Twistinado

Come here when you wanna know what to think about your life and the world you live in. I know everything and nothing, at the same time.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Commish on BSN

For those that check for the Commish submission on BSN every week, it came a lil later this week...didnt get posted till yesterday evening. still, some good reading for NBA fans...check for me.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Kramer

One is never too late to chime in on something like Kramer going bizerk in a comedy club. So, although this is finally old news, allow me to resurrect it for a moment.

First off, the fact that more than a few of my afro peers react to this situation by, in return, calling white people crackers or categorically denouncing the whole race is disturbing and just plain corny. If there was ever a time to find some moral high-ground and take the high-road, this is one of those instances. Getting dirty with Kramer just defeats the purpose.

He needs to lie in this mud all alone. It's only right. And I'm not in that camp that says he needs to get into all these public displays of contrition and start reaching out to the black community and what not. To me, it would just be disingenuous and insincere. Homeboy is lost. If he wants to find himself, be a real-person (not a celeb) about it and handle your biz with some sincerity. Don't media-blitz your way back into the public's good graces. He was on Jesse Jackson's show and he's been meeting with black leaders...and...I don't know, it just all seems so pathetic. Cause thats not what this is about. I mean, I don't know Michael Richards, but one would be fairly stupid to surmise anything other than he's a closet bigot with a superiority-complex. Because, what you saw was a white man that pretty much doesn;t respect his darker specie-mates. Why else would you make a comment about yesteryear in America?

I can see how it went down. Let's be real, Kramer's comedy is not targeted to the Afro-American comedic sensibilities at all. So he goes to spots like Laugh Factory, fully expecting to perform in front of primarily euro audiences...people that watched his show faithfully. And it was public knowledge that blacks were a small portion of Seinfeld's record-setting audiences, naa mean? When I would come to school the day after Sein episodes, it was usually just me and a couple other black classmates yucking it up with a table full of white kids about what George did the previous night or how Kramer slipped on the wall modeling Calvin Klein underwear. So, as far as Kramer is concerned, black faces in his audience are welcomed...but only if they behave.

And these young dudes probably weren;t being the most respectful. Word is they were being disruptive. Not heckling, but holding audible auxiliary conversations...like someone wasn;t performing. That's annoying. So Kramer says something -- probably in an irritated manner -- and the dudes respond in kind, most likely devoid of any contrition and go on to tell Kramer that his stand-up act isn't funny...which it isnt.

Now, at this point, it's clear that Kramer immediately thought in his head: "How dare you spooks, intrude on my show and my audience and not sit there like good boys and either be quiet or laugh at my lame jokes? What I'm doing here isn't really for you, so if you're gonna crash our party, be inconspicuous about it." There's definitely a way to convey this in a funny way. Some have made the excuse that because Kramer is a comedic actor and not a stand-up comedian, he wasn;t equipped to deal with this situation. But that's corny. Any halfway witty person, especially with a mic, should be able to shut down some loud patrons.

Kramer's problem is that he's clearly a bigot. Dude immediately hearkened back to the days when white men like him, used to lynch black men like the comedy-club patrons. That comment was so disturbing. It's like Kramer disliked America's slow march toward racial equality, like dude thought it was not only unnecessary, but unwarranted. And he's not alone, tons of white people are upset with some perceived hijacking that's taken place. It burns them up. So some black dude that doesnt know his place...that sets them off.

I mean, think about what Kramer has to go through these days in LA. Dude can't even get a slice of pizza not made by a Mexican or Korean. That's gotta hurt a dude like him. A porch-monkey can shop on Sunset Blvd if he/she wants to. Since it's clear -- to him -- that's white people are (as Nacho Libre would say) "de baysssssss", some spook crashing his stand-up party was just too much for him. And sadly, he didn't disguise his disgust well enough.

