“Bubba. If you hadn’t fallen off that roof in ‘57, you would have loved the ’60s. Bubba you would have loved Malcolm. You would have plucked the light from his eyes and finally seen the world in focus. Bubba. Your footsteps sing around my waist each day. I will not let the country settle into sleep of the innocent.”
-The ever so amazing Sonia Sanchez from her book Homegirls & Handgrenades
Saturday night, strobe lights
A Vegas fight exchange of sweat and stroked egos
Vibrations, bass and treble
Trembling the hardest of men with the sensation of her sway
A freak of nature
Mother nature
The way she aligns pastures with constellations
Like neon reflections on the dance-floor
Moving to wind instruments, whispers
I wither, mesmerized by one particular strand
Swaying as if I saw Shiva praying amongst every other deity
Her hips tell deceptive truths no woman ever uttered to me
Rocking side to side of rhythms unknown
Suddenly—I feel too square to dance
The trance of her twirling torso
Transforming into a quartet of trumpets
Blasting sinful beauty into my eyes
This scene of sinuous curves frame by frame
And mum is not around to tell me to close my eyes
For what is temptation to a boy
On the cusp of adulthood?
When I cusp the waist of the dancer
Sending cancer through my wrists
My fingertips need therapy, rehabilitation
From the impalpable bottle of whiskey in my hand
Curvaceous as the dancer
Elegance is erotic tonight
As she eloquently speaks in my ear
But I can’t hear
I just see her hips, steering vessels into blissful voyages
She’s the carousel taking my remaining innocence
A mere dancer, a Juilliard reject
Erecting me into perverted glee
High velocity of my heartbeat
Not even a wet dream, just a vision…
Awake to pay the gypsy for her services
And go on home…
Feel like dropping a new HumUni joint tonight. A lil’ somethin’ somethin’, fresh for the new year. Anyone agrees?! Comment here to reply yes!!
I want to thank the 6th grade class of The Waterside School for Leadership for their time and being wonderful youth today, asking good questions and asking for autographs, adorable. Performing for them was a very humbling experience, makes me hopeful. I just wanna fix some of these Brooklyn children…
“And there’s much bigger issues than the world I know, but first I gotta take care of the world I know.”
More Sputnik performance pics. Thanks so much to Deanne Stewart, we love you Ms. Fierce!
Pretty well actually. Despite the small physical space of the particular studio we record in, I love the mental space it leaves for creativity. I pay a lot of attention to happenings in the industry, the artists I follow, company events, who runs who, who own who, etc. It’s good to be abreast of the field you’re getting into. However, when it comes down to the actual craft, all those external aspects and even the interviews I read/watch daily all vanish as soon as that red button activates. It’s sort of a “be of the world not in it” kind of thing, which I am beginning to understand more day by day.
Another plus of today’s session was an outlook of us, that came from outside Mega and I to some extent. Our producer, Aztek (also my dad) gave detail of what he saw our dynamic and chemistry as a group. The specific ways in which we compliment each other’s lyrical styles, vocal abilities, etc. We’re all together! What remains, as he states is “the look of us.” Idk, I won’t really speak on that now as I want to ponder on that more, but hey, we are going to be a problem!
I’m very excited about this year as far as HumUni is concerned. Our pot is beginning to bubble. I mean, in less than a week we’ve already had two studio sessions. Not only is quality work being created but we’re also knocking out songs in twos. Next session (next Wednesday) we intend to knock out three or four.
Some new video footage (and footage last summer that should’ve been uploaded) is coming very soon. Stay tuned.
Peace and have Pleasant tomorrow.
-Ish
Spoken word by Soulful Jones. Soulful goes in!!
2010, We’ll be embedded in your ears and iris’.
Sister, my dear sister
I don’t remember much about being eleven
Except, I played Playstation…a lot
And life was simpler than Arial font
No Times New Roman or double space required
I simply wrote imagination, no essays
Hope you do the same with that journal I gave you
I’m sure your mind is as beautiful as the lady you’re becoming
Happy birthday
Daddy, my dear dad
I don’t remember much about having time on my hands these last few weeks
Not handling her well, but you always seem to know how
You’re like Ulysses in Reconstruction
The syntax to my life’s lines
Structure the paragraphs on my thesis of…doing great things
I appreciate how–you bring everything back full circle
Like your bald head, that I miss seeing
It feels good to be home
Feels good to have you home…
Kinda long, but I’m still sure you will enjoy. Leave comments and feedback! Thanks for watching.
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