Humh, listening to Chaka’s The Woman I Am and I just realized that Rahsaan Patterson sings Chaka Style. It’s the phrasing and harmonies, definitely some of the ad-libs too. OOOHHH, and Michael Bearden played the piano solo on You Can Make The Story Right.
I hate the YBF’s website. It takes forever for all of those photos to load.
OMG, there is a major sewage issue on the bus. The smell has lingered far too long for it to have been a fart. I think somebody blew up the bathroom. I promise you it’s getting stronger. Are they still in there?
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL!
Its 2:23am ad my stomach is making a noise like a Sci-Fi ray gun. I’m up practicing for the birthday flash mob since they decided to send the location at 11pm the night before. This disorganization and last minute-ness does not suit my personality.
The flash mob was AWESOME! I was so fierce dancing to Scream. I truly enjoyed being in the fandom. I was so fierce on Scream, do you hear me. I went to his star. There was Mexican praying candles there and notes and flowers for him. I didn’t even think to bring anything. I also learned that he has 2ND STAR on the Walk of Fame. It is for radio and on Vine near Sunset.
And across from his 2n star is THE JACKSONS’ star. I also saw Quincy Jones’, James Brown’s, Smokey Robinson’s, and Billy Dee Williams’ star around the same area. We went to Amoeba Music and it was AWESOME!
I bought the original pressing of TWYMMF single on LP and the original pressing of Dangerous on CD. I also got a Chaka Khan, Batman Soundtrack, and the second Nikka Costa CD. O must go back. That is like music heaven.
Oh yea. I went to Hooters for the first time. It’s nothing to write home about.
The MJ Birthday Party was cool. Major technical difficulties hampered ?uestlove
S DJ set, but he pulled out some gems like Body Language, Hum Along and Dance and Life Of The Party. He even played State of Shock and Tell Me I’m Not Dreaming. He didn’t really DJ. It just sounded like a mixtape. The event went til 4am. We left around 3:30. Best part was although the supposed cut off time for the RSVP Price of $20 ended at 11:30, we got there at 12:30 and still paid $20. Samantha Ronson was there. She is very skinny and a little greasy looking. She cusses too much. There was no reason for her to say Fuckin so much when she was on the mic. I spotted Bilal in the crowd and he is SUPER SHORT. Like, maybe my height. DJ Scratch was there and they said DJ Jazzy Jeff was there, but I didn’t see him. There was even this dude there dressed like the Jackson 5. I called him the Jackson 1. HE EVEN PLAYED SUNSET DRIVER!!!!!
A DNK A DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH!!!!
S DJ set, but he pulled out some gems like Body Language, Hum Along and Dance and Life Of The Party. He even played State of Shock and Tell Me I’m Not Dreaming. He didn’t really DJ. It just sounded like a mixtape. The event went til 4am. We left around 3:30. Best part was although the supposed cut off time for the RSVP Price of $20 ended at 11:30, we got there at 12:30 and still paid $20. Samantha Ronson was there. She is very skinny and a little greasy looking. She cusses too much. There was no reason for her to say Fuckin so much when she was on the mic. I spotted Bilal in the crowd and he is SUPER SHORT. Like, maybe my height. DJ Scratch was there and they said DJ Jazzy Jeff was there, but I didn’t see him. There was even this dude there dressed like the Jackson 5. I called him the Jackson 1. HE EVEN PLAYED SUNSET DRIVER!!!!!
A DNK A DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH!!!!
Lottery Machines and Cell Phones are not my Friends
Grrrr. Damn lottery machine! Had me late for being late to the bus depot. Took that lady forever to figure out that the machine wouldn’t turn on until 6am. I had to go! Of course when I got back to my car the clock said 6:01am. Whore Hooker!
Oh and for some reason my damn cell phone won’t hold a charge. WTF? Charged it last night. The battery said full so I unplugged it. Woke up, brushed my teeth, came back, and the battery icon was red. Grrrr!
Oh and for some reason my damn cell phone won’t hold a charge. WTF? Charged it last night. The battery said full so I unplugged it. Woke up, brushed my teeth, came back, and the battery icon was red. Grrrr!
OOH TIN MAN, YOU LIED
Wait a Minute! The Tin Man on The Wiz didn’t have a heart and was singing “what would I do if I could feel”, but he was crying over Teeny before they even left the amusement park! Now, I ordain crying a feeling. Or at least an action derived from a feeling.
Unfortunate Slight
I feel stressed and not blessed…I don’t know what I was thinking to send that invite out. Results are as I figured.
and one mo mothafuckin thing
Also, why does it take 2 years for that bitch ass ni99a to go to trial?!!!! January 4th? FORREAL??!!!
I had a Billie Jean Moment and Jay Leno is aiight wit me.
