tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51399985846507097062024-03-14T08:59:50.446-07:00The Social Distance of Anthony D'JuanA Commentary on Social Relevance and Popular Cultureanthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-10401969715792511532011-08-20T19:43:00.000-07:002011-08-20T19:45:27.906-07:00"3" - a reflection of NAPPY HAIR AND OTHER BLACK GIRL BLUES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhekKgLB0CFOG-JkRRzNfmagCRbR1OLOQ8FvW8xgzS1uXGtFd-4SC3StavfnjunjBH7ccPKLZ1ZGrBtj72z8T-LrhBC6bM7ros-jFlKRHEXUV3g2L4soUKkGI0uplDbJF6FLAQU7h37OjRr/s1600/19675_244511961294_529781294_3377175_2318420_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhekKgLB0CFOG-JkRRzNfmagCRbR1OLOQ8FvW8xgzS1uXGtFd-4SC3StavfnjunjBH7ccPKLZ1ZGrBtj72z8T-LrhBC6bM7ros-jFlKRHEXUV3g2L4soUKkGI0uplDbJF6FLAQU7h37OjRr/s400/19675_244511961294_529781294_3377175_2318420_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643134787951894754" /></a>
<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Nappy Hair and Other Black Girl Blues</span> is a project four-years-in-the-making that Danielle conceived from experience of momentary (unexplained) hair loss & manifestation to celebratory vanity. “3” is a result of paring down a larger idea built from the former.
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<br />She called me in 2007 and blurted the title at me.
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<br /> “I have an idea for a one woman show called 'Nappy Hair and Other Black Girl Blues.”
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<br /> “A one woman show that YOU would do?”
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<br /> “Yeah. It's for me.”
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<br />Then she told me the concept.
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<br />As the conversation progressed she revealed she wanted my help in constructing it. We bantered for 45 minutes on concept, result, & structure (by “structure I mean we had no idea what we wanted). I loved the idea and became trapped by danger of conversation, philosophy & research. So taken, was I, with the idea – wrapped up in the study rather than creation – I couldnt write it for some time. I could see her shifting from one character to another. I could hear her voice by various pitch & physicality defined by circumstance, but I could not hear the words because I was too caught up in research (J.G. Ballard once said: “...research is the refuge of the unimaginative.”).
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<br />I can't pin point why she chose me for this project, though we share a long theatrical history. We got along well enough (seven years of friendship & not one argument, not even artistic clashes during the conception of this project), yet our differences split us like a drunken semi-truck through a corner store glass wall. She carries a healthy optimism while I drag my collected luggage from one part of life to the next. She holds unflinching faith & a healthy relationship with God while I claim “it's complicated.” She carries angelic charm, charisma, magnetism, fortitude, a soundtrack for her melodic aura, streamlined focus (in form of God's predestination), & universal appeal. I carry...the opposite & yet she came to me with her idea & I knew, with her kind of energy, it would be foolish & counter-productive not to go along with her.
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<br />I am not the straight laced, well behaved bloke one would expect Danielle to place in her company. Which could be (the more I plow the proverbial fields) the very reason she pulled me in. I've always lived life in a hurry & bound my life by restraints of creative growth – an outwardly irresponsible journey one takes until they hit the speed bump of adult hood & decide to “get serious.”
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<br />I never got serious. I think that's what Danielle saw.
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<br />The women in “3” (much like the characters throughout the series) represent a lack of spiritual confidence that plagues the larger majority of people. These are women I went to school with, over-heard at bus stops, danced with at night clubs, talked to in passing, dated, drank with & held long term friendships. These are women who cashed in dignity for narcissism. Devoted energy to pain & disloyalty to love. Women who respond to vengeance, rumors, false prophets, pop culture, bad music, fast food, idolatry, street codes & Old Testament existentialism...& I love every single one of them.
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<br />Their contradictions frighten me. The refusal to search for inner-self baffles me – & I can't see them any other way. There was no urge to “redeem” their vicious deeds. Nor did I feel compelled to save them for the sake of happy endings. To do any of this was not only false but a dishonor to these women all together. The theater is one of the few expressions (next to the novel) that allows room for absurdist rigamarole – a connection to life circumstance which frustrates the outside party. “3” was my way of stating: “...this does not always make sense because people don't make sense – neither to the outsider nor first person victim. These things just happen.”
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<br />When I completed the first draft of “3” in November 2009 (first several drafts of the script, prior to “3”, date back to 2007), Danielle wasn't certain about it.
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<br /> “I like it, but...” (fill in the blank)
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<br />My depression at that time was high & I had no energy to justify the play so I quickly dismissed the segment & figured the series had gone adrift into obscurity. Instead I wrote and published my two novels (both of them failures & now out of print) while time passed before Danielle & I spoke on the topic of Black Girl Blues again. The reappearance of the project unveiled from the same fog that swallowed it a year & a half prior. Upon becoming a Mother she read the script(s) again – “3” in particular – & encouraged me to give it another look. I resisted. I told her:
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<br /> “These are not likable characters.”
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<br /> “I know. But I love them.”
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<br />She hung up the phone & called back a week later.
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<br /> “I booked a space,” she said. “The show opens in September.”
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<br /> “What show?”
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<br /> “'3'”
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<br /> “We open in September?”
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<br /> “Mmm-hmm.”
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<br />(pause)
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<br /> “Just like that?!”
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<br /> “Yep!”
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<br />Then she hung up on me. I read the play. I agreed with her.
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<br />Danielle took the wheel and steered us off road into the backwoods with thick trees, wild animals & an instant cliff with a thousand foot drop. She plowed us, face first, on river rocks for our bodies to be devoured by mountain lions & wild shrimp. I laughed with pleasure at this unflinching approach. An approach I knew well but needed reminding by way of crashing land-slides & merciless ice storms. This is one of many times she has roused me from isolation (by way of gentle encouragement & push) to reprise our mission, our purpose while informing me life is hard, now get back to work – discipline I lived by & forgotten over time & tragedy. Danielle took this project as a personal road map towards upward mobility & artistic freedom. She didn't turn to another writer when things got difficult & life took turns. She stuck it out, trusted the message from God, gave me space during my (numerous) psychological episodes & quietly got me back on track. She rekindled my first love & inspired me to strive for a life of full creative freedom.
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<br />Which defines the essence of Danielle Mone' Truitt. She motivates one to say “Yes.” It's easy to trust her. Her intentions are pure & she doesn't seek blood nor call upon one to do more than has been properly distributed by God. She's one of the few actors who can be handed anything & give it life by fierce commitment & all the while never makes it look like work. She can turn it on & off & manage not to take it home with her. There's a healthy schizophrenic vein that ignites the truth of a character & dismisses mythology of acting. Her technique – despite understanding of craft – is non-traditional yet patriotic by process. Every role contributes to her distance of range & places her outside common limits, often, put upon Black artists. We're assumed by agencies & directors to lack range in ability since the job of the Black artists (according to the Civil Rights era) is to represent the Black experience, be it relevant by social standards or shallow exploits, which destroys humanity & buries complexity. Yet when complexity in Black art comes to the surface (George C. Wolf's “The Colored Museum” & “Jelly's Last Jam”, Wendell B. Harris Jr.'s “Chameleon Street”, Oscar Micheaux's “The Homesteder”, Ralph Ellison's “Invisible Man”, or Charles Burnett's “Killer of Sheep”) there is an awe of admiration followed by backlash with targets on content. The “shhhh, don't tell no one our secrets unless you're a black comedian” syndrome comes forth & stifles wit & complexity to release in-house perpetuated stereotypes & trivial followings. The unsettling result is a contradiction: we fear complexity because we fear our layers will make us look bad (through America history Black folks have had to prove to whites that we possess angelic purity which lifts the wicked from our actions), & yet we look bad by eschewing layers all together, leaving two voided dimensions & celebrating the minstrel show we call ourselves offended by.
