MY GAL VIVIAN GREEN LOOKS TO SET TO MAKE A COMEBACK WITH HER 3RD STUDIO ALBUM...HERE`S THE PENDING LEAD SINGLE "BEAUTIFUL"...GLAD TO SEE HER COMING BACK...WE NEED MORE REAL R&B NOT POP SOUNDING R&B.
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
"I use a lot of African beads as well as a lot of things made out of resin because my necklaces tend to be chunky and bulky, so I try to use materials that are not as heavy as using the actual stones and metals. A lot of glass beads. Some of the beads are from Ghana, Kenya, and Tanzania. I love texture, there’s a lot of texture, my variation of textures, in all the pieces. I love turquoise. I also used feathers in some of the designs, I’ve always loved feathers and there are many different variations of feather earrings, so I thought “How can I make mine different?” I like the chains and the feathers. It has a soft and a hard feel to it. They’re made out of silver."
to purchase, visit korto momolu's e-store, where she also has tees and purses for sale.
super chic and super roomy -
funky print with great button detailing -
chain strap? check!
and one subdued but fabulous purse from naana b:
Monday, 25 January 2010
The bars are closing in on her,
but only she can see them...
They are entrenched with razor wire
and for his amusement.. electrified.
So, now the cage is even smaller.
she can't breathe.... The staleness
of the air chokes the little life she have left.
she struggle to be free..but she am his prisoner.
Hush! he's coming......
she pretends to be asleep, so he will not speak or touch her.
As he stands there his foul breath makes her nauseous.
she tries to think of happier times, but it's like t.v. was before HD
unclear & out of focus.She prays for a resolution, for strength to break free..
You can't believe all the times...
she tried to escape...
she did escape once...He forgot to lock the door.
But he found her and dragged her back kicking & screaming back to the cage.
His excuse was....You are to beautiful to be free. I must cage you.
I want you all to myself. Others can admire you but that is all.
she hangs my head as these words pierce her soul.
Her only escape is her voice... It leaves this cage and takes her far away to a place called freedom.
what a lovely place it is.... Oh,what she would do if she could stay...
Can you see it? Flowing with breathtaking waterfalls & lush tropical plants. The intoxicating aroma of the lotus blossoms fills the air.... birds of all types flying without fear of capture... freedom feels so good...
A place where nature and man are one.
No enemies there...all are living in harmony....
The sweet melody of her voice flows blissfully bringing a smile to all who hear.
Many have tried to free her...... none successful tho...
Maybe one day.... God will send the one who can free this caged bird....
- Toissant l’Ouverture, leader of the Haitian Revolution
We had the pleasure – depending on your sense of humor – of seeing George W. Bush thank Barack Obama for his “swift response” to the victims of Haiti (see Hurricane Katrina). We’ve seen the true mobilizing power of Twitter, most notably through the efforts of Wyclef Jean. Donte Stallworth pledged to donate $1 for every follower he had by midnight. Twitter, after all, is not just about what I ate for lunch.
It’s more than an interesting coincidence that the federal holiday of Martin Luther King Jr. will be tinged with news about the relief efforts of Haiti. We’re talking about a country where enslaved Africans won “freedom” by force of arms in a 12-year-long war led by slave-turned-leader Toussaint l’Ouverture.
In 1803, after l’Ouverture defeated the French colonialists, France gave them an ultimatum: Pay us royally and be recognized as a free nation or we will come wreck shop. The figure: 20 billion current U.S. dollars. After refusing to comply with the terms for 21 years, Haiti relented.
(Need more perspective on how outlandish this ransom was: The United States paid France approximately $10 billion current U.S. dollars for the Louisiana Purchase in 1803. The land purchased by the U.S. was 828,800 square miles. Haiti is 10,714 square miles. The U.S. was getting 80 times the land Haitians were getting but paid half as much! Let’s just move on).