I was walking to work this morning and there were leaves on the ground and I had a Billie Jean thought. I wanted to walk in the squares and swish my feet and pop my collar. Why are there leaves on the ground in LA in August anyway?
So tonight is Michael Jackson music night on Jay Leno. They are playing Mike into and out of commercial breaks. Kewl!
So tonight is Michael Jackson music night on Jay Leno. They are playing Mike into and out of commercial breaks. Kewl!
Monday, August 30, 2010
VH1…why can’t David Hasselhoff visit his star on the Walk of Fame?
VH1…why can’t David Hasselhoff visit his star on the Walk of Fame? He is proud of the accomplishment and since he can’t take the sidewalk home with him it makes sense that he would want to go see it every once in a while.
I tried meditation, the Yogi looka like a man
Meditation was interesting. I DID COME AWAY WITH ONE THING: For this is just a vessel, my soul shall be free. I thought of Michael. He is a light, a beacon that calls my mind, my heart and my soul to peace.
Hey! I passed by that LA Ink place tonight. I was on La Brea and saw pink walls and guitars and words in a window that read LA Ink. Then later, flipping through the channels I received confirmation. Kewl!
Back to meditation: I thought the Ananda Yogi dude was a lady. They had a big picture of him/her all glow with them Mexican praying candles. Turns out it was a guy. He is very pretty. The black aura around his head looked like hair. I thought it was just an old painted photo circa 1950 or something. The yellow orangey thing/top he had on looked like a dress. Nice color. There was a broach or something on that piece of clothing/dress/shirt thingy too. So, that’s why I thought it was a lady.
As a man it looked like a version of a Star Trek crew member shirt. There seemed to me to be more yoga than meditation, but maybe they go hand in hand. On a side bar: it’s 6:10am, and I am so hungry right now. Abnormally hungry.
They passed around a collection plate afterwards. Aside from being cold I kept peeking when I heard movement to see where people were going. Didn’t’ want nobody over bear my purse. Ooh, the other cool thing was that when trying to clear my mind I envisioned Mike as a light. I also felt a little light body wise. We had to do some chant and I liked that. I liked the way I could feel the vibration of my vocal chords throughout my body.
Another side bar: I’m on the bus and the white lady who just sat beside me smells like Jheri Curl Juice.
I dunno if I will go back to meditation class again. Was talking to a foreign chick named Olga. She seemed nice, but when the conversation was turned to her she was uncomfortably vague. I asked her what she did and she was like I help middle class people with money. I was like, oh a financial planner. She was like not quite and she skirted around a real answer. I then felt duped like I had shared too much info about myself with her and she was probably pumping me for information getting read to scam me. I was the only black person there, but apparently there had been a black female in attendance before because some dude was like Hey, Tonya right???
I am so stoked about the MJ Bday Flashmob. Apparently Scream is the hardest choreography to learn and yep I was assigned to the group. We are gonna rock it. I gotta go outfit shopping. Wish I still had had those black pleather pants from high school.
Why this really short black lady on the bus always on her cell every damn morning? Who are you holding long, in-depth conversations with at 6:20am?
Hey! I passed by that LA Ink place tonight. I was on La Brea and saw pink walls and guitars and words in a window that read LA Ink. Then later, flipping through the channels I received confirmation. Kewl!
Back to meditation: I thought the Ananda Yogi dude was a lady. They had a big picture of him/her all glow with them Mexican praying candles. Turns out it was a guy. He is very pretty. The black aura around his head looked like hair. I thought it was just an old painted photo circa 1950 or something. The yellow orangey thing/top he had on looked like a dress. Nice color. There was a broach or something on that piece of clothing/dress/shirt thingy too. So, that’s why I thought it was a lady.
As a man it looked like a version of a Star Trek crew member shirt. There seemed to me to be more yoga than meditation, but maybe they go hand in hand. On a side bar: it’s 6:10am, and I am so hungry right now. Abnormally hungry.
They passed around a collection plate afterwards. Aside from being cold I kept peeking when I heard movement to see where people were going. Didn’t’ want nobody over bear my purse. Ooh, the other cool thing was that when trying to clear my mind I envisioned Mike as a light. I also felt a little light body wise. We had to do some chant and I liked that. I liked the way I could feel the vibration of my vocal chords throughout my body.
Another side bar: I’m on the bus and the white lady who just sat beside me smells like Jheri Curl Juice.
I dunno if I will go back to meditation class again. Was talking to a foreign chick named Olga. She seemed nice, but when the conversation was turned to her she was uncomfortably vague. I asked her what she did and she was like I help middle class people with money. I was like, oh a financial planner. She was like not quite and she skirted around a real answer. I then felt duped like I had shared too much info about myself with her and she was probably pumping me for information getting read to scam me. I was the only black person there, but apparently there had been a black female in attendance before because some dude was like Hey, Tonya right???
