Wednesday, 28 July 2010
Swedish pop sensation Robyn takes us on the road across the UK in her new music video for “Hang With Me”. While the video is nothing spectacular, the singer shows us the ins and outs of her daily routine and how lonely it can be. “Hang With Me” serves as the lead single for Robyn’s upcoming album Body Talk Pt.2, which will hit UK stores on September 6th and US stores on the 7th. Check out the music video for “Hang With Me”.
Tarrice Love: Last year I found Gene Grady and shot him in an artistic series for my Surface Magazine Avant Guardian contest. This year I decided to enter the contest again doing a fashion/ artistic series entitiled "...IF I WAS YOUR BOY/GIRLFRIEND?" It is an intermixing of the complexities of masculine and feminine characteristics. After meeting with new model Aarron Bryan , who is fresh from California, I knew he would be perfect for this project. I texted him that Friday morning and we shot that Friday night. Everything turned out better than I expected. The only difficulty was cramming his big ass feet into those stripper heels. lol
below are outtakes from my submission. You can view the actual submission:
Janelle On James Brown:
“I feel like his spirit is around. People don’t die. You can help keep their spirit alive so they are with you.”
“There’s a lot of mystery and magic behind the way [James Brown] commanded the stage and transformed people. He was punk to me, rock ‘n’ roll. He was all of those things … even though he wasn’t labeled with those. In addition to already being a soulful singer, I too feel like the music we are creating at the Wondaland Arts Society, defies all labels and genres,”
Janelle On Prince:
“Immediately when I take the stage, I transform into a different being. It’s a spiritual experience and I allow the music to take over me,” she explains. “I didn’t choreograph anything on the BET Awards. That was just merely me feeling the energy. I’m glad that Prince had asked me to perform [Let’s Go Crazy] because I was able to connect with those lyrics.”
Prince has given me lots of advice. He’s a mentor and we’re friends. He’s come to a lot of my performances. After the BET Awards performance, he brought Quincy Jones to see us (Wondaland Arts Society) at the Montreux Jazz Festival in Switzerland and that was beautiful for him to do because Quincy has been a huge inspiration to us.
Friday, 23 July 2010
Swedish pop star Robyn is back with “Hang With Me”.Although “Hang With Me” is the lead track from Robyn’s upcoming album Body Talk Pt. 2, The song is originally from Robyn’s previous album Body Talk Pt. 1 in acoustic form. However Robyn has decided to turn the track into an electro-dance ballad, to gain more radio play. Body Talk Pt. 2 hits stores September 6th.
Britney’s phenomenal sales first began in the late nineties, when her debut album “…Baby One More Time“ went Diamond and sold around 28 million copies worldwide. Her next effort “Oops… I Did It Again” was also certified Diamond and sold 20 million copies in total, putting Britney close to 50 million albums sold off her first two releases alone.
Billboard ranked Britney as the biggest selling female artist of the past decade, the best selling teenager in history, one of the highest selling female artists of all time. All six of her studio albums have topped the Billboard charts, except for 2007′s 3 million selling Blackout which peaked at #2.
"I'm more than just an option
Hey, Hey, Hey..."
It was lights out. I was thinking about LaShawn and the kids. I wanted to be there when LaShawn went into labor but I couldn't leave here until 2 weeks. Damn, I missed her. I missed my son. I missed home. I was no longer confused about my sexuality. I was a grown man with a family. I wanted to make them proud of me. I know that stunt I pulled last year had everybody looking at me sideways but I changed. LaShawn may get on my last nerves but I loved her more than anything in this world. I am willing to do anything and everything to make that woman happy. I got under the covers and laid flat on my back with my hands clasped behind my head. I closed my eyes and drifted off for a moment. I thought I was dreaming when I felt someone at the foot of my bed. Then, the stranger went underneath the covers and slowly climbed up towards me. I panicked and tried to push them off but the unknown grabbed my weakness, my dick which was hard as steel. My boxers were pulled down and I felt a warm sensation teasing my throbbing head. Then, the sweet wetness covered my shift and started sucking me into ecstasy. I haven't had my dick sucked in months. It was so good, I wanted to cry. I was in pure heaven. My nut was rising in my dick and I was forcing my dick down whoever was down there, taking more and more dick each swallow. My nut had risen and I squirted my seeds into the stranger's throat. I was out of breath and wanted to see who gave me one of the best blow jobs I ever had. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a bullet through my chest. I was dying. Damn. As I looked into my killer's eyes, I thought about last year. That bastard was out to get revenge. I could feel the blood, the life leaving my body as I closed my eyes for the last time.