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<br />This is not the route Danielle or myself have taken. We have lost the energy to complain & extended effort to make it happen. She has had just as much doubt on this project as I. We knew by undertaking an independent show, engulfed by theatrics, (in the age of short attention span & anti-relevance) meant risk. A large risk. And we have welcomed it with pounding hearts. The aspirations behind this show have been big from the origin & neither of us can see this in any other fashion. We've come this far. We've sparked an interest. At this moment it's all we can be grateful for.
<br />anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-48315263377746236592009-07-31T18:15:00.000-07:002009-07-31T19:08:31.547-07:00Nightbeats Screening: A Look Back<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOExEoJ4fXfxcezUGH9PUvJmrs_b6jmhcuoq_CzCtaaJI3OXAlQhgraGPxWS9y17bk4vRSliN3xraMaCJFuRZ7EihBM5ZW4KxHWNXoTg2jjV8KaBRdMuyYpkKHO9gsMx1UNVz7wst-oHg8/s1600-h/NB+Filmmaker+B+SIDE+3a.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOExEoJ4fXfxcezUGH9PUvJmrs_b6jmhcuoq_CzCtaaJI3OXAlQhgraGPxWS9y17bk4vRSliN3xraMaCJFuRZ7EihBM5ZW4KxHWNXoTg2jjV8KaBRdMuyYpkKHO9gsMx1UNVz7wst-oHg8/s400/NB+Filmmaker+B+SIDE+3a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364798575036004082" /></a><br />It's a fair gesture to assume the screening of "Nightbeats" [at the Crest Theater in Sacramento, CA July 29, 2009] a success. It confirms, director, Mike Carroll's trust in, not only the audience but the collected integrity of the film all together. The silence of the room during the screening denotes a firm interest in what was presented; along with the applause during credits, all of us involved felt a sense of relief even in the possibility of splitting the viewers. <br /><br />Some may not have "understood" the film. Its dense presentation supports the warning sticker "FOR ADULTS ONLY" -- which can be taken as lascivious outer play or tasteless attempts for pornographic rhetoric pawned off as "artistic expression." In truth "FOR ADULTS ONLY" translates the film's demand for maturity; it strips away the ideology of entertainment for its own sake and confesses the utopia of "a thinking person's film."<br /><br />Carroll, himself, sat biting his nails. In tune with every sound erupted from the viewers. One can imagine the hypersensitivity to his person along with the high shouldered excitement of the cast and crew involved. What made the screening difficult is "Nightbeats" leaves very little room for laughter -- often the saving grace from the perspective of contributors -- which can break the tension for the artist and provide insurance of the audience participation. <br /> <br />Carroll does not let his audience off the hook. He takes us by the collar and places us in the path of emotion and makes us dangle in the presents of all the imperfections that come along with the heart's tolerance. The most uncomfortable moment in the film is the seduction of Galen Howard, as the young solider Harold, and Foxworth; she takes a male position of disabling his innocence for self satisfaction while leaving the exploited Howard in post-climatic machismo that will later destroy his life and cripple his sexuality; this concurs with the rabid vulgarity of Lola -- played by Francesca Natividad -- with the naive Ginger (played beautifully by Julianne Gabert who manages to achieve the much envied power of presence) as well as the heartless rebound of Cece (the wonderful Kelly Nixon) in which Lola yanks her gutter life into the hands of destructive sexual imbalance. Carroll hammers home modern feminine sexuality without exploiting gender gaps. He does not play out male fantasy in shallow circumstances but rather explores his curiosity for female limits by way of philogyny -- a trait shared by filmmakers like Jonathan Demme, David Cronenberg and François Truffaut (and merely imitated by the likes of Lars Von Trier, Quentin Tarantino and Mike Figgis). Nor does Carroll present hope or fabricate his ending with grotesque utopia. Instead he blends the stylization with cause and effect; alludes to forward motions of life while leaving the carnage to blow in the dust. In the final shot of the city at a distance, with the rippling water beneath us and scattered fingers of David Blanchards brilliant musical contribution, the audience is drop jawed to revelations that are vivid enough to conjure denial. The ugly world we live in we often stifle to its positive outlook and eschew our latter-day faults as fractions of an "old self."<br /><br />The screening's aftermath was equally dense. Carroll, bravely, resisted justification of his film. He allows it to linger. "Nightbeats" penetrates the psyche and populates the gut with crammed discomfort, which erupts curiosity (the kind of curiosity only capable within the loins of ADULTS) and provokes study. He did not want to make a film for the moment. Carroll sought longevity and avoids pop culture. He embraces cinema, down to its bare celluloid, and contributes to the ideology of cinematic purity. This is a rare accomplishment without manipulation; a brave pursuit without pretensions; a gutsy reach that avoids self indulgence. "Nightbeats" stands as one of the proudest moments in my creative life. A moment I will hold close and proudly represent for years to come.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-24904336695088268642008-08-28T03:32:00.000-07:002008-08-28T03:50:05.337-07:00Musicians as Heros (and the dismissal of writers as artist)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Tp-teIYrBrkqvkgiml6azwnDwuUtTmCiwo9AhIiNXS31bOhBYmOViq0R835Z9VL4Mo3zPwSaADGe-IFihnJpFI4ANv3DkdmZ5k6VeXxjlDygOpOPfvyBUWxDiusCinevCfbOtxURLss-/s1600-h/49.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Tp-teIYrBrkqvkgiml6azwnDwuUtTmCiwo9AhIiNXS31bOhBYmOViq0R835Z9VL4Mo3zPwSaADGe-IFihnJpFI4ANv3DkdmZ5k6VeXxjlDygOpOPfvyBUWxDiusCinevCfbOtxURLss-/s400/49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239517139833185858" /></a><br />All of my true idols are musicians. <br /><br />This has been a fact I've never been able to escape -- going back as far as my infantile stage where my Father would blare his trumpet through the house shortly before he betrayed my Mother and she left him with me in her arms; or those times in the car with my Mother -- well after abandoning my Father -- as she would blare Marvin Gaye, Sade, and Heart. <br /><br />This carried over to my discovery of Prince. It didn't take long to fall in the trance of "Little Red Corvette." Nor was it a difficult sale with the likes of "Let's Pretend We're Married", "Something in the Water..." and "Free." This carried on to Purple Rain, Around the World in a Day, Under the Cherry Moon and the brilliant Sign O' The Times (perhaps the best Prince album until the release of Batman in 1989 and then The Rainbow Children in 2000). <br /><br />I was grabbed by Tears For Fears, The Beastie Boys, Run DMC, Public Enemy, Terrence Trent D'Arby (Prince had he been a UK native), The Time, Metallica, Pink Floyd, and Richard Marx. I introduced my Mother to NWA's "Fuck Tha Police" and Public Enemy's "Don't Believe the Hype" (my Mother, a woman of social relevance). <br /><br />I woke up everyday with these folks on my mind (them amongst others) and would ponder the "how to" in the wish of walking in their shoes. <br /><br />(How could I inherit the energy of Thelonius Monk? )<br /><br />(What would it take to become a member of New Edition?) <br /><br />(How long would it take before EPMD took me in as their third member?) <br /><br />I became intoxicated by the lives they lived. I took the addictions and infidelities as minor problems in comparison to the problems of being ordinary. For who, in their right mind, would want to be like Ken who ran the neighborhood store? Or Prim the barber? Not to mention, who wanted to be like all those in shirt and ties who count the days till Friday and bubble with anticipation for their up coming trips along the coast?<br /><br />How boring. And unimaginative.<br /><br />It was the life of the musician that I wanted. As much of a reader and lover of films as I've been, it always turns back to the music. <br /><br />(How can I create what The Roots create in music and apply it to my writing?) <br /><br />(In what way can I find the words of Mary J. Blige and convey them as beautifully as she?)