"You're like text book characters getting 'x'ed out the rough draft" - De La Soul:
kill all the drama, we all came from a mama: Happy Mother's Day to my mom and all the mom's that happen up on this piece. Like Melly. By the way, Melly Mel, I would gloat that the Lake Show laid the smash down on your MVP-havin' Spurs on Friday but we play in about 3 hours and I don't need to fuck up purple and gold Karma. Ma? Love Ya. Today as much for being my friend as for giving me life. Even if we weren't related I'd choose ya. You probably wouldn't choose me though right? I mean compared to your rock star ass, I'm C level and you're strictly A list.
Damn.
I hate her.
old ass motherfuckers: I'm sore. At 27, the legs just don't have the juice anymore. I was trying to represent to the fullest, you know, full bore dancing at Soul Revival Heaven in the basement of Micelli's pizzeria on Las Palmas and Hollywood at midnight. The house music was blaring. Beautiful people rocking t-shirts with expensive jeans and caps. The Lechtastic swaying back and forth. Anna baby with the eyes closed moving to the rhythm trying to fight the haze of the night's imbibement. Ben being a lil bit soul train a lil bit quirky doing the 'pose and watch' dance in the corner. And I'm doin' it doin' it. Straight shuffle ball change for that ass. But there were cramps and muscles not reacting like I want them to and the sweat in the eyes and the heavy breathing and the near death experiences because of exhaustion. Wow. We're some old ass motherfuckers.
Anna's birthday bonanza last night. The gang was all there. We did dinner at La Frite. I forgot how good the food is there. I might hate the French but I love the French Food. Fo'rilla. There was drama, of course. Sun and Lauren are not speaking. Felicia is Dr. Flakenstein. Lauren ends up at BB Kings anyway even though she wasn't on the invite list. Anna and I hold hands so that I don't have to adorn the knight's armor but it was moot as Sun was enough kryptonite to keep the L Boogie away this evening. Crown Royal shots cuz you know how we do. All warm up in the face. The Twilites set was too short. The Kingston 10 rock rock rocked it. The couples bailed early cuz, you know, couplepeoples have responsibilities and shit. We old ass single folks can pretend like we're still young and try to rock it to the wee hours. Even if that wee hour is only 1am but feels like 4am. Oh well. It was good times, good times. I think Anna had a good birthday and that's really all that matters.
Ben is a new cat in the party posse. Nice guy. A little uncomfortable with silence (at the end of the night, I'm kind of about doing the chillout with smooth tracks or old school r&b, singing in the car and bringing back sweet memories so I can get a good night's rest. Ben was about talking about all sorts of shit. Shhhhh. Quiet. Be one with the night, motherfucker. Let's not let it be about you for maybe 10 minutes okay. At least for this one song, huh? How about the chorus? Can't you see that old New Edition track is just right for this moment. Why can't we all just try to hit this high note with Usher because, hey, "you don't have to call...its okay girl") but yeah, nice guy.
Happy Birthday Anna baby.
the perils of p'lette: Friday night. Venice Beach. Main Street. O'Brien's Irish Pub. P'lette's date of birth digital getdown. Now, let me just preface this by saying that I was probably not in the right frame of mind because I had just come from my sister's piano recital. She did Nocturne and just killed it. Three kids played cello and I'm all about the strings. The last girl just blew me away not only with how well she manipulated the instrument but with her style. 15 and adorned in the cute european style shoes and the glittery black blouse with the fuzzy collar. And still looking appropriately 15. She had presence and everything. And just destroyed some Beethoven like it was twinkle twinkle little star. Damn. Oh and this other young lady sang Claire de Lune and Nell. Had this negro all emotional with tears and shit feeling the emotion in the song. I'm not just married to music, its made me its bitch. And I'm submissive and happy as I could be.
But back to Venice. Happy Birthday P'lette. I have a birthday present for ya, kiddo. It was in the car and everything but, yeah, I was lost in classical pieces. Jen and Paisley rule my planet. At some point, Paisley's going to have to gain admission into my inner circle cuz I really don't get to hang out with her enough and she's just one of those cool people that needs to be your friend. There was a whole new york contingency with us. They didn't talk to anyone who wasn't from the NY though so hey...fuck 'em.
P'lette's cake was tasty. I missed singing happy birthday though cuz I was outside shooting the shit with the Pen Da Da on the cell phone. Sorry P'lette. I'll make it up to you. P'lette? Hey, where's P'lette? She was just here. P'lettey Doo, Where are you?
Yeah, we lost her. I don't know how. She was there and then she wasn't. I know we got distracted by the drunkard trying to pick up Jenny and Paisley but you didn't have to go and start a hide and seek game without telling anyone. We had the search party out...drunk argentinians, goofy white guys in bad suits, stumbling fools...everyone was on the lookout. Searching other clubs, calling friends long gone, looking in cabs. And you were hiding.
I know its your birthday and you can hide if you want to but hey man, we were worried. I'm not giving you shit either. I'm giving you love. And that's for real. I was nervous.
suggestions: Get DJ Babu's Duck Season Vol. 1. Workout to the Firefighter's Workout on DVD. Go see Blackalicious for free at Amoeba Music on Monday. Chill at the House of Blues with De La and Swollen Members on Tuesday. Try to fanagle some Kids in the Hall Tix for friday or saturday at the Wiltern. Remember the names Sia, Miss Kittin, MURS, Lifesavas and Blueprint. When they blow up...yeah, I told ya so. And Canadian Hip Hop is about to get real hot. Watch Out.
Oh...thanks Jenny for the Alias tip. I taped Friday Night. It ruled the planet. Death to the Willage Idiot. And I even liked him that episode....awww yeah.