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Monthly Archives: December 2006
Thank god their lives are their own and not mine.
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Outside the Apollo, throughout the morning and into the evening, hordes of people assembled on both sides of 125th Street behind metal police barricades. They were a largely black crowd, young women and retired men, elderly couples and families with children. Mr. Brown’s tunes played from storefronts, and women danced to the beat and sang along to his 1968 song “Say It Loud — I’m Black and I’m Proud.” His image was everywhere: On T-shirts, posters, paintings people brought from home. The computerized Apollo marquee read, “Rest in Peace Apollo Legend, The Godfather of Soul, James Brown, 1933-2006.”
A Loud, Proud Send-off for an Icon of Soul The New York Times. December 29, 2006
A very enlightening post from a dude, Alan Leeds, who worked for James — or I should say, Mr. Brown — gives you an intimate sense of what the Godfather was really like. Here’s an excerpt:
“By then I was convinced that I wanted a career in music. No, not just music, black music. But I couldn’t have picked a worse time. In the immediate post-civil rights years, the black music industry was focused on taking control of itself – erasing the decades of institutionalized exploitation at the hands of mostly white record companies, managers, agents and promoters. Atlantic Records’ Gerry Wexler had been unceremoniously chased out of a prominent black music convention. Veteran r&b record exec Marshall Seahorn had been mugged and beaten by thugs. The message was clear. But the Godfather saw it differently. “Of course we gotta control our industry. And a lot of old cats gotta go. But pretty soon we’ll have enough control to relax. And then the brothas will recognize we need white cats like you who got it together and respect this music of ours if we’re ever gonna get it outa the ghetto. Don’t listen to them angry cats, just understand them. Meanwhile you come over here with me, there’s a place for you.”
my soon-to-be cousin in law is in this new ad for RED. she’s the gorgeous freckle-faced, green-eyed red head who says: “To our brothers and sisters dying of aids in Africa.”
Going in to work the day after Christmas blows. Blows. Never again will I do it. Unless I really want to. Today I’d much rather be at home sleeping. Recovering from holiday crapulence. It’s a waste for me to be here and I should never have agreed to it. Oh well — live and learn.
I drove back to the city from my parents’ at the crack of dawn this morning. Unloaded my stuff, checked on Aretha and then drove uptown. As I approached the red light on Hudson and W. 11th I noticed a man peering into the car as if he recognized me.
He started to cross the street and kept looking into the car. Next thing I know he dropped his pants ─ right there in the middle of the street. With his disgusting, pimply, flabby, saggy, old ass right there on display, he grabbed his unit and looked back to make sure I was watching. As light turned green, the truck he was standing in front of started honking and I peeled the hell outta there.
Sadly this is not the first time a dude has exposed himself to me. It’s happened a couple of times over the course of my life, and come to think of it most women I know have had some kind of encounter of this variety. And BTW, not all of them occurred in NYC. I recall an incident in South Bend one time. Think a guy was jacking off in front of my roommates and I or something like that. Nice.
Speaking of jack offs … has anyone seen the BMW commercial that mimics home video footage of two kids ─ a boy and a girl─ opening presents on Christmas morning? Thrilled by what he got, the boy starts screaming out and chanting “YES! YES! YES! YES!” and extending his right arm victoriously.
I hate this ad. As if the idea of getting a BMW for Christmas (or any car for that matter) isn’t crass enough, it’s topped off with the world’s most obnoxious kid screaming out in a shrill tone, evoking a time when the target audience members were mini douchebags as opposed to full sized ones. It may be even more distasteful than the Christmas Lexus campaign.
R.I.P. JAMES! You were Super Bad, and you changed the world. Keep it funky in heaven.
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