<br /><br />For the writer works in isolation so long we forget the beauty of collaboration. Hence why I worry about the novelist. The novelist is in a room for months/years pounding out the book, before it's passed on to an editor and eventually to the public, where it becomes a best seller; and yet, she hardly gets to enjoy the reaction of the reader, considering the reader reads in as much isolation as the writer writes. <br /><br />Yet a musician can crank out a song and play it an hour later to a room full of listeners, and can tell, in seconds, how the song plays. If it has achieved the reaction she hoped for...<br /><br />(oh, what it would be to be a fly on the wall in a recording session with Tori Amos). <br /><br />It's a gorgeous notion that is full of romance and misguided outbursts. For the writer must wait. The writer must hope (in these times where illiteracy is a fashion) that a reader will respond. That a producer will forgo his usual anti-phonic nature and actually read what's given to her. The writer is pushed to the back burner. Even the long email has it's cut off point. For most receivers will have nothing to do with them. They check the length, close it out and claim they'll come back to it "later." While the musician can post a song and garnish 500 hits in an hour (be it the music great or terrible). <br /><br />(What was it like when the Skinny Puppys recorded "Cult?" How about Anthony Hamilton with "Since I Seen't You"?)<br /><br />Oh what it must have been like to be in the studio during the recording of What's Goin' On with Marvin Gaye and The Funk Brothers. What a session that must have been (captured beautifully in a 2000 article of MoJo magazine). A time of unpredictable creation. A time where Gaye was so dead against making love songs for What's Goin' On that when ever the urge to sing "Oh baby" would overtake him, he'd stop the session, retire to the back room where he'd masturbate the "baby" right out of him, and return to the lab before several puzzled faces. How the studio reeked of marijuana and alcohol. How Gaye shed his "pretty boy" look and replaced it with a beard and knit-cap. How Berry Gordy was dead set against the release of What's Goin' On; and in fact shelved the album until Gaye threatened to never recorded for him again. Gordy released the album...an hour later record stores were calling to request more copies...they had already sold out.<br /><br />(What about Lisa Lisa with "Let The Beat Hit 'Em"?)<br /><br />To watch an interview with Kwame', twenty years after the release of The Boy Genius, Featuring a New Beginning (an album he recorded, on his own as a demo tape, when he was seventeen years old), and hear how he has not fallen off the music scene; but rather he has taken his producing skills and used them quietly in the background. Or the esoteric Cody ChestnuTT with his double album The Headphone Masterpiece. The prolific and wonderful Phil Collins. The priceless sounds of Faith Evans and Jill Scott. How they cause me envy. How I long to have been that name in the liner notes under "lyrics by." "Produced by". "Executive Produced by"...<br /><br />The unstoppable Tom Waits, who has managed to make an entire career within underground culture, while not only sneaking his way into the ears of unannounced listeners, but managed to keep his integrity in tact during the process. The Roots (though they've had their little jingles with Volkswagen -- a shocking outcome) who are incapable of releasing an album not worth listening to from beginning to end with each play through. Sheryl Crow's The Globe Sessions (despite the fact that when she was asked to list her top hundred favorite albums of all times, there was not ONE black artist listed) stands out as a beautiful fusion of country and rock music. Though she refused to acknowledge the influence of black music, Crow's The Globe Sessions stands out in the blues department. Along side Chris Thomas King's ignored (and ridiculed) Dirty South Hip-Hop Blues, Crow managed to grasp a boundary often denied in music -- the simplicity of storytelling verses plot pointing. For Kings beautiful Dirty South...Blues encompasses a complete version of what Crow was going for with The Globe Sessions but couldn't reach; and yet King's album was ignored while Crow's was recognized. <br /><br />Eagle Eye Cherry's mediocre debut album Desireless, has managed to stand far beyond the fabrications of Ben Harper and Lenny Kravitz; for Desireless (a remake of the song by his father, Don Cherry), despite it's VH-1 friendly attempts, managed to work well based on "Save Tonight." However it's the title song, "Desireless" that deserves the props. Being the last track on the CD one manages to loose their disappointment from what they heard through the previous ten tracks, all for the orgasmic satisfaction of "Desireless" alone. Harper and Kravitz hardly accomplished this -- even with their two best albums (Fight For Your Mind, Harper and Are You Gonna Go My Way, Kravitz) neither of them have been able to live up to the myth they created around themselves. In the overrated documentary Standing In The Shadows of Motown (which did not honor The Funk Brothers the way they deserved) Harper attempts a throaty rendition of Motown music that hardly lives up to his wonderful remake of Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing" on Live From Mars. While Kravitz has spent more time being an imitation of himself (and the musicians he admires) to ever truly find his "voice" in the world of music, which causes him to be a joke...<br /><br />("But damn that boy can dress, ca'in't he???!!") <br /><br />Eagle Eye's sister, Neneh Cherry blessed the world with "Buffalo Stance", which gave me a nostalgia at the time of it's release. I wondered had I heard this song years previous and did I miss the years that passed (only to find out I had, when I realized the sample was from Malcom McLaren's "Buffalo Gals" in 1982...I was six years old). For Neneh was ahead of her time. Yet her presence was hardly appreciated (much like Simple' E & Sistah Soulja ). For at the time of "Buffalo Stance" (1989) we were a long way away from the black girl exploitation and Jezebel worships presented by OakTown's 357, Lil Kim, and Foxxy Brown. At this time we were on the heels of Queen Latifah, Monie Love, and MC Lyte -- three female Emcees who understood the essence of internal sexuality -- not to mention Janet Jackson's pseudo-important Rhythm Nation, 1814, who's "message" was diminished (much like the title of Ice Cube's AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted) when the big secret was let out that 1814 came from the "R" as the 18th and "N" the 14th letters of the alphabet; even still, Jackson's album still held together (though she has never matched the perfection she achieved in 1997's The Velvet Rope). <br /><br />The breakthroughs and breakdowns are all that make the idolization of musicians well worth the fantasy. The myth behind musicians shuns the life of the writer all to hell. We writers are onlookers; whores; limp-dicks at a gang-bang. In comparison, we hardly have the pleasure of disaster the way the musician does. Musicians are examples of "doing" while writers are examples of "talking." We were once honored and envied...and with the exception of poetry (an art form on the tipping point of chaos, yet saved by Saul Williams and Sarah Jones) we are missed in our endeavors; for the poet can easily translate to "song writer." The poet still represents romance. Unlike the novelist or the playwright who are regarded as drunken narcissists who can hardly see past their computer screens. We're boring. We're drug addicts. We're obsessive. <br /><br />...as are musicians. Which is why we find ourselves "relating" to them. We want to write about them and convey their sound the best we can on paper and convince the reader that what we've written about them -- using terms like "melodic" and "organic" -- is as close to the music as they'll get short of buying the album.<br /><br />But this is nonsense.