That's what it's all about for most Americans: disguising their various racial prejudices and not allowing them to dominate your interactions and control your every thoughts. And that goes for the bigots, too. No matter how much you dislike or disrespect other ethnicities, try not to publicly show it. Kramer, for some reason, was so overcome with hate and anger, that he couldn't hide it. Sad, really. Because, I can easily see a black comic like DL Hughely or Mike Epps or Bernie Mac getting similarly angry in similar circumstances, but just handling it different. Same for a Jeff Foxworthy or Dennis Leary or George Carlin. Their retorts would have most likely been hurtful and tinged (or dripping) with some version of deep-seated hate, but just cloaked with jokes and wit. Be real about it. Kramer got caught out there because he's not exactly funny, just a weirdo.

And lets not bypass what I like to call Great Black Audacity. As a people, we got a huge collective pair of cajones. Real talk. Can you imagine a group of whites at a predominantly black comedy club, being anything other than consciously respectful during a black comic's set? I really can't imagine them being loud or then telling the comic he wasn;t funny after the comic addressed the situation, because the white patrons know that would get them embarrassed...and I mean really embarrassed, like, make a grown dude cry embarrassed. And trust that the black comic's retorts would ONLY deal with the white patrons ethnicity and, most likely, the comic would dispense with ANY inclination to be politically correct or racially sensitive.

But in the Kramer situation, you got some Great Black Audacity. And not just the disruptive behavior, but their response that basically said "Nigga Please", feel me?

That just made Kramer snap, like, "The nerve of these spooks." Did I suspect this type of thinking from Kramer? Hex no. But it wasn;t surprising. All his ignorance and hate came rushing out...he couldnt control that venom. And you could tell, too, because toward the end of his diatribe, his voice lowers and he says something to the effect of, "You see, those words, those words...they still have that power over us." That was him snapping back to reality and realizing that he spazzed out and revealed his true self. So he tried to clown us and act like he went on this pathetic tirade to give us some civic or social lesson. It was a load of baloney, but revealing nontheless, cause he realized he effed up . He even dropped his mic and just walked off the stage, almost like he was in a trance. And I don't think it was because he sorry or disgusted with himself, it was more embarrassment, like, "Wow, my hatred is really naked right now."

I'm happy this happened, because it reminded everyone what's at the core of most Americans. I have a good amount of white friends that are my age and many of them like to dismiss or downplay the amount of hate and bigotry in the present country, like all this history and conditioning is just getting washed away at rapid rates. That thinking really mystifies me. So when we get a beloved character like Kramer, going off, its like that cold bucket of water. Wake up!

So, thanks, Kramer. And, no, I'm not boycotting Seinfeld. That clown Michael Richards is not about to impact my life in that manner. If I start taking these stances (a bit trivial in my eyes), I should just swear off all things Hollywood, because it's crawling with bigots. They're just better actors.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Commish on BSN

Kramer is a 'racialist'

You know I got something to say about Kramer at the Laugh Factory, lettin 'nigger' fly like it was cool. But I might not think what you think I think.

Check for me sometime Tues afternoon...

Until then, here's the news article and here's the youtube clip.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Buff: It's been a bout a month

I'm like Family Man extraordinaire, these days. Check this recent four-day string: Friday, I went up to Toronto to check my nigga Rek and peep his new baby girl and my lil niece, Nyeema (spelling not final yet), after which we came back to Buff and broke out the single malt scotch and tuned out to a pod-playlist named in his daughters honor, till about 7am. Saturday evening, I watched a chick-flick (Prime) with Moms. Sunday I played Scrabble and listened to oldies and neo-soul with my two Aunt Kims and Uncle Tip. Monday me, my lil bro Eezy and Pops watched about five hours of Star Wars movies (Pops had several gems...random musings like, "Man, Vince, what's that crazy white dude doin' that for?!). Tuesday me and my lil cuzzes hit LaNovas and got on the awkward subject of parents and intimacy and upbringing and all that.

It's been about five weeks back in Buff and it still feels like an extended vacation (which is how I'd like to keep it. The second I start feeling like this is home and not temporary is when I'll need a cold bucket of water smacked across my schnoz)...but dig, I go to bed a lot of times thanking God that, despite all the familial dysfunction and few severed relays here and there, my whole extended family is MAD close.

