RICH.

Remember this? Get re-acquainted with "Rich Girls", the "Rich Girls" remix contest, & the "Schwing" Remix EP at http://pntg.net/richgirls_schwing.

PITCH BLACK.

Everyone's talking about the massive midnight power outage in #FoxHills / #CulverCity, but I'm the first to share a self-portrait I took as it happened!

IRONY.

Oh, irony... How I do love thee.

CB4.

I'll just leave this right here.

INDIE RAP.

Admit it, we've all said at least ONE of these things!

...They definitely got ME with that, "I don't even listen to rap anymore, yo." Hahahahaha

BREATHE.

HAHAHAHAHAAA! Funniest warning label... EVAR!!!

HOT TUB LUV.

Some of the best pop songs I've heard in a while.







Come on, admit it... Cee-Lo and them KILLED it on this episode!

CURL.

Seven People in the past week alone have suggested that I grow my dreads again. Instead, I may follow my naturally defiant and rebellious instincts, and do the exact opposite... Perhaps it's high time to start roccin' the Jheri Curl shag? I'ma brang it bac!!!

Later for you haters... My curl is gonna be F-R-E-S-H; fresh, fresh, fresh, yo THAT'S FRESH!!!

BREAK.

Anyone that has ever listened to any release of mine knows how much I love to make songs about breakdancing. Anyone that knows me personally knows I spend a considerable amount of time on wholesome beach activities like surfing, kayaking, and bird watching. It's only right that a song colorfully entitled "Breakdance Beach" would catch my eye...

While tend to write songs about breakdancing from a more serious, knowledgable, and experienced approach, I can't deny that this one is pretty fresh. While the cornball 80's feel beat and the punchline rap stylings are borderline bboy mockery, the video definitely had me on the floor. Any video with dudes doing mills in shallow surf, popping on a speedboat, and hitting airchairs on a surfboard is an automatic WIN in my book.

Dig me and a couple of the homies getting loose at the Make It Funky street fest in downtown LA:

Super shout out to the homies Kev B & Slug from RhymeSayers... Glad to see that you guys are still putting out interesting underground hip hop.

LUNCH? UH... BULL.

INDEPENDENT'S DAY!

BLAC IS BLAC.

Being that I'll be a featured guest speaker at the University of Texas Extension's Music Production class this evening, I thought that maybe I should be on smart-guy mode for today's blog sharing time. In the interest of saving ignorant ramblings for tomorrow, I've decided to share the trailer for an upcoming documentary, that is certain to be an intriguing and informative presentation of the effects of internal racism, as experienced within the Blac community.

Want to hear a swift and sad story? I recently had an absolutely AWESOME (sarcasm abounds) experience with this exact type of self-hatred and ignorance. While attending a mostly-White event at a mostly-White venue on the mostly-White Sunset strip, I was approached by a slim, halfway-drunk (ie. caution-free) blonde grrrl. She proceeded to explain to me that the dude she had been talking to (one of the only 4 other Blac men in the entire establishment) had just finished explaining to her that Blac guys "like me" (lighter-toned) were not as good as Blac guys "like him" (darker toned), and that there was a naturally competitive hatred and jealousy between us for this reason. She went on to say that she thought I was SO good-looking, and that she just wanted to come ask my opinion as to why this could be, because she found it to be so stupid.

I swiftly informed Blondie of several things:

1) I didn't hate the guy, because I didn't know him, and honestly had not even had any thoughts about him prior to her approach.

2) If this guy's best conversational piece was a topic that brought her attention to a guy that she found better looking, then he had to have the worst game ever in history.

3) I don't judge other Blacs based on the color of their skin, and any feelings I had about the dude would be based on the fact that he chose to discuss such a sensitively ignorant subject with the stereotypically "Whitest" White girl in the place.

4) That I couldn't express my opinion to her regarding his comments, not only because I was a little exasperated that she was dumb enough to try to include me in such an ignorant conversation, but also because she had the audacity (or stupidity) to even think it was OK to approach me about something so insipidly idiotic.

She said, "Well, I was just asking; you don't have to yell at me". I said, "It's loud in here -- if I wasn't yelling, I'd have to repeat myself. You and your friend have a good night."

TRIANGLE BODY MODE.

Apparently I need to clarify my constant references to "Triangle Body Mode," because apparently, my friends, followers, and fans aren't up on that classic David Rees comedic heater, "My New Filing Technique Is Unstoppable".

Bac in the early 2000's when I was working on the Cornrowz album (which has yet to ever see a real release, save for several major licensing placements over the years), I was introduced to the art of David Rees by the other group member, Old Man Malcolm (also of the pop/rap/rock outfit Citizen King). Peep this snippet:

Triangle Body Mode was a recurring theme in the hilarious book, representing the change of status assumed by the authoritative characters around the office just before they, as one character in the comic so colorfully put it, "got to firin' muthafuckas." The most hilarious part about it in the comic is that when one of the characters actually entered "Triangle Body Mode," he'd draw these little diagonal lines around them like this: //♀\\ Hahahahaha... Oh, that's rich!

My own interpretation of said action is basically just that... getting riled up and ready to fire on a muthafucca! Basically, I use the phrase when I'm talking about just straight going off. I actually have a song called "Triangle Body Mode", that as of right now remains unreleased; however, it may soon see the light of day. Either way, 'nuff love to David Rees for the inspiration!