<br /><br />There is no such thing as a music writer. Sure, there are those who have put it out wonderfully (Armond White & Mosi Reeves are the ONLY ones worth their salt when it comes to music writing) and yet the others fall short in not so much the descriptions...but the understanding of music all together. There is no "knowing" with music. There is only being. Hardly does music require one to break down it's meaning; but it does require one to appreciate it as a gift to the world. Music supports mood. Music encourages nostalgia. Music destroys sloth. Music breathes life into dead air. Gives hope to the soul'less and inspires the pessimist. Music represents the voice of God and allows us to embrace our contradictions, our suicidal tendencies and our driftings towards the unknown. We call on music in times of grace and times of slumber. We choose music over the Bible. Over physical love. Over race relations. We need music. Without it, we're dead.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-6574834581479473112008-06-26T04:07:00.000-07:002008-06-26T04:10:43.092-07:00Mixed Tapes: featuring R. Kelly & Roman Polanski<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvkooO4kVzQ3YiW2x4FnwXd-KqgjT9FP0lBNEuk8zn2vZuuPqJhZwoyQqZqH9y2jjdQCABGi9Aj8GZJ4EwKjwkhvPciLYjSYAChevOjCH1WtRXV7VX10iXByX1lkUhXZmFJF_7QSQRhyphenhyphenh/s1600-h/Young+Girl+Defending+Herself+against+Eros.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvkooO4kVzQ3YiW2x4FnwXd-KqgjT9FP0lBNEuk8zn2vZuuPqJhZwoyQqZqH9y2jjdQCABGi9Aj8GZJ4EwKjwkhvPciLYjSYAChevOjCH1WtRXV7VX10iXByX1lkUhXZmFJF_7QSQRhyphenhyphenh/s400/Young+Girl+Defending+Herself+against+Eros.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216145925715022482" /></a><br />Roman Polanski's 1977 charge of underage sex with Samantha Gailey juxtaposed to R. Kelly's recent charge of sex tapes and pissing, is a collision of idiotic ego based on status rather than the act itself. Kelly's unwillingness to admit his crime, verses Polanski's shameless confession (Samantha Gailey was thirteen at the time, and Polanski, when asked how old he thought Gailey was, replied: "I am aware she was thirteen") is a true understanding of artistic merit. We saw Woody Allen suffer bouts of shame for hooking up with his step daughter. We watched OJ Simpson walk free (only to confess his crime in other ways). We watched Kobe Bryant get dismissed and we witnessed Michael Jackson walk his way into the butt of all jokes (a few months ago Jackson "offered" to share a world tour with Prince; to which Prince, politely declined). <br /><br />And now we have R. Kelly, complete with die hard proof, in the spot light of high profile shame...and he's pissed off about it. <br /><br />Polanski, Kelly, Bryant, Allen, and Simpson all benefit from their iconic status. One would wonder about the truth behind the operations of the American justice system. One would also wonder how Americans are able to accept some horrific acts (Polanski; Bryant; Kelly) and be shamed by others (Allen; Clinton; Simpson). In our hearts we know the absurdity; not to mention we understand if that were to be us the "trial" would be more like a quick decision of fate. <br /><br />These acts are almost acceptable (and in some cases, expected) within the creative world. Artists (basketball and football players, by the way, are not artists) are people who live for what they do; and within this way of life, the "rules" of the world don't apply. It's a truthful contradiction that does not excuse the act, but when one digs into the mind of a creative person it, roughly, makes sense. We trace back to Edgar Allen Poe and the marriage to his cousin. Fyodor Dostoevsky and his endless gambling debts and love for hookers. Louis Carroll and his lust for twelve year olds. Marlon Brando and his bouts of womanizing and homosexual experimentation. These few examples are an indication of the artists mind and how it interprets trouble for inspiration. For an artist must be open minded (despite the possible consequences) in order to continue in a creative form. Artists -- in comparison to the civilian world -- are mentally malfunctioned in a way that sets them apart from your average State Worker. For when a State Worker commits an act of pedophilia and infidelity, that State Worker is pegged to be "stupid." Not that we don't say "Michael Jackson's stupid" or "Woody Allen is a pervert." However a State Worker cannot redeem himself through his innovative filing techniques to gain the respect of his peers. But R. Kelly can piss on a girl, go record the horrific "Trapped In The Closet" and suddenly gain the badge of respect from the public. Despite the fact that Kelly's acts have been glorified jokes, most of his fans say, "He's a rapists, but damn that 'Trapped In The Closet' was the shit!"<br /><br />The artists has the responsibility of being irresponsible while releasing an interpretation to the world. Granted, there are very few, actual, artists left; but those who are true to who they are (Johnny Depp, Ben Folds, D'Angelo, Mel Gibson) find themselves in deep shit more times than they care to admit. If the artist has no room to live in the world, then they, certainly, cannot be expected to communicate the truth. There are those (Neil LaBute, Tim Robbins, and, at one point, David Mamet) who can interpret the world from a distance without getting their hands dirty. There are also those who get their hands dirty in safer ways (Steven Soderbergh, Sam Sheperd) and still manage to convey a relatable essence to our darker encounters in life's journey towards death. However, there are those (Larry Clarke, Harmony Korin, David Bowie, Sean Penn) who allow themselves to feel the suffering, and in fact, beg for it just for the sake of authenticity. Not to mention there are those who, simply, never grew up. Why? For one to commit themselves, fully, to the life of creativity, requires sacrifice in maturity. One cannot plow the depths of humanity and effectively communicate this without a sense of child-like drive. For it is the child within us that allows the true artist to come to the surface. True creative people are rude, sarcastic, self-involved, high, depressed, atheist, cowardly bastard motherfuckers who will take the death of their own Mother as a source of inspiration rather than a loss. They will drown their sorrows in liquor and dark humor, as oppose to tears of sadness and morbid outcries. They will scream out "FUCK THAT SHIT!" and suffer the humiliation of their drunken verbiage, while shamelessly calling old flings and digging the hole of trouble deeper with no regrets, until they sober up. And even in sobriety, the artist will justify their actions as such: "I am an artist. So I have the right."<br /><br />This is not the case for R. Kelly. <br /><br />Kelly's journey to artistic suicide, post pissing, does not fit within the same status as Polanski. Polanski fucked up, but he turned around and made Chinatown, The Pianist, Death and the Maiden, and Oliver Twist. In order for Kelly to reach the point of dismissal, he would have to do far better than Woody Allen's Deconstructing Harry or Match Point. Or even D'Angelo's Brown Sugar and Voodo combined. But Kelly can't do this because he does not own his shitty nature. He pawns it off as a "misunderstanding" rather than a die hard fact of his perversions. An artist who does not like fucking is an artist who has not connected with his/hers true creativity. So it is not unusual that Kelly would have a lust. But Kelly's disorder in thinking he would actually get away with what he has done without embracing the nature he is allegedly blessed with (an artist who can see the act can also see the consequence) is an easy route to a "fuck you." <br /><br />Kelly feels his crime is fame, not young girls. As a result of this, Kelly tries to maintain the idea of image while sacrificing his creative integrity. Granted, I am not (and never have been) a fan of Kelly -- along side Usher, his music is an example of a "fuck me" soundtrack, that has no intentions beyond carnal collision. However, an artist is born with contradictions. And if the artist refuses to accept them, their level of creativity will be reduced to nothing.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-16047898626942096052008-05-05T17:25:00.000-07:002008-05-05T17:37:11.354-07:00Jill Scott's "The Thickness" and Social Relevance to Black Girl Self-Esteem<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyBiEh4BN2zk0MaQzN_IOJ29F54sNzvulCKKK9EPYd6-lc2TueaosPj_DDsBUVoNjZ9KYGAejB71gQNvtwsVN4pWBJFKAKPSmKBspRezcY3Jq6mG87dYgsUQkDcwt8TSxs_OJRHn0ppQD/s1600-h/jill_scott.