I know much of that has to do with the Bible. That may sound campy and corny to some of you reading this, but I'm 1,000% sure that if the bulk of your family tries to live up to Biblical principles (whether u think theyre outdated or not) you won't have a bunch pf problems.

In a typical family, I think this brief return would be unbearable. But even with my lil sis and Moms monopolizing the bathrooms and Pops consistently hittin me with ish like, "Aw, shut up white dude!" when watching a simple episode of SportsCenter...it's been a relatively peaceful and recuperative stay thus far. I'm hoping things don't change too drastically for the remainder.

random

Yo...I've been sittin here for the past three or four hours, listening to the Parliament's discography (Mothership Connection -- handledat!) and chekin CNN.

What's goin on for the past 24 hours? Ish is buckwild.

We got some madman in Detroit on a killing spree (J, if you don't blog about this it'll be the height of negligence. Done go gettin Page 2 Hollywood on your readers).

We got a destructive toronado in North Carolina.

We got a severe storn in the northeast.

And we have a fightening, dangerous gasline leak in Atlanta.

This is raw.

Just thought I'd mention...

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Music Dude: Kingdom Come

If you haven't heard, or read, Music Dude is on the serious grind for thisisrealmusic.com. For the most part, that is gonna be where you will read the bulk of my music ramblings from here to for, but I'll still try to weigh in here on the blog for random ish and what not.

With that said, I got the drop on Kingdom Come, Jay-Z's new joint set to drop next week. I think it's trash. But I won't get too specific until I write the review for thisisrealmusic.com, so be sure to check the site after Dec. 1st.

The Commish on BSN

Friday, November 10, 2006

My nigga, Flav

"You got jealous ways, New York!"

Yall think I'm jokin right? I know yall think the dude is clownin. And, maybe, on a small level, I am. But, I'm really feelin that new Flav album. It's called Hollywood and you need to go kop. I'm sayin, if I listen to an album and I laugh and I dance and I think, then why isn't that considered a dope album.

I already forwarded it to the Music Crew. I'm anxious to see what they have to say. Last night, I mass-texted about 30 people after I heard the joint in it's entirety.

Even if you think dude is a clown and a feeble emcee and horrific singer, you can't front on the fact that plays multiple instruments and knows his way around a production board. And, I'm sorry, dude's personality is charismatic, str8 up. I can honestly say that at least five to six of these tracks are goin on multiple of my Pod playlists. Yeah, I'm on it heavy like that!

Flav is a problem.

Still the Same Age: babies havin babies

My lil sis P studies the Bible with a youngster in my fam's congregation. P's study is still in high school. Yesterday evening, I was in the whip with both of them, making conversation. You and I know youngsters love talkin about school. Not neccessarily what they learned in Geometry class, but definitely the drama.

So I'm kickin it with the youngster. She goes to Grover Cleveland, which, in my HS days was a non-descript jack-leg school on the Westside. Apparently it still is. P told me that Grover was known as a dangerous school in her day (and she's just 2 years behind me)...I don't remember that though. When I think about the gangsta schools, I think Burgard, Riverside sometimes South Park and Bennett...but never Grover.

But the youngster was tellin me it's a zoo. In the most matter of fact way she told me about this girl getting jumped the other day in the lunch room. "But she deserved it though. She always talkin' bout somebody. She be tellin' me about this girl and that girl and I'm always like, 'Worry about yourself.' So when they jumped her, I was like, 'That's what you get.'"

That's standard fare for youngsters these days...and back in my day. There was no such thing as getting jumped at City Honors (the No. 4 public school in America, according to Newsweek). All we did in CHS was learn and take advantage of the lack of rules. Yesterday evening the youngster was tellin me how a lot of the bad behavior is in reaction to Nazi teachers. I can feel that. She said this year's freshmen class at Grover is the worse. They're so bad even she -- one of their peers -- is surprised by their hubris. That's kinda scary.

