The Seville-Lewis Conundrum

Question:
What's behind the eerie similarities between Huey Lewis and the News and classic animated band, The Chipmunks.

Hypothesis:
The songs are the same, simply sped up, Kanye style.

Research:
Exhibit A



Exhibit B



Results:
Though the songs are not exact duplicates; one can make the argument that the two bands share the same arranger and songwriter in many cases.

Conclusion:
Because Huey Lewis and the news shares a similar sound to an fictional 80's rodent, pop band; this serves as further proof that they cant hold a candle to Hall and Oates.


Owning you bitches since 84'

Nekkid white people in protest..

I knew i heard some chanting..
and once i saw the first tittie, the camera came out.
war is NOT the answer.lmao

"..like a fat kid loves cake"

I like food.
Always have always will.
It and some weird work of genetic engineering has contributed to my life long Faux-bodybuilder body. It looks great in tees, but mostly blubber when they come off.
Im ok with that tho. I just thought id use this last 53 minutes at my job on this hump day to list some of my all-time fav foods. Of course since this is MY blog, each one will likely have a some sort of witty caption. Its the aspiring writer in me...lol

I used to CRUSH these mutha-suckaz back in the day! Summertime, nuthin to do but ride bikes and play bball with Kwame all day. id hang at his crib all day then on the way home i'd stop to the superfresh and grab a bag of these jammies and a mars bar. That combo held ur boy down for 2 straight summers. Them joints is like the second coming of P,B and J, son.

These were my go-to back in the peak of my legit, FAT boy stage of life. I'ma say around 4th, 5th grade i was QUITE portly. And this hybrid of chocolate, peanut butter(my ultimate vice), caramel, rice crispies, and peanuts had me asking my pops EVERY weekday afternoon that i'd roll with his to his night gig about stopping to the Highs(a nigga is old) to grab two of these joints. I used to do it like how bruthas cop cd's of thier fav artists..lol One for the ride, one for the crib.

Ok, i LUV peanut butter. its my favorite food, both as main dish AND condiment. So when the Quaker food company graced us with a PB spin-off of its popular Capt Crunch line, i used to press the SHIT outta my momma to pick up not one but TWO boxes of these joints when she went to the grocer. I'll be brief with this. The crunch, the buttery taste, and the almost non-existant sog factor was the closest thing i had to orgasm til i finally got a piece. But to this day there is still no comparison. No woman has had as profound an effect as this cereal has. No one.*sobs*


Me and the homie Niya used to crush these daily. It went like this: 12 wings apiece, 1 order of Sugarbees, and two sweet teas. Diabetes is real..lol


About 7 years ago while a freshman at MTSU. The Burger King Chain in Tennessee made the mistake of offering whoppers for .99cent. Now being a struggling student who earned roughly 4 bucks an hour, this as a nightly meal was a no-brainer. Sour cream and chedder cheese chips+large fruit punch+.99 cent whopper= good times and full belly in Murfreesboro.

A time too Often Forgotten

Today i was suprizingly blessed with the opportunity to speak at an essembly my 7-year olds school. There was a "Young Men's Conference" where they asked fathers of students and other men in the community to speak to and answer questions about being a man. Upon first surveying the crowd as the young gents filed in, i noticed to my great dismay, no "Lil Man". So i was a lil dismayed when I got word from the moderator that this program would consist of only 4th-6th graders; but i reconciled with myself that my kid aint the only one that could use a lil guidance. The questions ranged from the silly- "how do u get big muscles when u grow up", to the awkward- "what are some physical signs that im going thru puberty"(one of the answers veered uncomfortably to "checking one another out in the showers"..lol), and finally serious- "how do you deal with lifes regrets". Given my recent bout with anxiety, i really wasnt planning on responding to much, as addressing a auditorium full of impressionable pre-pubescent men was'nt on my agenda for my what was supposed to be a relaxing day off from work. The looks on these boys eyes where something to behold. Most were fixated on my shoes(lol), a few were a lil bored, but the majority of them were sitting on the edge of thier seats seeking the knowledge that the program had promised. As i sat and simply observed them, i suddenly began to replace the faces of the kids with me and my childhood buds in some sort of nostalgic daydream. Scott-bully and jerk, Kwame-artist and misunderstood, Kevin-loner and dog lover, Antoine-the lover, Paul-the joker, and some more of my boys.. We were them just 19 years ago, wow, 19 years ago.
19 years of growning up.
19 years of raising hell.
19 years of girls.
19 years of small victories.
19 years of big mistakes.
19 years of wishing there was some "reset" button to life like on the original Nintendo system.
As i sit and watch these boys, my boys; I wonder if talks and mentoring like this would have made a difference in the lives of MY friends.

