20 September 2009

Dissection: Kanye vs. MTV

Kanye does dickish things. Kanye is a poor sportsman, better said musicman. He does whine about not winning awards, which he thinks he deserves. He does rebuttal journalists, who express their unsatisfactory thoughts about his musical works. I will never ever support his classless actions or condone such actions, especially from a fellow African-American. He should know that is exactly how “they” expect us to act. It adds fuel to the “That’s Why We Don’t Give N!&&@$ anything” debate. The last thing minority groups need to do is supply ethnicists** with fuel to denounce all their social progress in this country. Sure, Kanye was drunk at MTV VMAs, but that is no excuse for a statesman of the African-American community to be uncivil. I will never condone his actions of leaping onstage and spouting his opinion during an individual’s celebratory acceptance speech. I do not say it was okay under any pretense. I acknowledge award shows are the opinions of faceless judging committees. Holding no one accountable for voting or admitting they correctly or incorrectly voted, Kanye should not take any award show’s nominations and awarding as concrete law based on accuracy, fairness, or unbiased truth.

Kanye’s overreactions to opinions and inability to recognize awards shows, MTV’s award shows in particular, as meaningless television time filler and mindless entertainment makes him appear as an overzealous primadonna. However, his actions in theory are admirable. Why shouldn’t we demand that awards go to the most deserving artists, instead of allowing behemoth companies to play political charades dictating the voting results? Did you listen to his drunken rant? He understands artistic genius. He viewed Mrs. Knowles-Carter's work as pure genius. He seriously believes acknowledgment of an artist’s work should always be thoroughly examined and profoundly judged. Kanye is seriously mad about art and the thoughts and work that goes into its' creation. He is trapped in a world, where good art always trumps the power of money. Is that such a bad thing? In a music culture dominated with Beatles faux-fanaticism and Michael Jackson bandwagon grieving, Kanye’s M.O. has become to acknowledge the greatness in our contemporary artists. Isn’t that a worthy cause?


Caption: Beyoncé actually did make one of the greatest music videos of ALL TIME. She was completely successful at making a video that draws the viewer in and make them want to watch and listen. I don’t even like contemporary R&B or Pop R&B, but I was drawn into that video singing the lyrics in my head.
Now, the method Kanye used made Taylor a casualty in his ongoing war against MTV. Kanye is like an artistic David and MTV is part of the corporate Goliath. Kanye believes MTV cheats artists out of what they deserve for the love of gain (money and favors). He is correct in his assessment of MTV, but don’t just stop there. All award shows rely on sponsor dollars, so they all use favors to pay their “sponsorship debt.” No award show is holistically unbiased in awarding a nominated artist. I digress, back to Kanye. Not thumbing up Kanye’s idiotic actions and disagreeing with his hilarious, tasteless interruption of an acceptance speech, I do appreciate Kanye’s idealism for correctly acknowledging great art and perpetuating great art into the forefront of our larger culture context. What is there not to like about the man’s heart that wants everything to be accurately understood and appropriately appreicated?

With the incident being totally overblown and the backlash overhyped, Taylor wins a new single with a great producer, Kanye can cut an album about being hated and his road to redemption (always platinum seller), Beyoncé being the selfless good girl (always a good celebrity move, especially after unleashing your sex-kitten) wins back favor from conservative parents, who believe she is oversexed, and MTV’s award shows ratings skyrocketed in an era where award shows are dying. It seems the only true casualties in this incident are Real News, who wants to deliver us from global ignorance, and Americans for not engaging into more important social discourse and commentary outside our celebrities.

We need to wake-up. As long as Kanye continues to make good music, I will continue to buy his work. Him hopping on-stage spewing his idealistic opinions about genius art is not damaging enough for me to stop buying his albums. I personally believed Taylor earned the award, and Kanye should understand her struggle to stardom. He also needs to reexamine what makes a good female pop video- purity, naively flirtatious, innocent, friendly, and feminine. Beyoncé’s video was feminine, but I don’t want my five-year-old niece to view it.

Lastly, if we allow our morals to dictate our product purchases, we would all own as much as Jesus did when he died.