To say that this was crippling is an understatement. The Haitian government paid as much as 80 percent of its total revenue in some years to pay off the debt. Of course, this was money they couldn’t put into health care, manufacturing, education, agriculture, foreign investments, etc. Haiti didn’t pay off their debt until 1947.
“My decision to destroy the authority of the blacks in Saint Domingue (Haiti) is not so much based on considerations of commerce and money, as on the need to block for ever the march of the blacks in the world.”
- Napolean Bonaparte
They paid for their freedom, only to still be in economical slavery.
Both revolutionaries, King and L’Ouverture knew that freedom was something worth forcing.
One favored guns. The other didn’t. One commandeered troops with bayonets. The other commandeered troops with rhetoric and marches. Both men were willing to die for emancipation. Both men did.
Neither were alive to see the fruit of their labors. The tales of l’Ouverture and King both provide interesting notions about the concept of freedom. Is freedom paying off an impossible debt for over a hundred years, dismantling any hope of economic prosperity in the process? Is it fighting for equal rights in a country that never even regarded you as human?
If success is in the journey, is freedom a means or is it an end?
We look at Haiti as a desperate country right now because their citizens are handicapped by a financially impotent government. But perhaps Haiti looks at us askew, because we’re granted more opportunities than they could imagine and we still find ways to not take advantage, remaining at the bottom of the employment and financial totem pole.
Freedom has its ostensible merits, but it’s not without its crippling costs. For l’Ouverture, freedom was a means and an end. For King, progress was the means. Freedom was an end.
“All progress is precarious, and the solution of one problem brings us face to face with another problem.“
-Martin Luther King Jr.
In the days following the destructive quake, many efforts have been underway to provide much needed assistance to devastated Haitians. Rescue relief efforts continue around the clock, even resulting in survivor recovery nearly a week after the initial quake. Sadly, it only amounts to a small scratch on the surface at this critical moment in time.
With families torn apart, and the dead, and dying strewn about the streets of the Port-Au-Prince region, images of pure anguish as experienced by the earthquake victims is enough to tug on the toughest of heart-strings. Add to this current tragedy, their previous state of misfortune brought on by a troubled government, and their level of despair becomes unfathomable.
But there is hope.
Hope in the form of bravery amongst fellow Haitians, and the benevolence of citizens of the greater international community – the generosity that we can provide. Each and every one of us can make a difference in the lives of our Haitian brothers and sisters, whether it’s donating clothes and goods or texting/Twittering from the comfort of your very own living room. Want to know how you can best serve the people of Haiti? Dig this list of agencies/organizations that can help get you, your money, and best intentions on their way to improving the lives of the endangered and devastated:
Contact your local churches, civic and community centers to learn about programs geared towards relief efforts in your area.
Friday, 15 January 2010
'The new single's about when you can't resist something that you know is bad for you. a guilty pleasure. like watching celebrity big brother'
Ok, so you’re gonna love this. The other day I got a personalized letter from PETA! Lol so after some thought I've decided to write one back. Goes a little something like this:
There is no humane way to kill anything, let me start there. It’s unfortunate but it’s part of life. With that being said, I would eat pterodactyl if you found some and you told me it was meaty and delicious. And after doing a very minimal amount of research....... I found out that the founder Ingrid Newkirk is completely batty. I had a feeling but she far exceeded my expectations. I mean certifiably insane! Lol this chicks will is nuts, google it – it’s a riot! Beyond the fact that I think she's a diabetic, which means she needs insulin, which is taken from lab pigs (I know this because my sister happens to be in veterinary school), which would be completely hypocritical. It’s like don't abuse animals unless it can help me.
I feel very strongly about a lot of things such as the sweatshops that spin cotton and the blood on their hands. Btw it’s not just the look of fur. It’s warm as hell and feels glorious, ever rubbed faux fur on your body? Nothing luxurious about that. Then the letter proceeded to name artist and designers who don't wear real fur. Great! More for me! I don't judge them, don't judge me.