I am so stoked about the MJ Bday Flashmob. Apparently Scream is the hardest choreography to learn and yep I was assigned to the group. We are gonna rock it. I gotta go outfit shopping. Wish I still had had those black pleather pants from high school.
Why this really short black lady on the bus always on her cell every damn morning? Who are you holding long, in-depth conversations with at 6:20am?
ANNOUNCING THE TOUR OF THE DECADE
If Chris Brown and Usher really do go on tour together they should title it THE CREAM YOURSELF TOUR.
IN THE YEAR 2000....IN THE YEAR 2000
I am officially old. There is a show coming on TV in the fall called My Generation and it soap operally chronicles the lives of some members of the Class of 2000.
Pointer Sisters Dream, Stuff I accomplished on 8-16-10, and Maw and Paw: the cutest little old couple ever
Just saw the cutest older couple; Maw and Paw. Maw was like 4 ft nothing with skinny jeans and the cutest espadrilles on. Paw had on a long sleeved henley, cargo shorts, and white addidas with a skull cap/baseball hat combo on. He saw with her at the bus stop til she got on the bus, then put his hands in hi pockets and walked off. From the back you cannot tell that he is elderly.
I deduct that my car has a 10 gallon gas tank because it too me $29.05 to pump 9.465 gallons and my gas hand was right above the empty line.
I have got to strive to be the best Monica I can be. I think I am a person who needs occasional validation or else I don’t see how great I really am. Yesterday was a pretty good day; store meeting: slayed them fools! Saw Shrek 4 and Donkey called Gingy a cracker! Had Sonic, got things together for the swap meet. Slept, ate, watched T.O., watched Mica Paris, put new sheet music on my musicnotes.com wish list.
The only 2 things that could have made this day better was Mike being here and a man to cuddle with as I went to sleep.
Totally forgot to report that, but I had a dream a couple of nights ago that I was at some gospel concert or a practice before a gospel concert and I was told to sing for The Pointer Sisters. I sang some gospel song they had written. The crack head one loved my voice and was something like..I’m gonna have fun with you and this song.” Weird, huh?
I deduct that my car has a 10 gallon gas tank because it too me $29.05 to pump 9.465 gallons and my gas hand was right above the empty line.
I have got to strive to be the best Monica I can be. I think I am a person who needs occasional validation or else I don’t see how great I really am. Yesterday was a pretty good day; store meeting: slayed them fools! Saw Shrek 4 and Donkey called Gingy a cracker! Had Sonic, got things together for the swap meet. Slept, ate, watched T.O., watched Mica Paris, put new sheet music on my musicnotes.com wish list.
The only 2 things that could have made this day better was Mike being here and a man to cuddle with as I went to sleep.
Totally forgot to report that, but I had a dream a couple of nights ago that I was at some gospel concert or a practice before a gospel concert and I was told to sing for The Pointer Sisters. I sang some gospel song they had written. The crack head one loved my voice and was something like..I’m gonna have fun with you and this song.” Weird, huh?
Dogs are to Slavery as...
You know I am just realizing how breeding dogs is like slavery. The puppies are taken away from their families with no say in the matter. I think dogs are pretty smart so Thor (the new puppy) has to be pretty weirded out and home sick right now. If I had animals and they bred, I couldn’t bring myself to sell away their offspring. Hence, I should not have multiple pets as I am emotionally predisposed to hoard.
I don’t know- a poem
I don’t know who you are. I don’t even know how you got here. I remember hearing about you the other day, but we ain’t cool. I don’t know what made you think we could share the same space. I don’t like what I’ve heard about you. And so far I don’t like what I see. What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you staring at me? I hate having to share this mirror with you. Your stank ass attitude. Your shit all over the counter. Bowing me out of the way. I’m thinking all this to myself. But dare not would I say. You are the worst kind. A jumbled ball of frustrations and contradictions. I can see your eyes and they’re wide open, but closed to the danger. I’m scared of you and sorry to see…that in myself I see you. Because it’s another side of me.
Why is it that I am drawn to tortured souls?
Why is it that I am drawn to tortured souls? Maybe it’s because we are one in the same.
Civil War and Wildfires
Why does there need to be a civil war reenactment in Long Beach? The war wasn’t even fought out here. Weird. This wildfire business s scary. Praying for Compton Crip and Ed.
7-29-10 Quote of the day
"That woman kissed his ass so good she had shit on her lips."
~Me in regard to all of the damn emails thanking the chief judge
~Me in regard to all of the damn emails thanking the chief judge
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Happy 52nd Birthday Michael...I Love You More
"ON AUGUST 29 OF 1958 AN ANGEL WAS BROUGHT TO THIS WORLD TO HEAL IT AND TO LOVE ALL PEOPLE IN IT "
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MJ
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