"I better find your love and
I better find your heart..."
I, LaShawn Bria Hampton, was going to kick this little girl's ass. My damn ankles felt like hamhocks, the baby was kicking me like a soccer match and I was farting so much, I stopped excusing myself. My scalp was itching so bad, I thought I damn near scratched my edges out like Noami Campbell. My titties were sweating something fierce and my back was killing me. I was ready for this baby to come. Ether the baby was going to come or I was going to pull it out myself. On top of that, MiShawn was cutting the damn fool, TyShawn is anti-social and Tyson hasn't even called me to check up on me since last month. I was just beginning to say fuck my life. We were at the youth center and it was the day before the first annual youth sleepover and the kids were acting like they were on crack. I had my 2 nieces, twin girls named Aaliyah Halle and Mariah Jada. Them damn girls. All they wanted was a rich man so they can have his babies and take all his money. I was wondering what in the hell was they getting that shit from. I bet that fast ass mama of theirs. LaQuanda was a fast ass, ghetto, shit talking hoodrat. Yes, she got the fuck on my nerves but she could do some hair. Oh, that ghetto bitch was bad. Weaves, sew ins, tracks, cornrows, braids, cuts, wigs, long, short, blonde, curly, straight. LaQuanda was the chick to go to in the family to get your wig done. I even let her do Mama Jenkins hair and she loved it. She shot at LaQuanda for charging her so much but thank god she missed. She was going to replace me at the shop when I was had this baby. Aaliyah and Mariah were chatting it up about hooking Drake or The-Dream. I had to cut in the conversation.
I raised my hand. "Girls, let me stop this right now. First, I doubt that Drake wants what you 2 have between your legs. Second, you are talking about The-Dream? You girls have low standards, huh?"
Aaliyah covered her mouth as Mariah rolled her eyes. "Auntie, money is money. Now, Drake is making plenty of that and if I have to convert him to this, I will."
"Girls, your 12. You should be thinking of finishing school and a career."
"We are. The-Dream is making records for everyone from Beyonce to Mariah Carey. That is a career to me. I can marry him, have some babies, divorce him and take all his money." Aaliyah said as she popped her gum.
"What? I know LaQuanda taught yall better than that." I shook my head.
"Your right, Auntie. Mama said drop out of school and find Drake. Well, I want Drake. Aaliyah wants The-Dream."
I sighed and dismissed the conversation with a wave of my hand. That damn LaQuanda. She was a super hot ass mess from hell. I was thinking about calling her and giving her a piece of my mind. Teaching her kids nothing but pure fuckery. The baby kicked me with a force so strong, I burped, farted and sneezed all at the same. Aaliyah and Mariah gave me evil looks.
'Auntie, you gotta tighten up. Them thangs slapping out are stinking up the room!"
It was my turn to roll my eyes. "You better get used to it, the both of you. You think Drake and The-Dream going be finding your love and rocking that thang while you are farting up the mansion?" I laughed and the girls gave in and laughed as well. Mama Jenkins came over to my table. "LaShawn, them farts is fucking up my blood pressure! You keep it up and you going to the emergency room early. Hear?" I nodded and held in my next sets of farts.