**Racism was a term used by Europeans when viewing other ethnicities as subhuman or chattel. Racism is a term that perpetuates itself on the basis of people’s ignorance far beyond its’ actual definition. After the Civil Rights Movement, African-Americans and other minority groups ostracized by the European control structure earned a seat at the human race table. "Human" is a race. Americans continue to use the archaic term when in fact racism no longer exists. All people are, for better or worse, considered to be a part of the human race. African-American is a label used to identify your ethnicity and nationality. The same is said for Asian-American, which usually breaks down into Chinese-American, Japanese-American, etc. African-Americans unfortunately suffered the complete wiping of their ties to Africa during the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade and African-American Holocaust, which is best defined as the great destruction of African civilization from an extensive loss of life. Ethnicism is the correct term when someone’s ethnicity is ostracized and utilized as a flag to hinder their self-determination.

16 August 2009

Remain Amazing

Life is guaranteed to be filled with two things– bullshit and your shit. Overcoming them leads to insurmountable levels of happiness and joy. Even while living the good life, I am in constant warfare against the onslaught bullshit and my shit. My graceful navigation through them looks effortlessly simple. The simplicity is only in the high amounts of discipline I evoke in every action to overcome the obstacles in between me and success. The effortlessness is in pouring passion into every action and every thought. You must have an undying passion for life, I have enough to quench the thirst of all the world's ills. However, without endless amounts of time to sort out the world's problems, I manage to have time to conjure solutions for my own and few loved ones' problems. I sometimes feel like Earl (My Name is Earl) when assisting those that don't carry the same amount of discipline or passion in their lives.

I wish people could look at how wonderful life is... For one moment, look through the bullshit that plagues their forgettable existence. If they can look through all the wasteful moments, maybe they could see a world, where creating everlasting memories is easier than breathing. The breath of life is in the most passionate things we do. My closest cousin asked me if I've ever been awed by something that I can't do? I responded, "I'm awed by death." Death will not be something that I'll experience like everyone else. No, I won't be crafting a bucketlist. That list would be endless. No, I won't be going through a late life crisis and curl myself up into a ball and die in a corner. I'm going to die always doing what I love to do and consistently try to leave my impression on the world.

Since my memory is faulty and limited, I will live in the memories as others. Let the folklore begin. Let the myths and legends crafted by others about my existence live forever. Let them grow into ginormous stories about a young man that tried to outlive the bullshit and his own shit. The man with less of a reputation than action. I hope the story of Charles Babb remains amazing.

26 July 2009

Invigoration

It feels good to wake-up to your dreams, to see a reality created from your ambitions. I am a proud survivor of the Universe's strategically placed obstacles to detour me on my path. I am surviving the learning, the lessons, the teachers, and the other students competing for control of my visions. As I stare into the eve of greatness, I try to calculate the length of this journey. I wonder if my present course the best one that I can chart. In reflection of my experiences, I have greatly evolved from the young and dumb Kentucky country boy of my wonder years. I'm happy with the course that I have charted thus far, yet uncertain about if it is the best course. Even though, I don't walk alone on my path, I somehow feel alone. I'm lucky and privileged to have a social network constructed from wondrous adventures into the unknown. It is a beautiful thing to have people willing to trek with me in this labyrinth of self-determination. Together, we celebrate growth without tearing the universal threads that bind us together. We celebrate being lost while finding ourselves. In memorial of the pieces of myself lost in the adventure, I enthusiastically celebrate the newness of who I wish to become. I celebrate that I do not have to walk through the valley of death alone or walk through it in fear of any evil or good. At times, good things happening can be more detrimental to an individual's elevation than evil things. I'm thankful for the lovely people that keep me level in an uneven world. They make life quite invigorating...

12 July 2009

Weaving Now

While staring at various lifelines woven together by the Universal loom of music last night during the Getty event, I began wondering how I could crochet my life into a masterpiece worthy to place on walls. I began looking into my life's colorful palette for turbulence, drama, romance, suspense, and opportunity, wondering would it be enough to fill the void pages of a book. As I recollected my collaged memories of yesteryear, my eureka moment struck me like a drunk driver. My past is an interesting one, but my present is my past's birthplace. I also realized that people intrigued and interested in my past would be willing to scan their eyes across my current events. I have decided to open a door to my present and not give my readers a vision of my past, especially if that past has been weathered with sensationalism and excitement over the years. We all know stories become more extravagant as they age in the minds of storytellers. Storytellers also must be interested in the stories woven to the listener. I hope that my current thread of life is enough to keep your interest and keep my own.