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyBiEh4BN2zk0MaQzN_IOJ29F54sNzvulCKKK9EPYd6-lc2TueaosPj_DDsBUVoNjZ9KYGAejB71gQNvtwsVN4pWBJFKAKPSmKBspRezcY3Jq6mG87dYgsUQkDcwt8TSxs_OJRHn0ppQD/s400/jill_scott.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197057258368223954" /></a><br />My early issues with Jill Scott, back in 2000 when "Who Is Jill Scott: Volume One" came out were rooted in my selfish comparisons to Lauryn Hill, Mary J. Blige, Faith Evans, and Eryicka Badu (and to some degree, Angie Stone). I played her first album over and over, and could not get passed how self indulgent I thought the album was. However, at the time, I was experiencing several run in's with bad spoken word, riddled with empty metaphors and man-hating jargon that drove me to adopt a prejudice for anything that resembled spoken word. So for that year Jill Scott fit the bill and was well within range for me to fire my criticism.<br /><br />But Jill Scott's "The Thickness" (along with "Golden" and her ENTIRE third album) reminded me of her gift. We must not forget, she penned the hook for The Roots "You Got Me" that Erycka Badu sang; not to mention her single "Long Walk" garnished attention (though my favorite from her is "The Way"). Scott's "The Thickness is a harsh insight at the early hormonal development of modern day girls. The quick blossoming of tits and ass, to distort the internal human within, has caused a horrifying exploitation for female advancement. The song is primarily driven by the struggle for Black women, yet it's directed at all women. All women who are exposed to the ass shaking and lip licking that passes by in videos that has "nothing to do with the song." Jill Scott puts it out for us in plain English and does not attempt to bury her message in quasi-metaphors; but rather unleashes the Urban frustration with mind boggling reality that evokes head bobbing, several "Mms" and "Mm-hm's" (to indicate that we're with her) and laughter. She reveals self-hatred at it's core. The type of hatred that begins with popular culture and mis-education. That expands from Urban rhetoric only intended to manipulate rather than motivate. That explodes into several years worth of confusion and curses behind mindless mistakes that eventually causes an apocalyptic life shift and mis-directed hatred that black women often turn inside out (when they become disillusioned of eventual happiness, and settle into pessimism).<br /><br />Scott's message is "self responsibility." Not so much the Bill Cosby or John McWhorter ideology, but the old method of black folks on the block where all the neighbors were deputized to whoop the ass of any child that was acting out; not to mention a child that was walking her way into self destruction. In other words, Scott encourages self responsibility with a little help from the entire block. For we are designed to teach one another; and by allowing a hands off approach when one sees a girl's self destruction in sight denotes that the voyeur would do well to have inflicted the problem they're selves. Scott tells us that we are responsible. And the problem is NOT an individual problem. But a community problem. The inner separation in Urban life has caused an uproar of Li' Kim's and Foxxy Brown's to swan dive to their untreated psychosis, while allowing themselves to be bitch slapped by societal stereotypes (not to mention the proverbial R. Kelly piss in the face of now allowing themselves to be called a "bitch"; along side "nigga", they are the two most universally used insults to ever lose their meaning). Scott's attempt is to derail the Jezebel before she does too much damage; and if we don't unite and put a stop to it "It is our fault!"<br /><br />Thank you Jill Scott.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="355" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBxelIcEw7M&hl=en"><br /> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /><br /> <param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBxelIcEw7M&hl=en" /><br /></object>anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-21487295545007470332008-04-05T21:59:00.000-07:002008-04-05T22:19:08.907-07:00Rants Through The Social Distance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTUNjJOUoQVvzgzF3tJdDz_Hxn31CBF52_hoVTMT5-Jh1ovm4fubEkIGoZvXN3O9EKWiDY27ahyFq7tI1sElZh1zVGKZebw3afMVoWFzMdAYP0H-NZkTYmx5bZ1UUZpqT3iLPU8kuDcb-/s1600-h/0,,5517790,00.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTUNjJOUoQVvzgzF3tJdDz_Hxn31CBF52_hoVTMT5-Jh1ovm4fubEkIGoZvXN3O9EKWiDY27ahyFq7tI1sElZh1zVGKZebw3afMVoWFzMdAYP0H-NZkTYmx5bZ1UUZpqT3iLPU8kuDcb-/s400/0,,5517790,00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185997109211507282" /></a><br />Every once in awhile I like to delve into <span style="font-style:italic;">The Social Distance</span> and find random rants that fit the mood. Granted, my moods are not necessarily your moods (often times my moods have NOTHING to do with anyone else); however, the moods push me to give mention to things that please and annoy me at the same time. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The Social Distance</span> is about finding a true individuality. Not the type of individuality that places the square peg perfectly in the square hole; but rather the Social Distance that encourages one to find their own thought process. When it comes to this mission, I am far from it. Shit, I'm almost thirty-two and I'm still in search for the point of view that is completely mine. But I do feel as though I'm close. I've lived long enough to be OK with the solo drum I march to, where the beat is slightly off kilter -- not quite Max Roach and not quite ?uestLove -- but enough that it makes a BANG that can bob heads.<br /><br />So here's my list for now in the random rant of The Social Distance.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Bill Clinton says: "Chill Out":</span><br />and suddenly it becomes a news channel slogan. the term has been in American vocab for more than twenty years, and when Bill Clinton says it the term becomes a staple. it's hard to swallow and annoying to hear. i don't think we have to mention the obvious of how blacks created, whites profit from it; which only encourages us to create more. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Roots:</span> <br />can they please make an album that sucks? it's insane, that all they do is get better. as people we look forward to artists making mediocre albums (Common, "Be" & "Finding Forever",Kanye West "Late Registration", Outkast "Stankonia", "Speakerbox /The Love Below"), but The Roots can't seem to find their mediocre side...they just might go down as one of the greatest group of all times. Shit. Who can lie? They already are.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Barak Obama:</span><br />there is nothing pointless about his campaign. this may well come off as a dis on Hillary, but she has an annoying motherly approach that would make one feel limited by morals. Obama's morals are everything that we as children always said we would employ if we were to become president. it's a saving grace and almost too good to be true. however i will say that to have a Black president and a Woman vice president would be an ideal and long over due set up for America. this would allow America and the UK to flush the George W. Bush and the Tony Blairs down the sewers of forgotten mistakes.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sasha Grey:</span><br />her world wide fame has caused the haters to reveal themselves and the fans to go over the top. she is about to be the greatest porn star, gone mainstream, since Nina Hartley and Ron Jeremy. it's hard to touch her and it's hard to truly tap into her talent...she's an enigma in her own clarity. yet, when one looks closely it is easy to see a human being with depth that travels beyond our frame of thought for an activist for "Sex Positive" women. one can look at her and see themselves. i'm not just saying this cuz she's a friend of mine. i'm saying this because i've watched porn since childhood; and my list of "great porn stars" is short; and those whom i consider great are only great because they've taken themselves outside the world of pornography (Nina Hartley,Nyrobi Knight, Kaitlyn Ashley, Belladonna, and Houston) and gravitated themselves to the world of humanity. the type of humanity where they don't seem so far fetched. they can easily be your very own girlfriend if you look hard enough. Sasha Grey joins this rank of brilliance.