The baby was kicking again. I couldn't wait to have this baby. I wanted to kick Tyson's ass. Getting me pregnant and leaving me to raise another baby. Bastard. I let out another fart and sighed. I have been through alot over the past year and I needed a vacation. After Bobby's wedding, I found out I was pregnant after sleeping with Tyson. Yeah, I was drunk, it was the night before Bobby's wedding and she had a open bar and some fine ass strippers. I knew I was wild and the grey goose really had a bitch loose. I was so drunk, I remember cursing Tyson's ass out for one thing and next thing I know I was on my knees, deep throating his pipe. Aaliyah and Mariah interrupted my daydream and snapped me back into reality. I ignored them again and looked over at Wade. He had his hands full with that young thug, Courtney. He was already in a gang, had 5 tattoos, having sex, doing drugs and wanted to be a rapper. Wade was trying to talk to him but he kept throwing up gang signs and crip walking. That little boy was asking for trouble. Lord. I wanted to yell at him but my breast started sweating up something fierce. I was wiping sweat and passing more gas. I was glad when Pastor Lopez told us it was time to go. I got up and ran to the door, faster than everybody. I waved bye and took off. I left farts from the door to the parking lot. I was ready to go home and take a nice shower. I knew TyShawn was there with the babysitter and if I caught her having sex in my house again, I was going to whoop her ass and call her parents over to whoop THEIR asses. I wanted to get this evening over with. I was hot. Hungry. Horny. I got in my car, popped in some Erykah Badu and took the fastest way home. I drove as the baby kicked me over and over again. I was farting in my car so hard, I thought I was going to burn the seat covers. As I got to my apartment, my bladder was about to burst. I parked my car, ran up the stairs and unlocked the door. I said hello to my son and the babysitter, told her bye, told TyShawn to get dressed and made it to the toilet. It was sounding like Nigeria falls and my gas was stinking up the room. I called out to TyShawn to be ready in 10 minutes as I slipped in the shower. I felt my full breast and started pinching my nipples. I was horny and was turning myself on. I haven't had sex in months and I was in dire need of some dick. I was tired of watching Lexington Stelle and Mr. Marcus humping. I wanted to hump. I was so horny, I could hump a homeless man with no questions. I grabbed my showerhead and turned it on full blast and pressed it on my clit. I started cumming like a waterfall. The stream felt so good and the pressure was making the baby do some mortal-combat-lu-kang-flying-kicks! I came so good and hard, I was out of breath and my mouth was dry. I turned off the water, slipped into a robe and went into my room. TyShawn was already dressed in his new Rocawear outfit. I oiled down and put on a nice black dress. I slipped into some black heels, and throw on some big hoop earrings with plenty of bracelets and beaded necklaces. I threw my hair in messy ponytail and sprayed some perfume on. I looked at myself in the mirror and did a quick spin. Damn, I looked good. Pregnant or not, I could get some dick in this outfit. I posed in the mirror and laughed. I grabbed my keys and a bag and was ready for the night. I put TyShawn in the backseat, popped in my Jill Scott album and took the long way, on purpose. I didn't really want to even go but since it was a family thing, I had to be there or be shot. Mama Jenknis didn't play. I was relaxed, singing along to Jill and snapping my fingers. I finally got to the house, parking my car on the sidewalk. I grabbed TyShawn and told him to go inside and wait. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed LaQuanda's number. It rang about 5 times and then went to voicemail.
"Don't you hang up! Hello everyone, this is ya girl La-Quan-da and sorry I can not answer my phone. I am doing me and you haters can stop hating. If you will leave your name, number and a brief message, I will get back to you as soon as I can. If this is a job, please call back, I need to be working for my probation officer said so. If this is a bill collector, I REBUKE YOU IN THE NAME OF JESUS! AMEN! YES! OK, this lady about to cut me off so just leave ya girl a message and I will holla back. Shawdy. Peace up, A -town down!"
I decided to leave her a message. "LaQuanda, call me back when you get this girl. And pay your bills!"
