forget about it. Why don't u kiss her? (in greeting) you know like all the other friends do.
Cause I don't f with myself like that. That's a whole lot plus she makes me mad. sick too. butterflies.
I just want to touch and kiss oh I wish I could be with you tonite.
you give me.
shade.
Ignore this.
First song: Ne-Yo When Youre Mad
6 years in the making. A strange soup of trust and understanding. Being real. And being wrong. Just doesnt answer the question of why we cant get along.
I wasnt trying to rhyme. I wasnt trying to ever unlike her either. Well never get together. In my mind. There is a place where I get to imagine her seeing me in the light. Seeing me as a welcome change. Talking and laughing outside of the friend zone. She got me thinking Im ugly. No. Thats not it.
Damn. @ one point it was I was short. But then she dated a magic troll. So I was like um. Whats the excuse now?! I just want her to hear these songs and think of me. Feeling the magic of the turnout. To feel vulnerable. To be open to the thought. To dialogue in a real way about a dream I have.
Shout out to all the r&b bitches.
Currently
listening
:
In My Own Words
By
Ne-Yo
Release date: 28 February, 2006
anxious
cold
nostalgic
