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the year of the Black fist

Posted in black girl power, small screens, speaker food on January 19, 2009 by trace


My President is black
My Maybach too
And I’ll be goddamn if my diamonds ain’t blue
My money’s dark green and my Porsche’s light grey
And I’m headed for D.C., anybody feel me?

My President is Black in fact he’s half White
So even in a racist’s mind he’s half right
Even in these racist times we all right
My President is Black but his house is all white
Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk
Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run
Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly
So I’m gonna spread my wings you can meet me in the sky
I already got my own clothes I already got my own shoes
I was hot before Barack, imagine what I’m gonna do
Hello Miss America, hey pretty lady
Red white and blue flag wave for me baby
Never thought I’d say this shit, baby I’m good
You can keep your puss, I don’t want no more Bush
No more war, no more Iraq
No more white lies, my President is Black


I’m so happy this color doesn’t wash off, cause damn I’ve never been more proud to be Black. ‘Notorious’ grossed over 20mil this weekend, we’re celebrating Martin Luther King Jr. Day on this tenacious 19th of January and tomorrow there will be a Black First Family in the White House. I can’t take it. I might burst and spill years of pride, nationalism, and hope all over these bedsheets. Composure. Composure.

Good lord, Hov.

Beyonce’s worst song, period.

Posted in speaker food, traceinspace on January 13, 2009 by trace

beyonce

Okay, maybe it’s not so much Beyonce as it is Sasha. But either way “Diva” is bloated with lines of pander I just can’t bear to swallow. All the elements of Sasha’s usual recipe for female empowerment are there: a glaze of androgynous attitude, spurts of shameless ‘I’m that chick’ plugs and of course a friday night groove. Only thing is this time I’ve been fed too much. The rehashed cliches are strikingly substandard from the Fierce I used to know, and as a friend of mine said, “this is her lowest common denominator shit ever”. Word. I mean heavy rotation works for this song, but such was the same for “Sexy Can I”. And we all know that hit was sugared in shit.

THE SPACE BETWEEN

Posted in purple cows, speaker food with tags on October 25, 2008 by trace

I say this is some pretty efficient artwork, considering the fact that no one purchases singles from record stores. Did anyone ever do that after Napster?

Let’s Talk Yeezy

Posted in caffeine dreams, speaker food with tags , , on October 16, 2008 by trace

Rap can only take you so far. Yes, I said it. And Kanye said it too or rather, he sang it. Let’s keep it 100. Indeed gritty rhymeplay can make for some dope road trips. Through hoods of despair, down paths of copulation, and even up valleys of consciousness. All great landmarks for sure, but the journey still meets it’s red light. That missing piece of infinity that stretches across a compact disc and knocks your heart to the ground. The tears you don’t care to wipe.

“I’m in love with you, but the vibe is wrong and that haunted me all the way home…” – Love Lockdown

Yeezy’s sobbing. A man who has constantly devoted himself to topping our expectations, sonically (hear “Stronger”), lyrically (read “Diamonds From Sierra Leon”) , and even socially (see http://www.kanyetravel.com) is putting a scalpel to his skin. Not to say that Kanye lacks intrinsic genius or ubuntu, but the man has loved to impress. Now, he doesn’t give a fuck. Our judgements have been tossed in a shredder without a finger of doubt on the button. 

“In the night i hear him talk. The coldest story ever told. Somewhere far along the road he lost his soul to a woman so heartless” – Heartless

Love can paint the world invisible. Loss of love can paint you invisible. And needless to say, dude’s lost a lot. A fiance…a mother. The type of passing and pain that forces personal reevaluation and pulls for epiphanies. R&B serves as the ideal vessel for heartache. Sure Ye isn’t innately a solid singer, or a singer at all, but neither is the average Mariah Carey fan who chokes through “Against All Odds” with cloudy eyes. However, soul moves the both of them, enough to sing without thought or care, because it simply satisfies an urge. An urge to be held. I’d love to hear a rap joint that offered a kleenex. Artists should stand for themselves first and for their audiences second. Yeezy has always made us a priority, promised to top himself as a rapper, smear icing on every track. But this is different. It’s not about us, it’s about him. Everyone has heard love will make you do crazy things, but the lack of it can do the same. It’s not called Rhythm and Blues for nothing.

FROM a B to a B+

Posted in small screens, speaker food with tags on October 10, 2008 by trace

Damn Brit, Bey’s back for the kill. Who’ll win better publicity – the consistency or the comeback?

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SANITY IS SEXY

Posted in small screens, speaker food with tags on October 10, 2008 by trace

Sparkling, lucid, naked. That’s the Britney I fell in love with. But is it too soon to applaud? I need more tangible signs of permanence. Addressing what the hell happened last year would help. For now though, my favorite white girl gets a nod and a post. I missed this bitch. I did.

just a sip

Posted in small screens, speaker food with tags on October 5, 2008 by trace

was that the rumble of a new genesis? please let it be true. i can’t keep listening to ‘ladies first’ on repeat. 

not bad kiddo, not bad.