My lil sis teaches grammar school and it was revelation to hear that she routinely YELLS at the kids. Whenever I see P with kids, she's doin the daycare/fav-aunt/Oprah thing she does, so to hear that the kids in her classes are so unruly that she has to raise her voice -- her...P...my lil sis -- that's serious.

Anyways, this is all getting me to the end of my convo with P's study. She told me that, when Board of Ed had the funds, Grover had a FRIGGIN DAYCARE in the school. That was how prevalent and pervasive teenage pregnancy was/is. I asked P's study if a lot of the girls had kids and she answered in the most "what are you stupid?" tone ever, because to her, that's a given.

Then I ask if a bunch of girls are pregnant as we speak. She said, "Yeah! It's a bunch of girls that's bout to have babies."

Imagine that, lil girls walkin round school with baby-stomachs. But not a few, a slew.

It's such a probelm in the community. Teenage pregnancy doesn't get the same attention it got in the late 80s and early 90s when the epidemic was still new on the American landscape. I can remember how weird it was to see my friend Erica and my cousin Halima walkin round school pregnant. My blood-bro Tony's sis had her first kid still in CHS, too. It all was a weird site. partly because CHS didn't have the same problems as our public counterparts, but also because it was still a visual schock, even by the mid 90s, to see a familiar peer in a physical state meant for a grown woman. Both my older cousins impregnated girls that were still in HS, while they were still in HS. That was crazy. But now? Please. That's standard fare for the lil girls in the community.

Back when the epidemic first began, it was shredding the black community that was already tattered, but hanging on by a few seams. Crack was KILLING us...MURDERING us. And we had crack babies, AIDS and these fatherless kids being born. The girls in HS, now, lettin these boys and -- sadly -- sometimes men impregnate them, they're the daughters of the lil girls in late 80s and early90s that birthed them in HS. That first generation of mass teenage-pregnancy babies are in high school now and the cycle is continuing. We aren't learning much. These jack-leg young niggas don't know anything about bein a father, because they never knew their pops. These young girls don't know much about expecting and demanding a certain level of respect -- healthy respect, not the deviant respect we see given to women in black hoods because of the matriarchal environment produced by the astounding number of black men in jail, on drugs, dead early...you get the picture.

And we won't even get on the abstinence/sex-ed topic.

When I got out the car last night and bid the youngster a good evening as P took her home, I was kinda depressed a lil bit. Buff is an odd animal for black people. I mean, you can probably count the successful blacks in this city on three or four hands...and I don't think I'm exagerrating. I've described the Buff Mentality on this blog before, its infectuous in a sordid and detrimental way. The sad thing is that, even though the city looks to be at the infant-stage of, perhaps, a lil renaissance...in the hood, it's The Same Age.

real women don't have curves, real women are curves...

...As Damon Wayans would say, "message."

I don't want to even attempt to analyze, 'cause Megs is usually one step ahead of my feeble mind. But I thought one of her latest blogs was ironic in a powerful way. How and why black and white women developed polar opposite perceptions of beauty is a pretty serious study of society and riddled with tangental topic after tangental topic. But here Megs is celebrating and lamenting her newfound LOSS of curves and it just struck me in a certain way. And she's always poetic. So enjoy.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Commish on BSN

This week's NBA stuff dropped on BSN yesterday. Check me out here.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

A new edition to the extended family

Save for a couple characters, all of my closest friends have been married. I say closest, because I have friends, close friends and then niggas that I call my brother and might slip in a "love ya" when I'm leaving from a visit or end a convo that was our first in a couple months.

Out of all my brothers that have been married (Dubb, Rick, Nast, Vino, Rek, San) none have popped out a seed...that was until Sunday, when Rek and Shelly bore lil Naima Truth Jamison.

It was beautiful thing. Uncle Tip brought pics to our congregation meeting. One pictured Rek, with fro now out of control, cheesin from ear to ear next to little Naima, sleepin on her bed.

At some point this week, I'm gonna head over Rek's crib, pop open a bottle of single malt and put on John Coltrane's Live In Paris. The original "Naima" was featured on the classic Giant Steps. But this live rendition is more intense than the original, but retains the kind of emotion that come from a father's love for his daughter and Trane made "Naima" for his baby girl.