Would Scott be a junkie?
Would Kwame have taken his life?
Would Antoine joined that gang?
Would Paul have met his fate in such a violent way?
Would Big Kev be in jail for LIFE?

Who knows.

As enthusiastic as the kids seemed, the wisdom that was imparted them today more than likely went in one ear and out the other, especially with recess about 30 minutes away..lol

But i cant help but think that by constantly sharing what we know and what we've learned, maybe those kids who i see my old buds in can get it right, for themselves

And my boys..

Complex Men

I came across this piece of audio bliss while in a dl'ing spree on one of my fav message boards. I've always been a fan of Donny Hathaway. Has voice is pure silk as most people will agree. But its not till u look beyond the music, beyond the voice, that u realize where the true allure of this guy lies. The stories are many and its not truly known which one(s) are correct and which are purely falsehoods.

-"he was really on the DL and could'nt cope with living a lie so he jumped to his death"
-"he owed the mob a GRIP and tho they kept Sinatra on payroll, niggas aint get cut the same slack so they tossed his ass outta the hotel room..
-blah, blah, blah..

Whether or not any of this fodder is true does'nt really explain his importance to not only soul music, but also black manhood.

He was flawed.

His speaking voice was'nt as strong as a man his stature should have been.

He was'nt Handsome.

Because of a few bad breaks, he never reached his full potential.

But despite all these shortcomings and more, he's become post-humously one of my heros.

He wasnt smooth that Marvin,

Pretty like Smokey,

or rugged like Teddy,

he was simply a Complex man. Full of contradictions, self doubt, inner conflicts and strife. But equally filled with love for his family, love for his people, boundless ambition and a soul that begged for Gods approval despite his flaws.

He is me.

Enjoy.

Solving and Evolving

As this new calendar year begins, i enter this day as a new man.
2008 presented me with more challenges, blessings, drama, and decisions than I've ever been confronted with in my 29 years. Health issues, faith, love and family drama, money woes, and work annoyances presented themselves in such a way that I've been forced to deal rather than scuttle them to the side and tackle at some other more "convenient" time. I was forced to be active instead of re-active. I stopped being a victim. Stopped letting life happen to me rather than imposing MY will on it.

i had to confront my life's adversaries:
-Cursing Sandy's ass out
-Letting go of the guilt and speaking my mind to Karrie
-And most of all confronting and dealing with my biggest opponent, me.

I begin this year with the new found realization, that I'm really not as great as i thought i was. That my hype machine is mostly just that, hype. I mean, I'm not turning into a self-depreciating charity box. Its just that over this past year, life has caused me to have several "by myself meetings"(shout out to Cappadonna). Basically instead of analyzing and diagnosing everyone Else's issues, I've identified and began working on a couple of the blaring ones that that have stifled my life for the majority of my first 29 years on Gods earth. I've always been under the assumption that people, no matter gender, race, background or whatever, mature , and grow on their own specially God-given schedule. And i finally feel like I'm turning n to an adult.

Growing by:
-taking responsibility for all i do.
-instead of claiming regrets for my mistakes, acknowledging and learning from them.
-climb off my high horse and realize not one thing about me makes me better than the next man.
-standing up to my fears. its a natural emotion, but quickly becomes evil when it starts to dictate to your life. "until you truly learn to say fuck your fears, you are not alive"- Cee-lo Green
-valuing integrity and honesty. it may not gain you many fans in the short term. but it WILL gain u respect ultimately.
-having unwavering faith in my God. halfway faith is no faith at all.

Today i feel better, i am better, and i will continue to get better.

Lessons in Love.

Today i matured.
As ruff as its been, and as painful as the near future is likely to be, i wont ever be the same person.
Today i learned two things.
One. Sexuality is NOT the focal point of satisfaction.
Nor is it the one thing that will sustain us.
Not many elderly couples are tearing it up in the bed. But they have one anothers
backs unconditionally. And on any given night in ur typical couples bedroom, you're more likely to hear "rub my neck honey" than "do me harder, daddy!"
Handcuffs, dildos, and other erotic apparatus are just ADULT TOYS.
Sumthing to distract us from the norm. Because the norm is SO boring, right?
Maturity calls us to throw away toys, focus on what matters.
Just loving your significant other without all the extra bells and whistles is so underrated these days.
Facination with curiousity does NOT keep u warm at night.
U cant "nuzzle up" with experimentalization.
Sometime ago, the concepts of familiarity and simplicity became a bore to me.
As in any other pleasure in life, the perversion and overindulgence that this boredom can lead to destruction. I know that now.

The second is, you never truly miss a good thing til its gone. Never again will a divine blessing be taken for granted by me. I'll treasure it, protect it and love it in the manor that its truly worthy. I know this now, as well.