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tori Amos:</span><br />like The Roots (and Nelly Fertado) she continues to push her limits. the outcome is a mind blowing mix of confession and internal vanity, that is presented with pure commitment that one cannot deny. she does not slow herself (as does Fiona Apple -- even in the cosmos of her brilliance); nor does she exploit herself (like Jewel). she grabs hold of her inner-self and shamelessly allows the world to either take it or leave it. not to mention, she's the only singer on earth who could effectively say: "I am an M-I-L-F, don't you forget" and never cause a thinking person to slump with an "oh God!" but rather to hear her say that the response is more like: "Did she just say that? Yes she did! And it works!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Eminem:</span><br />ah, this seems to cause a lot of cocked heads and "huh?(s)" to surface themselves upon mentioning his name. however, Eminem's popularity can be easily shot down for the sake of his outrageous rap method, that seems to have become a cliche for the artist himself. however, when one listens to Eminem -- from "The Slim Shady LP" up to "Encore" (his most introspective album of them all, next to "The Marshall Mathers LP") -- one can see a progression from "My Name Is" to "Mosh." "Mosh" appears to be in the ranks of Rage Against the Machine's bleeding heart revolution; but it's actually closer to the likes of Ice-T's brilliant "Cop Killer." <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Alfonso Jackson:</span><br />he joins the ranks of Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson for "The Head Negro Extortioner" clan. and that's all that needs to be said about that.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Lil Bush:</span><br />a wonderful satire that puts the condition and mishandling of this country in perfect view. the show has no choice but to go right to the gut of Bush, without appearing to be reaching or out of bounds.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-56117805358602375912008-03-31T18:31:00.000-07:002008-03-31T18:48:54.698-07:00The Second Black President<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNnUPy72KpR1xLK1arMz_2L0lzfszuU28S7MhslYL_Zl2RZguofQYI46IVsjHZTpsScJQYlfSzjWNjCHmJdUDe5J0GekF7ksHFfSseuEOhmMRySJzLExYO5eMQNJ_cBqOT-In6vFvgIJi/s1600-h/CARI.Obama.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNnUPy72KpR1xLK1arMz_2L0lzfszuU28S7MhslYL_Zl2RZguofQYI46IVsjHZTpsScJQYlfSzjWNjCHmJdUDe5J0GekF7ksHFfSseuEOhmMRySJzLExYO5eMQNJ_cBqOT-In6vFvgIJi/s400/CARI.Obama.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184087261809027458" /></a><br />When author Toni Morrison proclaimed Bill Clinton as "our first black President" it was enough to evoke pause, confusion, frustration, and anger. To hear this from the author of <span style="font-style:italic;">The Bluest Eye, Sula, Jazz</span>, and <span style="font-style:italic;">Beloved</span> (some of the most complex books on black culture since Ralph Ellison's <span style="font-style:italic;">Invisible Man</span> and Alice Walker's <span style="font-style:italic;">The Color Purple</span>), one might need to step back and consider her perspective. Morrison is not an idiot. Her esoteric mind is responsible for the brilliant darkness beneath the surface that infects a small Ohio town in <span style="font-style:italic;">Jazz</span>; for the longing of a black girl to not be who she is (having gone beyond the abuse of Celie in <span style="font-style:italic;">The Color Purple</span>) with <span style="font-style:italic;">The Bluest Eye</span>; the local blacklisting in <span style="font-style:italic;">Sula</span>. So for Morrison to step up and claim Bill Clinton to be "our first black President" is not only a cause for disturbance, but a cause for an outcry of irony because Morrison's point was unbelievably accurate when one takes the statement within context. <br /><br />Her reference was from the Bill Clinton blow-job, gone public, in that he garnished understanding from black men around the world accompanied with shrugs from men of all colors and praise in rap music (Too $hort used Clinton as the launch pad in the declaration of "Player's Holiday", featuring Mac Dre, Mac Mall, and Ant Banks when saying "The President did what?...awe, that's all good, baby."). Not to mention embraced his loose nature, even within the denial, as a tribute to human error. For in black culture human error is a cause to forgive, while keeping it firmly locked in memory. Not that blacks would turn a blind eye to such an action (while making it the butt of all jokes on Def Comedy Jam), but blacks are more apt to understand a slip up than conservative whites; especially if the slip up comes from someone that blacks relate to. <br /><br />Morrison states it perfect in her defense for Clinton when she wrote:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><blockquote>"...white skin notwithstanding, this is our first black President. Blacker than any actual black person who could ever be elected in our children's lifetime. After all, Clinton displays almost every trope of blackness: single-parent household, born poor, working-class, saxophone-playing, McDonald's-and-junk-food-loving boy from Arkansas."<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></blockquote></span><br /><br />She goes further in saying that the backlash he received would have been less extreme had it been an actual "white" president. For infidelity is top priority for men in power (white men especially). Therefor the Clinton scandal created a cause for Clinton to be considered "one of us" while, like most blacks in power, going on to make a bigger fool of himself by creating the newest annoying slogan (twenty years too late and stolen from black culture) with the whole "Chill Out" madness in regards to Hillary (needing) to drop out the race. <br /><br />But that is neither here nor there.<br /><br />Barak Obama is a direct contribution to the strange twist American culture has taken over the last ten years. In a time where the golfer to idolize is black, the rapper topping the charts is white, Queen Latifah is doing Jenny Craig commercials and Oliver Stone is making PG-13 movies, it is not an unreasonable bout that we might potentially have our official "first black President" by the end of the race. Despite Morrison's defense of Clinton (along side her claim in his defense of victim-hood) the relevance of Obama tops the Clinton "blackness" for the simple fact that his clean cut approach might be toeing the line, while being much less dangerous than the presences of Clinton. It's interesting how this works, because white people actually feel a calm in Obama's presence instead of worry. Not that this is going to make the "nigger" comments go away; it is more like Obama will be placed in the "safe-Negro" category, along side Will Smith and Denzel Washington, and looked upon as a model for black men to aspire to. <br /><br />This does not stop the internal racism within black culture who question if Obama is "black enough." The fact that a black candidate is closer to presidency than any one before him is not enough for blacks to smile with a gleam of hope. It is taken that there must be some Uncle Tom buried down there some place, and we should be of the interest of NOT trusting him (as we find the room to shout "WE WAS ROBBED" upon Alfonso Jackson's resignation from HUD after suspicion of special treatment towards friends of his ...then again, Jackson may be thought of as an Uncle Tom solely based on his twenty year friendship with President Bush), just in case he turns out to not play the game the way we always dreamed a black president would. <br /><br />Strangely enough, the criticism from Obama's blackness came down strong from writer/professor Shelby Steele. Steele states that by going to an all