Wednesday, April 28, 2010

LOVE || so hard to find one.

My peer group is moving into the marrying/settling down age, and while some of my friends are getting serious or getting married, there are still a good number of us who seem and feel far from it. I read article and article on how it's really hard to be a Black woman and find a successful Black man who is not intimidated by all that she has accomplished. Then I found this: "I'm Black, Single, and Insulted." I really enjoyed her take on the statistics about Black women not marrying -- and the idea that women who put their success first, know that they are focusing on their careers at that time.

On the other side, there was also this which was linked on Twitter" The post is a very candid look at reasons why it seems hard for a woman to find a match in a mate. "Women Don't Intimidate Good Black Men."

I really think it's a blend and there are a myriad of reasons why we're not marrying at faster rates. What do you think about it?

Sunday, April 25, 2010

IRL || so far.

Ok, so this is a personal rant and really not like any of the content here on . . . and i drink cups of tea. I know, there's not really one big connective theme here, but that's beside the point. The point is I am personally. . . annoyed by a lot lately.

I'm not sure if it's because I am really bad at keeping in touch with people, which stems from my shyness and my fear of being a really annoying/needy friend, or if I'm just growing away or apart from people, but I feel super distant from people I love a lot. Social networking, chat, or all the things that are supposed to be making the world closer whatever isn't making that distance closer. I'm just far.

I've been taking this as a sign to make new friends and/or focus on myself, but I like the people I feel distanced from so I'm not a fan of this phase. I also don't want to bother folk who may not want to deal with me for a while. So I don't really know.

How do you all deal with this feeling, if you ever have it?

Saturday, April 24, 2010

IRL || hi y'all!

Just wanted to say that I'm officially done with my second year of grad school. This past semester was tough. Winter semesters are not my favorite. On a good note, I'm free. And will have more time to blog here and there.

Also, if any one knows of a job I should apply for for the summer, please let me know? Ok? Thanks.

"Peace and much love to ya!"

Friday, April 16, 2010

MUSIC || still beamin': musings on lupe fiasco and my relationship with hip hop.

(long post warning)

"Hip hop just saved my life" When I sang that line along with hundreds of Lupe Fiasco fans on Wednesday night, I felt like I was lying. I'm pretty sure there were a number of people in attendance who had their lives saved by hip hop in some way. Hip hop has been an integral part of their beings for almost as long as they can remember. Hip hop has gotten some of them through the rough times in life. For me, not so much. Really, if my sixteen year-old self witnessed me at a rap concert, she'd be very surprised. If she knew I attended two rap concerts in the course of a year, she'd probably faint. If she knew I enjoyed the entire thing. Both times. She'd probably never would have gotten up.

Chapter I.
I don't remember the first time I met Lupe Fiasco the way I remember meeting Mos. I think it was the "Kick, Push" video. But, I'm not sure about that either. I just know somehow I ended up buying the album and I couldn't stop listening to it. There were stories and complicated lyrics and uniquely arranged patterns and topics that ranged from love to death to religion and I ate it up. He does this thing I call mirroring, where he'll repeat the same verse with a slight variation and a entirely new meaning can come of it. Every time I listened to it, I learned something new about a song, the artist, art, myself. I agreed with him, I was challenged by him. I fell in love with this art, with lyrics, with beats, with stories, with a man's mind and what comes out of his mouth.

Chapter II.

I stood in line so nervous. We got tickets the day they were available to buy, so them running out of tickets was not the problem. I was just nervous. Looking back, I was probably wondering if I appreciated this music enough to be surrounded by die-hard fans who could recite every lyric (I can't memorize rap lyrics for the life of me). After I left the concert and thought, I realized that that was a really dumb thing to think. Every person appreciates music, art, whatever in a different way. I used to be the type of person like, well hey, if y'all weren't up on (ABC artists) before their first hit single, you're not a real fan or whatever. Not like that anymore. Lots of things have kicked me off of my music snob pedestal and I'm glad I'm off of it now.

Chapter III.
Energy everywhere. That's basically the only way I can describe my concert experience. We started with B.o.B., who is basically a ball of energy jumping around a stage. His music is cool, too. Then Lupe took the stage and I could feel the energy wave through the crowd. Every song, of course, was my favorite song. I remembered why I loved songs and what they made me feel when I first heard them.
I'm a lyrics girl. You can win me over with lyrics. The energy is in the words. In the stories. The beats, music, whatever push it along, but it's all about the stories. Lupe's got lyrics. He's got stories. He's got heart. You can see his passion for what he's talking about. You can see his passion for music. You can see his passion about people around him. You can see all this by just watching him on stage.


So, no, hip hop didn't save my life. But it definitely changed it. It got me expanding my limits of what constitutes art, music, expression. It got me out of music snobbery. It heightened my love of language and what can be done with it. Rap, hip hop, hasn't always been an integrel part of my life. But if it was only for people who came out of the womb bobbing their heads, it would not be alive today. It crosses lines, changes minds, and opens eyes. I'm glad it crossed my way. No, Lupe is not the only reason I was touched, but he's played a huge part in my appreciation of art of all kinds. Yeah.

I really hope I get to see Lupe Fiasco in concert again.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

ART & MUSIC || naked, cool, and free.

I don't have much to write about. Life is busy. The semester is wrapping up and the show I'm in opens tonight. So life is busy. But I want to leave you all with this piece about Erykah Badu's new video for "Window Seat." Children are brilliant:

A five year old reviews Erykah Badu's "Window Seat" video.