The colors are vivid, and the patterns will be elegant.

28 June 2009

What said about...

ego. On the eve of her born day, What Said buried many grains of wisdom in my hollow mental chasm hoping fruit would sprout from her seeds. The banter went for hours as she volleyed with each of my rebuttals about the influence of ego. As she continually served large portions of soul food, I began digesting her knowledge about shedding the the desires of self in order to gain a true sense of self. Her critique about my desire to constantly make impressions on the world is my ego. Furthermore, my unyielding desire to define myself is driven by my ego bound by influences of others. I do agree with portions of her analysis. However, I do not credit my ego for my uninhibited ambition to leave an impression on the world. Personally, I don't care be iconic with my contribution. I don't have to be associated with my contribution in any form or fashion. Honestly, my ego won't allow me to be proud of my contribution because I'm better than prideful masturbation. I just don't want to be one of the 5.99 billion people that doesn't make a difference and doesn't really count unless it is for a census. Less than 1% of the world's population contribute to the collective of life. I want to contribute to that collective. I don't have to become renowned for my creative work, I just want to creatively contribute. I know my work is bigger than me. It is Universal Forces working on the world. For example, Charles Drew's discovery saves billions of people each year, yet people do not know of him (DISCOVER CHARLES DREW). What said is correct, my ego does play an important role in my journey to discovery. My ego won't allow me to care about the criticisms and praise that could be bestowed upon me by my fellow humans or my pride. I don't do things for the sake of recognition from others. I actually believe I'm better than them, so their recognition is expected and means absolutely nothing to me. I do it because I want to do it. In a world filled with constraints and confinement, the ability to do good while being creative without injuring life is the closest that I will ever get to freedom. Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate a world that constrains the savages with rules, orders, laws, etc. I'm quite pleased to live in a world with repercussions for negativity. For those that live righteously, I want freedom to explore the wonders of the world. Unfortunately, the laws that are used to control the savages are used to control the righteous. We, as Americans, have to develop strong egos to survive the poundings from savage laws and silence opinions that may derail us from achieving our greater selves and freedom. My entire life, I've been the outcast that always fitted in. As an outcast, I've practiced many years of ego strengthening and the ability to ignore to value what people think. These factors are the catalyst that freed my creative mind. Now, I'm at a point that I want to express this creativity in a manner that contributes to the living collective.

What Said believes that my ego is seeking attention, thus making it seem that I'm putting on aires. In my mind, my putting on aires has more to do with my expression of freedom, hard work, creativity, and desire than making superficial and feeble attempts to get my ego stroked by the masses. Again, my ego doesn't allow me to value what people think of my personal being. I don't care if people love or hate me. However, I do want people to admire and appreciate my work, even if they don't know it is my work like Charles Drew. Paul Robeson is the prototype of what I strive to become. He is the personification of meaningful creative freedom. A man that did as he loved for the betterment of who he loved. It was not his ego that made him want to do everything, to be a part of the 1% that contributes to the world. It was his hunger for excellence, and his thirst to be creative in a world that is proud to be mundane. So, yes, my ego does play a part in who I am while protecting me from others and myself. It is the disciplinarian that waves a finger at me while drilling me, "You aren't doing this for the praise. You are doing this to be free. Besides, those people don't matter; they don't really care about you; the only thing that matters is your work and contribution to the soul collective." If I lose my ego, then I may give into the pressure of becoming another droid in a mundane world and lose while losing the little bit of freedom that I have in my possession. Once I completely earn my freedom and the human collective understands true freedom isn't forcing artificial conformity on people, then I will proudly shed my ego and become one with the collective. Until then, my ego is a protection measure for me to repel those that rather kill the loves of my life in order to conform to a bromidic status quo.