If I started wearing endangered animals like polar bear or orangutan then talk to me. (Which btw for the record I would not - I do believe in the preservation of endangered species) But the minks and chinchilla that quite honestly are rodents and if weren't in the form of a coat I would demand they be put to death anyway are not an issue to me.
The death of high fashion. Ugh.
I eat meat, and in fact my mouth salivates as I type the word meat! And the paint throwing that's just ridiculous! What if I was hurling Loubitons and Pierre Hardy's at every sad poorly dressed person on the street? As right as I may be it’s just fanatical and crazy. And people have the right to feel as they please. What about art? Survival of the fittest. Natural selection? No let's just let all the rodents run free and over take our cities. Oh wait they have, NY and LA in particular are infested! Why don't u save them all from scavenging on the streets and ruining my evening strolls, take them home. Make them pets! Get off my back! Pun intended!
Underpaid minorities picking your vegetables, now that's fine for you right? Please, fight for their rights. How about the poverty in the communities of brown people around the world. She had the nerve to say (and I quote) "get over it" talking of the issue of black people and slavery in this country verses cows being slaughtered. Is she kidding me? Lol yes she must be. Actually, she's lucky most black people have real issues to worry about in the U.S and don't give a crap what her delusional privileged opinions are. But she should try saying that again just for kicks n giggles on the corner of Adam Clayton Powell Blvd in Harlem n see how well people "get over it" lol.
If u want to preach do it about something worthwhile don't waste my time trying to save the dang chipmunk.
Find a worthwhile cause like the women being maimed in these Middle Eastern countries. Or female circumcision. Or women's rights here in America, we still get paid less for doing the same jobs as men. Quite honestly if you hate the world so much go live in the forest where no one else has to hear you complain about the perfectly good food chain the good Lord created. Everyone has the right to an opinion, and that's mine on that! xoxo
Thursday, 14 January 2010
"A close family friend confirmed that the ailing crooner died tonight.
The cause of death is unknown and details are pending.
Last summer, buzz started brewing that the ‘Love T.K.O.’ singer was on his deathbed.
At the time, the Grammy Award-nominated singer-songwriter was hospitalized at Philadelphia’s Bryn Mawr Hospital for about a month, and the nature of his illness was not publicly known. He and his new wife, Joan, addressed the rumors and expressed gratitude to his loyal legion of fans for their support.
“I wish to thank my fans for their prayers, concerns and love,” Pendergrass disclosed in a statement. “While I have faced recent health challenges, I am in the care of my wonderful doctors, wife Joan and family.”
“We ask at this time that you respect our privacy,” the statement continued. “Do know that I’m looking forward to continuing my work at the Teddy Pendergrass Alliance to help people with spinal cord injuries.”
R.I.P. Terry Pendergrass
Now I will be honest, I do understand that they are young and they will not know everything. I do not expect them to know everything. Some things none of us will know until we reach a certain point in life. That is common knowledge that I think we can all agree on. What I am most disappointed in now is how most of us younger people feel that we can think certain things and do certain things because of our age. With knowledge so easy to access with the click of a button and services so widely available to us, why do we not make full use of them? Why keep ourselves in the dark about a lot of things and act out and just get by because we are so called, YOUNG & DUMB?
When is the world going to start to put more responsibility on these young people so they can be prepared to lead? No one is saying that they can not have fun. Is ignorance truly as blissful as they've always said it was? Look I do not think that just because someone is 20 it is ok for them to act a certain way that gives the impression that they are ignorant or just young.
If you know you should be doing better or you are knowledgeable of the fact that your mindset is a little messed up, why not look inside yourself and take time to correct it? At the end of the day people can just excuse the behavior and the mindset as young & dumb, but that does not make it ok as I've mentioned a million times already. Time is something we never seem to have enough of and we should try to utilize such a precious resource as much as we can.