Yes, Naima is a pretty name, but I'm 1,000% sure her name was a tribute to Rek's fav artist and the song he made for his daughter. I fully expect my grown brother to shed a tear when we click a glass of scotch and listen to the classic tune as a tribute to his new baby. I'm just glad I'm home to share that with him.

Oh, and I'm an Uncle, now. (True, this is gonna go like it has with all my little cousins. I'm gonna be gone soon and only return to Buff once or twice a year while this new generation of the family keeps gettin older and older. I mean, when I saw lil Kedara and she was a full-grown high schooler, listenin to the Dip Set...or my lil cousin Clauds is set to graduate from HS and gettin hit on at Subway...these things flip out a dude who -- thanks to distance -- spent a cumulative of two or three weeks with most of the family for the past 7 years.) Still, even if I'll be gone soon and when I come back Shrek (that's my Brangelina version of Shelly and Rek) will have to introduce the lil one to me like, "Remember Uncle Vince?" and I'll say annoying grown-up things like, "Girrrrrl, I remember when I use to be able to fit you in the palm of my hand." Even though this is gonna happen, I'm glad I'm here to share this initial euphoria. This is a good thing.

Congrats to my nigga Rek.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

He goes by the name K-Fed

This is the most scathing album review I've ever read in my entire life. It's allmusic.com's review of the new Kevin Federline album and it was much less an album review as it was the harshest character assasination in a while. Read it in awe.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Thisisrealmusic.com & The New Millenni Ten

Pretty soon, The Commish is gonna have a few thoughts on the new NBA season and I'll be posting a link to the preview of sorts that I wrote for blacksportsnetwork.com, which I'm freelancing for. Half of the preview is already up, the second half is has been waiting on a graphic accompanyment for the past few days. It should be up any moment, now, though.

Until then, I implore everyone to check out thisisrealmusic.com. It's my man's site that he runs with one of his partners from NJ. It's just three months old, but it's already developing a following and its potential has no ceiling. A site like this has never existed. Its a site for real music fans.

Since my nigga is running it and trying to blow it up, you know I'm gonna offer fam whatever expertise I have. And since my business acumen is near zero, I'm offering my pen.

With that said, check out this month's issue, particularly the Musicology feature, The New Milleni Ten. It's a list of the ten best albums released after 2000. Me and and group of fellow music professors -- we call ourselves The Musicologists -- spent close to two months determining this list. There's a bunch of content, including a piece on how this top 10 came about, appreciations/testimonials for each album, several pieces on albums we snubbed (which include a heatfelt appreciation of the new Gnarls Barkley by one of the Musicologist and a back-n-forth between me and my nigga on the greatness/flaws/impact of Jay-Nas and Blueprint-Stillmatic), and a Musicologist biography.

This is what I've spent the bulk of my free-time on, which is why my blog-game has been poor. But, even though I will have tons of submissions on this site each month, I swear my blog-game is set to explode any week now...the itch is there, trust me...and I'm bout to start scratchin' (that was not only a weak and cliche' analogy, it was kind of a vomit-inducing-image, too...so I apologize).

Plus the site has mad reviews, new artist pieces, legend pieces. It's hot. Since it's new, you'll have to excuse a few design snafus and maybe a spelling error here or there...but work with us. It's a movement. Believe that.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Faith Restoration

I'm glad I waited to write this post on Jay. I just heard a Hot 97 rhyme-drop that Jay spit on Flex's show that made me feel like he might end up being on of the most important black men in Anerican history. Which is good, because as recent as yesterday, while blackin out to "Show Me What You Got" over my nigga Rek's crib shootin Jim Beam and chasin with some ice cold Katrinas (that's what we call Hurricanes)...anyways, while buggin to Just Blaze's performance on "Show Me" I couldnt help the disdain I felt for Jay-Z and his recent American-Joe pandering with his Budweiser commercials and music videos where he ruins one of the dopest hip-hop tracks with a soft, cornier than cornball, slew-foot-shuffling handshake with Jeff Gordon and Danica Patrick, as if that profound track says NASCAR or Formula One at all. Despicable.