black church which is "intellectually beneath him" he is not only selling himself short by surrounding himself with his own kind, but denying his white mother who raised him. Steele states that who Obama is comes from a direct influence from his white mother, not the black church; and so, essentially, for Obama to attend such a church is more of an attempt to please the black voters at the expense of his heritage. <br /><br />Steele may have a point, but his claim is not nearly as accurate as Morrison's statement of Clinton as "our first black President." Steele is telling us that by attending a black church and denying his mother (Obama has never, one time, denied his Mother; these were actions done by Fredrick Douglas and August Wilson), Obama is actually deceiving the black community by being a politician rather than a spiritual being. In a sense Steele feels that Obama should not attend the church, surround himself with more "diversity" and claim his white roots along side his black roots, while allowing them to flow through the same vein. Ironically Obama's universality and closeness with a wide range of people is not only an honor to his mother, but a greater fusion with black culture. Obama is proving the theory of "legacy" through action not through coaxing. Not that Steele has missed the point, but Steele's lack of belief in the potentiality of a black president is a let down at the least, and betraying at the most. Steele's pessimism, mistaken for "reality", comes off as self-hating and welcomes the internal limitations within black culture rather than dismissing them (along side Randall Kennedy). To make a claim that Obama does not have a chance at winning the election is NOT living in reality; it's living in oblivion; for Obama's chance to become the second black president becomes more of a clear vision as the days go on.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-31229813921707067752008-03-29T15:04:00.000-07:002008-03-29T15:09:20.264-07:00Coming Soon: The Next Virginia Tech<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRBibeDVtHkdtl8G_XgcfAdRxu6V7tWS-MC94vkdyITYhgvxoxnJUsenMNDrvnu6qcIesvAp9Q4MD5q-FVd-2_NlEnK7DkiM4wku23HYKqva_3n1ye0HVeDJNHm9EObCuU9QPyTIXBpFfH/s1600-h/1279the-boondocks-posters.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRBibeDVtHkdtl8G_XgcfAdRxu6V7tWS-MC94vkdyITYhgvxoxnJUsenMNDrvnu6qcIesvAp9Q4MD5q-FVd-2_NlEnK7DkiM4wku23HYKqva_3n1ye0HVeDJNHm9EObCuU9QPyTIXBpFfH/s400/1279the-boondocks-posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183288526740990258" /></a><br />It's the classic reaction from a filmmaker when viewing such a sight that makes one say: "I never could have directed that." <br /><br />This poses true on the video below, which shows a killer in the making. The child resembles Huey P. Freeman from Aaron McGruder's "The Boondocks", while also revealing how Huey P. Freeman became so militant; the same reason that Huey P. Freeman will grow up to either make a difference, or snap on society with blazing barrels screaming about "THE CAUSE!!" Freeman's protest is important in youth for the sake of urban expression of anger (channeled through hip-hop, spoken word, and the culture of video games). Though the anger is often buried beneath questions (and a lost mentality in creation of "the thug"), the "fuck you" expression can be a healthy release for future adult bliss. <br /><br />Not the case, unfortunately, for the child in the video (who must be between the age of 8 and 10). Here the child is told that his Christmas gift is an Xbox -- the very gift he's been wanting all year long. He glows with excitement as he unwraps his Christmas gift; a gift that results in a cause of deception through cruel satire and family guilt. For the child is expected to "understand" the hardships of the working class; and to ask for such a gift, on Christmas, in their eyes, is a call for this child to be taught a lesson; and this lesson cannot be done by verbal communication and luring him to understand; but rather through ablatant act of betrayal that will sever the trust in this child's bones for the rest of his life. What the family is missing is that the child is being a child; to ask for an Xbox is not an act that deserves a cruelty beyond the measures of human tolerance (they would have been better off spanking him), but rather a "No" for the sake of clarity; yet the family feels such an act is not cruelty, but rather an important part of life. In other words:<br /><br />"You will be let down your entire life. So you might as well get use to it, right here, in your own home."<br /><br />What makes it worse is that the asshole who not only taped the unwrapping, but posted it on You Tube, will forever move through life without guilt based on the support of his family (who ripples with the "crab" mentality carried by black folks since the late 1800's). Their laughter of the joke turns to anger when the child responds with sadness. A sadness he is forced to keep inside, because if he cries he deserves to be punished further. The family does no clue in on what can come of this. How this child will grow and become vicious. When this happens they will have the nerve to say: "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONGWIT'CHO ?!!" forgetting their satirical backfire that created a monster; a monster that goes beyond Huey P. Freeman, and destroys the potential importance he might contribute to the growth of America.<br /><br />An act like this answers the questions when one grows to commit horrific crimes. Acts like this answer the "why" when it comes to Columbine and Virginia Tech. The neglect this child feels, while trying to soak up every ounce of hurt he can muster, is an insight to the psyche of American children. The family is a prototypical working class black family (similar to "white trash") with too many people in the house, all of them clawing to one up each other, and elevate themselves bymitigating others. The level of "love" is low based on the surrounding self-esteem, and old world Southern tactics blacks take on their children. Though, this is not limited to the South (it lives in urban areas across America), but one may recall Richard Wright's "Black Boy", and his puzzled responses to the beatings and cruel tactics of black parents in the South. These types of acts spawn hatred, mistrust, and wrath that sits deep enough to wait for the correct moment to react. For one should be prepared to view this video again, the day this child snaps. When/if this happens, the answers to the "why" will be right here in front of us.<br /><br />Enjoy.<br /><br />- d'juan<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhO-OE931D4&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhO-OE931D4&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-32044011594549648482008-02-15T11:20:00.000-08:002008-02-15T12:38:11.446-08:00Black Music In The Absurd (a remembrance of the 90s)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqv7xrfil1zE62yv0P2N8b69cyBCPGB8Tx20o4VecVGzHTqkxAfz0fLAIv91rwKjEpZH4ZUWh8M5J4IYcfjvTTLz055tT2ARy36bJIAI0Q5221bSersWuoWTxRUhWJ0tELmi15uxFwd3Ph/s1600-h/Babyface+-+Face+2+Face.