We will all experience certain ignorant or less than stellar behavior and thoughts at some point in time for each age group we enter. The difference is, how we go about changing those when we clearly know we could be doing better or someone has tried to steer us in the right direction. I personally do not excuse the behaviors of my peers intellectually and especially sexually just because they are YOUNG! That is no way to go about living your life at any age.
These days with the world being so advanced and children growing up so fast, we can not allow ourselves to slack just because we feel we are too young to know better. It is just not acceptable. If you want to say you are grown, then be it! Anyone can say they are grown and do so called "grown & sexy" things, but words mean nothing when the actions more clearly indicate immaturity.
Well I'm done and not sorry if I have bored anyone to death...after all, this is MY blog. lol
I was sidewalk cracks,
Pick pocketing midnight freaks with drunken feet.
These men danced with the rain,
She was nickel of theirs that got stuck between my teeth.
I never prayed for a man to leap over me,
Every once in a while,
I like dare myself to feel what it means
to be down-to-earth enough to get stepped on.
Whatever shine a nickel can have
I have downed in one gulp.
Whichever moon I craved
She has grabbed by its hair
And stapled on.
I think I’ve come to know her,
Better than I know myself.
She is a revolutionary.
She wears her past on the dark side of her face
She has beheaded many men.
But made sure she stayed long enough to own their tales.
She has too much Venus specks.
She complains of stomach burns
Too much heat…
The supernova in her blood,
Kept her on the run
Until she got into the habit of stepping out of her footprints
Just for the sake of it.
I am high.
I live like crescents.
I stay away from falling out of grace
by biting on to the sky, and holding on..
I gurgle whatever darkness is out
Open my mouth just to taste its magnificence.
I’ve tried swallowing the heavens in breaths before
But last night I choked on stardust
in the static moment
following… “I love you”
I waited for the aftertaste of everything
…it wont come to me.
I might sound awkward
But some days…
Even when its undeserved
all anyone needs to be to someone
is something worth looking up to.
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
Michelle said in a statement,
“From my time in Destiny’s Child to my solo career, I am grateful for everything Mathew and his team has done for me,” a statement released by Williams reads. “We’ve shared great success together. However, as I move in a new direction in my career, I felt it was time.”
“I wish Mathew Knowles and the Music World Entertainment family all the best.”
Kelly Rowland ended her professional relationship with Matthew Knowles over a year ago and Michelle has now finally seen the light!
Matthew can now focus all his attention on Beyonce..He no longer needs to pretend that he cares about Kelly and Michelle’s solo careers.
Good luck Michelle.
M.I.A. RETURNS THIS YEAR WITH A NEW ALBUM..,EARLIER TODAY SHE POSTED HER BRAND NEW VIDEO ON TWITTER..FOR "THERE`S SPACE FOR OLD I DAT I SEE" ,IT`S NOT OFFICAL IF IT`S A LEAD SINGLE.... BUT I HAVE TO SAY I`M LOVING THIS SONG/VIDEO....I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEW ALBUM.
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
2.Some of we and the land that was never ours while we were the land's. Started from us and of the ground which was never with we while we were the ground. Some of we wore the land. Some of we carried the ground. Some of we planted grapes. Some of we planted grapes. Some of we were to settle. Some of we were to arrange. And the land was never ours. And the ground was never with us. And yet we were made by the land, by the grapes. But we were made by the ground, by the grapes. We were eating the leaves of the land. We ate the sheets of the ground. The grapes of the land. Grapes of the ground. The green of the land. Green of the ground. The leaves. Sheets. And we were the land's because we were eating and the land let some of us eat. And we were the ground because we eat and the ground let some among us eat. And yet the land was never some of ours. But the ground was never sure with us. Is never some of ours. Be never certain with us. Never will be rightly some of ours. Be correctly never certain with us. Never to be owned. Never to be had. And the land's green is the land's owning of us. And the green of the ground is the possession of the ground of us.