06 June 2009

Home Coming

Clicking through the images in my mental view-master, I felt the warming sensation of family love. I'm a wanderer that usually doesn't tread the same path twice, so going home for good isn't an option. I always think of progress, always think of change. So, my mother's dream of a prodigal son return will forever remain a dream. I love the people in Kentucky, I love the scenery; however, the neo-conservative and silently confederate ideologies lower repel me from those that I cherish with all my heart. I have a fortunate obligation from the gods to capitalize on the diversely adventurous hand that they dealt me. If I retreat to the insulated confines of Kentucky conservatism, I would be throwing in my hand of privileged and forfeiting my opportunity to ruse death in earning immortality through my legend. I don't think of life as experiences. I think of life as legend building. For example, many people believe in Jesus, but that belief is solidified when they see his footprints left in Jerusalem on his walk through the city. It is also felt by African muslims that walk the path of Mansa Musa to Mecca. I want to be Mansa Musa and tread the path for others looking for salvation and peace.

I'm at peace with never living in the same place that nurtured my understanding and enlightened my soul. I'm at peace with not living in proximity with my most cherished loved ones. The collective aura of Kentucky keeps me from wanting to live there, but my obligation to succeed definitely keeps me away. I'm at home with my preoccupation to be successful and remain interesting. I'm at home with righteous people, cultured people, and people on successes' path. I wake up to my homecoming. What do you wake up to?

03 June 2009

Born Day

It feels good to be one year away from the Jesus year. I enjoyed the company of family and friends as sauntered through my born day. On a cold and crisp night in September or October of 1977, my parents conceived a life that eventually grew into a man. A man with dreams of grandeur. I'm tired of dreaming. My goal for this year is to live my dreams and eliminate sleep forever. So, I was born awake and die that way.

Disappearing Act

I've been away from the digital Universe of words. I cannot point to any particular explanation that led me to give up the typed word. However, I can explain why I'm back to writing. This passed weekend I spoke what a heavenly being. Yes, I said it. I spoke with a heavenly being. Not to sound righteous or spiritually disturbed, I had a talk with someone with very godlike qualities. This person's aura sliced through the air of darkness like a laser beam racing across the ceiling of a planetarium. As our word stumbles evolved into graceful striding banters, I realized that this magnificent creature was like no one that I've encountered. As my advocate, the heavenly creature poked and prodded at my thoughts, pressed me to push my own correlations between life's experiences and the memories, which I deeply hold. See, we don't realize is that what we experience is always slightly different than our memorized recollection of the experience. The angel had me dig deep into my mental cavity to pull out hidden jewels. I was digging deeper than a DJ that uncovered a vault of music at J Dilla's house. As the devil's advocate, my rebuttals and debate skills become stronger with every blow. I was forced to sharpen my wit and unsheathe my cleverness. It was definitely a conversation between an artist and a muse. With that said, I'm back on my writing adventure like Baron Münchhausen.

This heavenly being, my muse, had me ask "What" of everything that I said. It was pure inspiration for me to craft words together into a collage for her ears. Now, I want to paint surreal abstracts for the metaverse birthed from words and grammatical glue. I'm not just a verbal artist or artisan; I'm a designer. I design high fashion life. I cut and sew my own life line into different parts of the world. I sow a garden of ideas and reap them into a bouquet of lessons. I am the free I am. When I was younger, I wanted to be the greatest man alive. But, being great, doesn't mean you are interesting and noteworthy. It only means your societal contributions were admired and remembered. Now, I want to be the most interesting man alive. I want to be my contribution to society. I am living to make sure my obituary is a booklet on how to live life versus a piece of paper outlining a horribly boring existence. I'm a human that is thirsty for the good life. This muse made me realize that the good life awaits us all. It is us that needs to make the journey to it. With that said, I would like to thank this muse for waking me up to the wondrous world of words. I thank you for forcing me to become more eloquent in my expressions and communicating my ideas. Ideally, I wish that you would be my coach, my partner, and my savior when I dive into writer's hell.

The false precepts that blocked my writing, you crushed for me. I thank you for awaking the beast in the face of your beauty. Again, thank you for the conversation. It meant more to me than to you.

Cheers,

21 May 2009

Night at the Mansion (The Teaser)

Just a taste of the Playboy Mansion.









10 March 2009

ROYKSOPP'S NEW SINGLE "HAPPY UP THERE"

Cool video gamesque music vidoe. I like the effects.


Happy Up Here from Röyksopp on Vimeo.