I walked inside and looked into the living room. Bobby, Jerrica and Erin were chopping it up. Mama Jenkins, Willa Pearl and Lynn were drinking and talking shit, as usual. Will, Wes and Vegas were watching a game on TV. I looked around for Wade. I stepped in further and placed my hands on my hips.
"Where is Wade?" I asked.
Bobby looked me up and down and replied. "Upstairs. And hello to you too."
"Hello. I am going to find Wade."
"We have guest."
"I see them."
"Are you not going to speak?"
"Bobby, whenever I need another mother, I will call Kate Gosselin. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to check on Wade."
Mama Jenkins pulled out her and gun and stood up. "Girl, we have been waiting on yo ass, my food done got cold and you bring your ass in here like a pregnant supermodel, throwing shade. Now, Wade taught me that word and even though I am not sure what it means, I know it ain't no good."
"It means rude or offensive. Trifling."
"All the things you just walked in as. And I ain't asked for no dictionary. Now, you go upstairs before I start shooting and innocent people gwine end up hurt. When you come back down, check that attitude, Trina, and speak to our guests."
I walked off and made my way upstairs. I knocked on Wade's door and looked inside. Warren and Wade were staring at each other, tension high in the air. "I'm sorry. Am I interrupting anything?"
"No. I was just leaving." Warren slipped past me and went down stairs. I looked at Wade and he was crying. I rushed towards him and tried to console him. "It's a long story but I will promised to tell you later." Mama Jenkins called from downstairs. "If I have to drag my old ass up these stairs, I am dragging you both down. Bring yo asses on down here!"
I let Wade get himself together and we both went downstairs. Everyone was gathered around the table. Mama Jenkins prepared a feast. She cooked fried chicken, squash, corn on the cob, potato salad, dirty rice, cole slaw, hot dogs, hamburgers, ham, turkey, ribs, tacos, spaghetti, steak, pork chops, sweet potato pie, ice cream cake. The works. Mama Jenkins said grace and everybody dug in. I made Tyson a plate first, then mine. I finally got a good look at Willow, Winter and Whitney. They were like walking covers of Smooth magazine. Long black wavy hair, green eyes, bright pink lipstick, tongue rings, curvy bodies. They each kept fixing their hair and makeup. They looked like black barbie dolls. Fake. Ugh, I hate fake bitches. I knew I wasn't going to like them. I glanced at Mama Jenkins, who was also staring at them. She picked up a chicken leg and cleared her throat.
"What are you girls, some barbie dolls?"
Willow laughed out loud. "Barbie ain't got shit on these tits."
"Girl, them tiddays ain't real!"
"You ain't cute. Are you girls in school?"
"School of hard knocks. We working girls." Winter answered.
"I'm about scared to ask. What kind of work?"
Winter started. "Willow is a adult video actress."
"Winter is video model" Whitney responded.
And Willow followed. "Whitney is a adult dancer."
"You mean, One is a porn star, one is a video hoe and one is a stripper. Yup, you are William's seeds. No damn sense." Mama Jenkins dismissed the conversation.
Then, the doorbell rang. Bobby went to answer it and in walked Britney. She was obviously upset and annoyed. She then announced that her girlfriend broke up with her. She plopped down at the table and grabbed a beer. Mama Jenkins told her that God didn't make "Eve and Adamisha". Then, Willow, Winter and Whitney threw in their 2 cents.
Winter started. "Ain't nothing wrong with a little carpet munching."
"Girl, you want me to hook you up?" Whitney asked.
Willow followed. "We can go to the club where I work and get your box ate. That will make you feel better."
Mama Jenkins laughed. "You better not listen to them barbies. I'll go and shoot the girl after dinner."