3.The land is some of us holding out our hand and sparrows are pecking at it eating. The ground is among us giving our hand and the sparrows picotent with it eating. We are all in this world, this world of hands and grain, together. We all the small ones are in this world, this world of the hands and grain, together. Some of us are sparrows pecking at our hand. Some among us are sparrows picotant with our hand. Flying then nesting on our finger. With then control the hardware on our finger. Sparrows are pecking at our hand, pecking at our grain, at our hand, at our grain, at our hand. The sparrows picotent with our hand, picotant with our grain, our hand, our grain, our hand. We are all in this world with sparrows. We all the small ones are in this world with sparrows. With pecking. With the picoter. We are in this hand, in this pecking. We are in this hand, in this picoter. We are all. We all the small ones are. Some of we are pecking back. Some of we left ourselves picotons behind. We are pecking at our hand. We picotons with our hand. We are wanting to be full with grain. We want to be full with the grain. And then to be eating grapes. And to eat grapes then. Some of we are flying at our hand, flying at our hand. Some of we let ourselves fly to our hand, rollings up with our hand. Some of we are pecking at our hand of flying. Some of we left ourselves picotons with our hand of the flight. We are all in this world together, flying pecking. We all the small ones are together in this world, controlling the picoter. Down on the ground. With bottom on the ground. Then again, flying, pecking. The other side, to fly, picotant.
4.What it means to settle. What means it arrangement. To we are all in this world together. We all the small ones are together in this world. To eat the grapes and not to plant the seed. To eat the grapes and not to plant seed. To hold on too tight. To be too strongly held in the function. To change. To change. To make the change. To make the change. To change the land. To change the ground. To throw out the seed. To throw out of seed. To we are all in this world together yet still some of we are eating grapes, others pecking at the hand. We all the small ones are together in this world always however that some of us eat grapes, others which picotent with the hand. How to move. How to move. How to move from settle on top to inside. How to move stabilization on the top inside. To embrace, to not settle. To embrace, not to arrange. To speak. To speak. To spoke. With the spoke. To poke away at what it is that is wrong in this world we are all in together. To push far what is with it is incorrect in this world which all the small ones are us in the unit.
coaxed me into
and I cannot argue.
I am filthy with a weeks
worth of myself, whomever.
Maybe now, maybe soon,
tomorrow but the past is no fiction.
Editorials of dirt
publish from my back
stories scurry and
as I think,
“I am no intellectual.
I cannot think and
Only feel. There is nothing rational
the way I scratch my
thigh for blood.”
I grabbed the body wash with glowing silver
specks marketed to
housewives all of
glamorous as Tuesday.
Idea of it on my hands,
Skin cries shivers.
This is what its like to
be done with it.
I think, I feel.
I left my jewelry on, trying to prove
eager for the floor tried Virginia suicide
but I stopped it with my foot.
I wished all silvers could be stopped by a foot.
Not all can. Not hope
I stand there till pickled,
smack of rag
and wash convincing my arms
the world never used me.
Monday, 11 January 2010
Sade have finally premiered the music video to "Soldier Of Love", the highly-anticipated lead single from the singer's upcoming sixth studio album of the same name, set for release in just under a months time...Suddenly fresh air is breathed into a most stagnant music industry. Thank you Sade! Love and miss you! Welcome back!
Roxanne Tataei brings conviction to your sound-system; A powerful voice on a stage with a tale or two to tell. Half Jamaican and half Iranian, at the tender old age of 21, her debut album entitled “Memoirs” is the fortuitous result of hard graft and a singular minded headspace.
Miss Tataei’s youth wasn’t misspent; Saturdays were for Church, for singing, from 9am to 5pm, every week from the age of five to ten. It was here that her voice, love of performance and work ethic took shape. It was at various jovial Jamaican family gatherings that she sang above and beyond her stature, five part harmonies over fried fish and run-dung stew with a solo performance for dessert. These attributes were eventually accentuated in school plays and a stint with the National Youth Musical Theatre ensured most school holidays were spent on tour. In Rox’s own words ‘It wasn’t long before all that Jazz-Hands stuff got on my nerves’; Chicago (the musical) got swapped for Portishead (Dummy) and Lauryn Hill (the Miseducation).
