Tuesday, April 10, 2007

And I'm back...

From my impromptu hiatus... I was in Mexico for a while and then I was busy with school stuff and then I was slacking, but I'm focused now.

During my little break, I was debating on whether or not to write a 'Dear John' letter to music. I was gonna list all my gripes and maybe just suggest we take a little break. I mean, its not as if she as has been really doing her part in this relationship. She can't even bother to give me an entire album worth of material that I can listen to. How is that fair? Providing lackluster singles, and remixes to them is by no means the makings of a quality relationship:


(Did it bother anyone else that R. Kelly just Debo'd this song from young Bow-Wow? How do you a remix of someone's song and not include them on it?)

All this being said, I didn't want to be one of those people that just complains and longs for days of yore. (I remember when I couldn't wait to listen to the radio to see what was coming out) And I woulda held my tongue and thought that maybe it was just me. Maybe something was wrong with me... maybe I was the one not being fair in this relationship. But then something happened that opened my eyes forever.

It was almost like when you think you're in love "and then you c
atch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend..."(Old School) I was in complete shock and utter denial. I didn't want to believe it. And I wouldn't have... until I saw this. I mean, hearing the song on the radio in passing is one thing, but then when it's confirmed by friends, family and youtube... you know it's real.

I was flummoxed... I didn't think I could go on. There is no counseling for this. There is nothing that anyone can tell you that will make this better. As much as I tried, I couldn't get the images/sounds out of my head... and I love chapstick. Any of you that know me, know that I suck down chapstick like it's petroleum crack. But this is still unacceptable... and every time I see chapstick now I shudder.

This is how I felt... betrayed, lost, and a little cold. But I took
a moment, and decided to man up and look for the good. Because any worthwhile relationship has them. My first stop on the quest for the good in music was here. Little Brother had never let me down before, and once I heard Phonte's rendition of the A-Ha classic "Take on Me" (the original video...glorious), I knew I was headed in the right direction. (Don't those guys look like rejects for the casting of Zach Morris?)


Then I happened to stumble on the path of young hip-hopper by the name of Prince Ali. Just to let yall know... this kid is sick, definitely check him out. Download the Free EP here. (It's crazy) After listening to a little k-os and Amy Winehouse (both quality albums), I was starting to feel a little better and realized that I could never cast away my love like some cheap Atlantic City hooker that had overstayed her welcome.

So after much soul searching and debate, I came back to her. And as a gift, she gave me the old Andre 3000 (he's been killing everything he touches... check his verse below), the new Dilla album, and the Royce Da 5'9" mixtape as a welcome back gift... and I realized I can't stay mad at her too long... Just as long as she doesn't start making songs about random food products, we'll be fine.

(Dre's verse is the last one)

(And as a little plug... check out my little brother's myspace page... he makes beats, and he's doing the damn thing.