Then, Wes stood up and clicked his fork on his glass. "I have a announcement to make." As soon as Wes said that, my cell phone rang. I looked at the number and it was General Watson. I excused myself from the table and answered it. He was calling to tell me that they just found Tyson's body. He had been dead for a while. My heart dropped as I lost control of my legs. My phone dropped and my limbs stopped working so I laid flat on the floor. I couldn't move. Everything was spinning and I was short on breath. My stomach was doing flips. Right then, my water broke. All I felt was pain. I knew why. I was going into labor.
"I’m more than just a number
Hey, Hey, Hey..."
I hated going home to my wife. That bitch. She just made my life a living hell ever since she found out about Jerrica. Ahhhh, Jerrica. I missed her so much. She was ignoring my text messages. And my phone calls. Ugh, she was with that low life Wes. She deserved better. And I hated that bitch wife of mines. Why in the hell did I get married? I wasn't really to go home yet so I was going to a bath house. I parked my car and showed the doorman my membership card. I stripped naked and walk right into a tall, light skinned guy. He had a sick ass body and a mask on. I don't know why but the mask turned me the fuck on. I kissed him, our tongues dancing a dance of sexual thrill. I ran my hand over his nipples, his pecs, his abs. Then, all of sudden I felt a sharp pain to my chest. I looked down and felt blood. Then, the masked stranger pointed the gun in my face and pulled the trigger.
"And I better find your lovin
I better find your heart..."
LaShawn had a girl. Ariel Bria Hampton. She was beautiful. Unfortunately, she was born with HIV. The hospital was a mess that night. LaShawn was upset about Tyson even though she hated his guts. Something tells me she really loved Tyson, despite everything. Mama Jenkins shot at the nurse for telling her she couldn't be in the waiting room. The 3 barbies dolls, Willow, Whitney & Winter kept fixing their make up and hair every five minutes. Britney was still upset and still crying like a baby. Will was in shock about Bobby being pregnant and Bobby was excited about being pregnant. Wes and Jerrica were in their own world. Warren was extremely quiet and so was Wade. I was watching everybody in the waiting room and the tension in the room was creeping up slowly. I didn't know what was going on but Wade was awfully quiet at dinner tonight. And he was quiet now. Something was up and I was going to find out.
"I bet if I give all my love,
Then nothings gonna tear us apart..."
I was shitting bricks. OK, before Vegas got home, Warren told me he needed to talk to me, in private. I told him to come upstairs and he basically said he's still in love with me. He has been thinking about me non stop. I told him we were brothers and he responded that it won't stop anything. I told him he was crazy. I love Vegas and would never cheat or leave him. Even if he has been focused on school and work lately. Even if he has been spending alot of time with his friends. OK, so maybe Vegas hasn't been giving me the attention I needed but I told Warren no. But I can't lie, I gave it some thought. Alot of thought. Yes, the love between me and Vegas was still there but I don't know, I miss the attention. The sex was amazing. But I missed the little things. The dates. The making out. The spending time together, doing nothing. After I told Warren no, he said that if I don't leave Vegas for him, he was going to tell Vegas everything. Shit.
i’m a gentleman, you said.
a hopeful romantic, i thought.
a loose eyelash, a fleshy daydream,
a constant reminder to pray.
here’s what went unimagined:
we exchange stories and swap the endings,
hardly noticing how neatly my shoulder tucks under your arm,
or how your hand recites the poetry in my back,
skipping the lines that are about someone else.
we forget just to practice remembering.
you told me about my details,
about how entering my flesh is like stepping into the same river twice
about what i feel like midday in july,
you told me which of my smiles is the aftermath of a laugh,
the wreckage is sideways and puts a wrinkle in my nose.
we learn each other like we’re something to pass and take again
a great class, a flying color, a love note, the salt from across a table.
i gotta park in my skull for you to walk through,
a thought in my palm for you to hold—hold that thought,
i promise to be right back.
i promise that things won’t be like they’ve been.
let me show you how much you can carry on that back,
how well you can see in the dark,
what is possible to hear and know and write in a journal.
but the universe is a prankster and timing is everything.
let me tell you what actually happened:
our lips didn’t even touch.
you smiled and i blushed.
you told me the color was crimson
but i didn’t believe you.
you shook my hand and said you were a gentleman.
you told me your name, but i only remembered hers.
the universe has a cruel sense of humor.
it skips to the punch line, shows us the world has fists.
it gambles with a life spread across both sides of a coin.
i longed for him knowing not even the thought of him was mine.
i laughed so hard i cried,
forgetting to pray but remembering to remember.