Joni Mitchell completes this love of the heavy hitting diminutives and her inspiration combined with an appetite to perform complex arrangements enabled Rox to form an acoustic jazz group in the spring of 2007. The shows and songs showcased both her musical ability and stagecraft and their popularity soon began to attract the attention of the A&R fraternity. This in turn led to offers from a number of labels but Rox was supremely attracted to a common approach to artistic freedoms and signed to Rough Trade. The process of recording the album has involved all of her sonic influences and sessions on both sides of the musical pond. With New Jersey’s Commissioner Gordon (famed for his work with Lauryn Hill, Damian Marley and KRS One) at the desk, Rox held her own jamming with a team of accomplished veterans ‘Playing with guys who had recorded with the Skatalites and Bob Marley was a life changing experience’.
After having laid the foundations of the album in America, Rox returned home and began working with her friend Al Shux: the talented kid from London who co-wrote and produced Jay-Z’s ode to NYC ‘Empire State of Mind’. Shux’s capability as a player and a producer fitted had and glove with Rox’s own talents and tastes collided in the most fortunate of fashions. Sometimes you’ve got to go away to come home. “To work with someone with the pedigree of [Commissioner] Gordon was obviously a huge privilege but Shux was able to bring an entirely different approach to the recording process. He has amazing sensibility and helped me to truly bring life to my songs.”
And so to the finished album, it’s a game of three halves. It’s about saying goodbye to someone, saying hello to heartache and the putting of her big toe back into loves’ trepidation filled waters. Her lyrics undress her emotions, blatantly, constantly. Throughout the album you get the sense that this is to redress her, not in armour, but in a tailor made power suit. This catharsis isn’t delivered with malice nor weak-willed ‘woe is me’ undertones. It’s about process, working through something difficult, owning hurt and turning it into something to shake your tush to on a Saturday night; ‘My Baby’ is a perfect slice of up yours. The delicate beats driven stirrings of ‘Sad Eyes’ showcases heart, ‘Do as I Say’ is classic southern soul and ‘Rocksteady’ is triumphant feel-good reggae.
A truly classic album remains perpetually timeless and can only be built upon rock steady convictions that spring from an unwavering ability; Rox has this in spades and by the bucket load. With a sold out residency and a sensational performance on Jools Holland already under her belt and heart full of songs to belt in your direction, 2010 and “Memoirs” look interlinked from the get-go.
I remember the lazy Sunday Afternoons on Eve's Bayou...
We call it our place...
As, I look up at the sky..
The sun kisses my face....
Suddenly you sneak up behind me and wrap
your arms around me...
We mimic the willow trees that sway in the breeze.
This is our place you whisper in my ear.
I nod yes, but my heart whispers...
It will always be....
Remember listening to the birds and small animals chatter.
In the distance....
I wonder if they can see our love...
Take my hand you say.... as you lead me to the waters edge.
Where we reminisce of a different time....
A time where there's only you and I....
No one else....
I remember you picking me up
and pretending to drop me.....
Only to slip and we both take a dip...Splash!
Here we are... wet from head to toe....
I could be mad but I'm not....
The pale pink dress.. I wore slings to me like a
My nipples peeking through hard & erect....
You brush my hair back with your hand and kiss my forehead.
I take a deep breath as pull me closer to you.
I unbutton your shirt slowly to reveal your wet smooth chocolate skin.
I kiss your chest and hold you tight... for a moment the Earth stands still.
You carry me to a small clearing, where you have a blanket, picnic basket, and a dozen blue roses...
You ever so gingerly you lay me down on the blanket....
Lost in each other arms...
we forget the past, the present....but here on
Eve's Bayou the future is ours...
For it is told that every time you make love...
You cheat death...
So many lessons learned here on Eve's Bayou...