I mean, when I heard the track and Jay was tellin listeners "hands up, now wave! wave! wave!" The grown-nigga Twist would throw my arms up and wave...but in a Hip-Hop Hooray kinda way, a neighborhood way, a real way...like the way I'd wave at a KRS concert. But then this clown Jay-Z is in his video waving like a Miss America pageant winner. You serious? I wanted to take his life.

Look, I don't mind hip-hop diversifying. And I understand it's now an American cultural phenomenon..naa, scratch that, an international cultural phenomenon...but I hate when people overtly pander for wider acceptance. What Jay did was about as disgustingly commercial as you can get. But what upset me the most was that it was associated with "Show Me"...if the song had been something like "Give It To Me" or "That Nigga Jigga" (I dont even know if those are the names of the songs) i wouldnt have cared one way or the other. But after a 2 year layoff, to come back with a song so triumphant and next-level like "Show Me", Jay could have really gotten real gangsta with a real hop-to-the-core video. I mean, the last videos we saw were "99 Problems", "Encore" and "Public Service Announcement", all those joints were straight-hop. So I'm figuring dude is gonna definitely hit us with a similar joint to bolster the dope song.

...but this dude goes and starts kissin NASCAR a$$ and ruining a true-hop body-move (the wave) by turning it in to some whimsical, gay, twinkle-in-my-eye gesture. The throw-up in my mouth tasted so horrible.

And I ride with Jay...I really do. We all rode with dude back in 1996 with Reasonable Doubt...but as soon as the following year, when his first single to his new album was with Foxy and Babyface and he's wearin some wack suit and standing awkwardly behind Foxy as she rubs that fat rear on his crotch...as soon as that happened, a lot of real-dudes and true-hop fans started jumpin ship. Not me though...I argued incessantly with my judgemental, hop-protector friends non-stop. Defended this dude all the time. At the end of the day, I thought he was dope and forgave a lot of his overt trespasses as he chased popularity.

Then Blueprint came and I stopped needing to do that, which all culminated with the Black Album where even his harshest critics finally gave dude his due. The point is, Jay has stooped to some corny lows over the years and I was never like, "Dude, I'm through with you." But thats the point I was at with his Budweiser-Nascar stunt he pulled.

But then I heard this joint: http://www.allhiphop.com/player/default.asp?id=jay-z-live_at_hot_97.mp3&track=HOT%2097%20Freestyle&artist=Jay-Z

Not only is Jay emceeing at a profoundly supreme level, but his message is not only powerful, but responsible in a way that makes you appreciate that he's the most powerful man in hophop and gives you the idea that he appreciates that, too. He's kickin it about the trials of being that dude and how the combative forces are at his neck, he's tellin youngsters to forget diamonds and buy land. There is an empowering spirit there.

Look, no one will ever be Russell Simmons. Russ is an American icon and the reason for hiphop. And he continues to trailblaze and offer opportunities and educate and all that. Russ is THAT nigga. Jay is reaching that level, though. He runs the most powerful label in hiphop, he's doin humanitarian things like Russ...all that. But what gives Jay even more leverage than Russ is that he's an artist. Russ could only approach things from a biz standpoint. Jay can do that -- and seems to have the acumen for it -- but he can also inspire throough his music. thats HUGE. plus, Jay is a trendsetter in his own right. Russ could produce and offer trendsetters a platform, but Jay can do that AND set trends himself, since he is a cultural personality and phenomenon in his own right.

I'm gonna allow Jay that NASCAR gaff. I'm just gonna bite my lip when I see his budweiser commercial during NFL games, because this freestyle just restored some faith that dude is on the grind and 'bout it (uhhhh). I'm back on the ship.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Hol' up...

I should have a bunch of good reading for you today, primarily posted on other sites, representing the ish i been working on these past couple days which has resulted in the lack of posts. Just waiting for the stuff to get uploaded on the respective sites...so hold tight.