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
I love the beat and just the overall vibe from this song. It's very positive and you just get uplifted listening to it. I know it was written for the ladies, but fellas could get something out of this too. The beat is just very positive, I don't know, it's hard to explain. I've been waiting for new Steph Jones music for a while now, and I just found out that he has an EP coming out soon entitled "Imperfect Me." I can't wait. I hope we get to hear the final version of his song "Champion." I remember him working on that song on uStream a couple of months ago and let's just say, that's a No. 1 hit! I love that song. That song is even more positive and uplifting than this one.Steph isn't signed to a major label, but by choice. But he says the time is coming very soon. Gotta get that perfect deal, I respect that.
Ok so... I first came up with the idea on UStream. The online reaction was priceless. Then performed a snippet of it LIVE at SOB's! CLASSIC! I thought about the many songs I'd written, pouring my heart out, getting all emotional and what not. Then thought to myself, what if I snapped out??? What if I didn't feel as emotionally attached to the heartache as I was to the bruised ego??? When relationships turn sour, you want to be the bigger person and wish them well, let them continue on in life without you successfully.
You also have that split second (sometimes longer depending on who you are) thought of wanting that person to be as miserable as your ego is without them. All insecurities surface to the forefront and YOU SNAP OUT!!! The lyrical content in the song, as comedic as one would find it, ring true for many situautions I've been involved in directly or indirectly.
"I hope she cheats on you with a basketball player" ... meaning he is asthetically more appealing than you ever were. In most cases, he has more money. If she cheated on you with Joe Shmoe from up the way, you might could whoop his a$$ and get over it. I want it to be public knowledge that your broad is smashin' some eligible starting 5 dude! :)
"Hope that she Kim Kardashian'd her way up" ... meaning (other than me loving the rhyming pattern of her name) it fit the theme. I hope his new chick has a sex tape with some R&B dude everyone knows about. Now, don't get it twisted, this is no direct shot at Kim. It seriously was about her name and the theme matching. If someone else comes up with a better line, do the remix please :)
I could go line for line about the song. The bottom line is this...
I DO NOT WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY WITHOUT ME! lol
Whoever the next person is in your life will have a past. But don't we all?!? Bunch of iChat snapshots, some convos, sexting, pic of my titties I may have sent him that one time. There are a whole list of things that make nobody any better than anyone else.
"Look at how it all turned out now!" ... I'm enjoying life here in the USA (Philly mostly) I have great fam and friends that keep it one hun-ed with me always! I don't take that for granted.
I will always pour out my heart. It is freeing to be free. My consideration for outside opinion never plays a part in my creativity. I'll keep creating :)
Missy's new artist, Sharaya, will release the futuristic Missy Elliott-produced, "What Is Love?" as another single from her upcoming untitled debut; no word has been confirmed on the whereabouts of her other single, "Green Light".
And remember that solo debut project TLC member, Chilli, worked on which was to be titled, "Bi-Polar", and feature musical and executive production by Missy; well it appears the project is rumored to be shelved after Chilli stopped working on the project and began to work on her VH1 reality show, "What Chilli Wants" (it's been confirmed by her and VH1 that a second season is in the works). Okay who didnt see that coming.
Missy has just done some additional studio sessions with Timbaland for her "Block Party" album this past month, so hopefully the album will be released soon...
While some shapes didn't necessarily push the envelope (puff sleeved dresses especially rich embellishments stole the show and resulted in pieces like the one above - feminine, mature, new, striking & clever all in one.