It's where you taught me that love can be so beautiful...
Friday, 8 January 2010
My niece is a teenager and is dealing with her skin, she’s dealing with her hair, she’s dealing with what clothes to wear, the music she listens to…I would love to say a lot has changed, but I certainly believe that there is a lot more work to do be done.
In the business that I am in now, it is incredibly tough, and to be honest, sometimes it is is hard to keep my head above the water, sometimes I feel like I’m drowning. I’m just really fortunate to have people, friends I can call on at any hour. You don’t get a job, and you immediately want to blame it on, if my hair was different, or maybe if my nose…or they just want to go with light-skin girls, and you start to doubt yourself, and the self-doubts and the low self-esteem starts to creep in. When that happens I know that I can call on a good friend. One day, he made me do this exercise, which I thought was ridiculous at first, standing in the mirror and finding things about my face that I loved, whether it be the freckles or my eyebrows, and just concentrating on all of the positive things…and I thought it was a load…and then, I found myself doing it one day and I found myself feeling a little bit better. So I texted him and I was like, “it worked.” But what I found is that it’s great that I have a group of girlfriends that I can rely on, but it can’t just be this one-way street of women validating women. There’s something about a platonic, non-sexual male voice in your life, ideally your parent, your father, relative or brother, which should be a steady, consistent source of nothing but positivity. And having this friend inspired me to reach out to my own dad and tell him that he’s got to tell my niece everyday that she is a beautiful princess. I can tell her that she has a lovely jump shot, or she does well in school, but what she’s gonna start looking out for from other people, from other men, is to tell her how beautiful she is, and she’s gonna find validation in all the wrong ways. So, it is important to be that mentor, to be that guiding figure in her life, so she doesn’t accept validation from the wrong places.
We don’t generally share these stories. These are things that you generally take to the grave with you. You don’t want people to know that I hate my nose. You don’t want people to know that I have this fear a light-skinned woman walking into the room, ya’ know, you don’t want people to know that, so you take that your grave. So, I write this to let you all know that I’m still in it, but it’s getting better and there is light at the end of the tunnel. And when a young person has a mentor, it only makes the light seem that much more real.
“People want to hear me sing,” said Mo. “They do not want to hear any gimmicks They don’t want what everybody else is doing. Ever since I was 12-years-old I’ve just been singing. That’s really all I know.”
This album is going to be hottt! One in a lifetime, all over me, everything, bethca are all top ten calibur songs. I can not wait! I wish J records would get their stuff together and realize that people are waiting for this purely talented r&B singer to show these newcomers how it is done. You can not touch her vocals!! -SHELIA
Thursday, 7 January 2010
MY GAL ALJA JACKSON, IS THE NEW ARTIST ON INTERSCOPE RECORDS & THE CEO OF LEFTFIELD HER OWN LABEL, DID HER THANG PERFORMIN AT ATRIUM IN ATL....SHE KILLED IT YALL...AND JUST I`M MORE IMPRESSED WITH HOW CREATIVE SHE IS...U CANT PLACE THIS BISH IN A BOX LOL...HER SOUND IS SO DIFFERENT & UNIQUE...HER DEBUT ALBUM "PROPAGANDA " WILL BE DROPPIN LATER THIS YEAR...YOUR ASSES BETTA BE READY FOR THIS SHI...NOTHING BUT REAL TALENT AND CREATIVITY;)
#IF U HAVENT DOWNLOADED HER MIXTAPE YET..U MISSING OUT ON SOME GOOD SHI...HERE`S THE LINK:
why i love bestow elan: aside from the attention to shape and detail which i greatly admire,i`m a big fan of how a little playfulness shines through the backdrop of chic sophistication. the beauty, as always, is in the details - from bold shoulders, to peek-a-boo details, to the meshing of african print and jersey, to structure without stuffiness, i`m completely sold - hook, line and sinker. bestow elan is easily one of the most exciting finds in 2010