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqv7xrfil1zE62yv0P2N8b69cyBCPGB8Tx20o4VecVGzHTqkxAfz0fLAIv91rwKjEpZH4ZUWh8M5J4IYcfjvTTLz055tT2ARy36bJIAI0Q5221bSersWuoWTxRUhWJ0tELmi15uxFwd3Ph/s400/Babyface+-+Face+2+Face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167291169873060514" /></a><br />Black music has had the reputation to inspire, not only through innovative rhythmic break-throughs (not to mention, the ability to adapt American ways and turn it into culture; a culture that would not exist if not for Black influence), but through irony. Songs of pain and hope filled with fictional and outrageous outcomes -- all in pursuit of freedom and acceptance -- makes Black music the cornerstone to Americas musical heritage (much like the Minstrel show is the origin of American Musical Theater). Black music toyed with the absurd, going all the way back to African folklore to slave verse to blues to Rock 'N Roll. The absurdity was ironic (immortalized by the Jews) and carried an inner pain that forced the song writer to exploit his/her most self-indulgent confessions. Leadbelly did this with "John Hardy." Skip James with "Hard Time Floor Killin' me Blues" and "Devil Got My Woman." In later years, Chris Thomas King did this with his album "Dirty Hip-Hop Blues", which was forgotten along side Justin Warfield and Cody ChestnuTT. What modern America forgets is that King, Warfield, and ChestnuTT reminded us of Black absurdity in music which is, all too often, confused for the brainless (think Genuwine; think H-Town; think Teddy Riley -- Black music that corrupted creative conduct, and snuffed out the light in risk and replaced it for capitalism). <br /><br />However the 90s found room in remembering the Black absurd and gave us songs that were a beautiful reminder that music of the absurd -- both musically and lyrically -- is/was still a possibility. The purpose of the absurd is self-indulgence with limited relatability. In other words, if you get it, you get it; if you don't, you don't. That's all there is to it; and at times one may not get it at all; in fact the song could be laced with so much absurdity that it is not intended to be anything other than the artists inner expression, put to music as best it can (other times it can be a love/hate letter to a certain someone, and we are given the lyrics as an external sketch for internal longing or pain). Think Marvin Gaye's "Trouble Man." Male woes lead by complexity, in search for release while embracing the contradictions within:<br /><br />"I come up hard (baby)<br />but now I'm cool,<br />I didn't make it<br />sug'a,<br />playin' by the rules.<br />I come up hard (baby)<br />but now I'm fine,<br />I'm takin' trouble,<br />sug'a,<br />movin' down the line."<br /><br />Rarely does male complexity come out in modern music; though D'Angelo succeeded with this in the obscure, yet straight forward "Shit, Damn, Motherfucker" about walking in on a sex-affair between his wife and best friend:<br /><br />"Why,<br />the both'uh yous<br />buck-ball naked?<br />Why,<br />the both'uh yous<br />buck-ball naked?<br />'M tellin' you what's on my mind,<br />'m 'bout'tuh go get my nine,<br />and kill both'uh ya'lls behind."<br /><br />The singer Joe nailed it with "All The Things (Your Man Won't do)" when he admits his intentions of destroying a boring love affair by charming the woman's vulnerability with his superior (financial) intentions of an infidelic joy-ride through a temporary escape. Joe has no intentions of love (never once does he say "I love you"), but rather intentions of showing the woman a "better life" (a popular topic in 90s music, next to slow wine-dine-love making -- a much more polite notion with male one-track-mindedness):<br /><br />"I'll put a string of pearls right in your hand<br />make love on a beach of jet-black sand,<br />out here in the rain,<br />we can do it all night.<br />I'll touch all the places he would not<br />in zones he never knew<br />would get you hot.<br />Nothing is forbidden,<br />when we touch."<br /><br />Joe plays into urban life escapism ("One day, we're all gonna be rich"); the same theme that ran through hip-hop in the beginning (think "Rapper's Delight"). The absurdity was the honesty in music that has been forgotten. Joe completely contradicts himself when saying "...make love on a beach of jet-black sand" then immediately follows it with "out here in the rain/we can do it all night." This is a give-away to Joe's absurdity for such a mission. This song is not about him loving her; but rather giving her a release. Other wise, Joe could not care less. <br /><br />Amerie attempted the absurd with "One Thing", but fell flat on her face with anti-urban expression, by using bourgeoisie over vulnerability (Joe used "bling" not bourgeoisie). In "One Thing" she sings:<br /><br />"Baby,<br />I don't really understand<br />my car keys are jigglin' in my hand,<br />my high heels are clickin' towards your door."<br /><br />Amerie is a fashion victim in heels. It's hard to believe she would long for a man. Had she sang about being heartless, one may have been more inclined to buy this notion over her would be vulnerability. Deborah Cox understood vulnerability better than Amerie in her remake of "Just Be Good to Me" alone (next to the wonderful "Sentimental" where the music video featured -- as most did -- Omar Epps as the love/lost). Cox is a woman of vulnerability; Amerie is an Elle Magazine model. <br /><br />Diddy's "Last Night" with Keysha Cole is a throw back to the early Prince sound of the "Purple Rain" age. Diddy accomplished the absurd with "Last Night" through the orgasmic voice of Keysha Cole. Yet Diddy just couldn't put himself aside long enough to allow the song to be it's own (the Jermaine Dupri syndrome). Instead he ends the song ghetto-fabulous by his profane demands ("Need to pick up the mutha-fuckin' phone!") and kills the personal indulgence the song communicates. The white band Three Days Grace achieves a better absurdity with their pop-crap single "Pain":<br /><br />"Anger,<br />and agony,<br />are better,<br />than misery.<br />Trust me,<br />I've got a plan<br />when the lights go out<br />you'll understand.<br /><br />(Pain)<br />Without love.<br />(Pain)<br />Can't get enough.<br />(Pain)<br />I like it rough,<br />cuz I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all."<br /><br />Ben Folds caught the absurdity that Diddy missed with his Dr. Dre remake of "Bitches Ain't Shit" (proving Ben Folds as the most soulful white boy on piano). For in the case of Diddy the love for music passed years ago; his beautiful production on Heavy D's b-side track "You Can't See (What I Can See)" up to his work on the brilliant Mary J. Blige "My Life" album capped out Diddy's musical ambitions. Kanye West nailed it (on his inconsistent track of genius) with "Never Let Me Down", "All Falls Down", "Last Call", "Two Words", and the recent "Stronger":<br /><br />"Lets get lost tonight,<br />you can be my black Kate Moss,<br />tonight."<br /><br />Yet these are selective. A little too selective. The consistency of Black music in popular culture is no where near where it was in the 90s. Sure, one must consider that music is forever in transition; but one would hope for this experimentation to continue. I came up with fifteen that have always sat close to my heart and reminds us that music of the absurd is not just for the white boys. It must be remembered that Black musicians began this (think, Sly and the Family Stone), and do have the responsibility of continuing this. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1) "Whip Appeal" - Babyface </span><br /><br />Though the song was released in '89 from his album "Tender Lover", Babyface hit a nerve with "Whip Appeal." "It's No Crime" was a confession, "Tender Lover" (with Bobby Brown) is about feminine vulnerability. But "Whip Appeal" is personal. Not once does he disclose the secret behind the "Whip Appeal"; he keeps that "way to communicate" between himself and the love of his life. It's a wonderful absurdity and a great exercises in self-indulgence. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2) "It Never Rains (In Southern California)" - Tony, Toni, Tone'</span><br /><br />Tony, Toni, Tone' has always been obscure by their own right. The fact that their album "The Revival" was even given the name blurs the line between self discovery and Holy outreach. "It Never Rains..." is mythical and plays into distant love. Virtually the title does not make sense, and yet we accept it because a rainless California is what we're told is a reality (Tony, Toni, Tone' being California natives is a dead give away). Yet the magic in the fact that it never rains (while in the video upon coming together it DOES in fact rain) translates their personal attachments to love. Whereas the song "Whatever You Want" is about possessions in exchange for empty promises, "It Never Rains..." removes the need for material and replaces it with folklore.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">3) "Gotta Love" - Jodeci</span><br /><br />Where does one start with Jodeci? The "Forever My Lady" album broke boundaries by introducing a new type of a man to the world; the man in hopes of building a family instead of avoiding the responsibility, while never severing the "freak" inside. Lead by the innovative DeVante Swing, "Gotta Love" (much like "Playthang" and "Let's Go Through the Motions") is a raw sex song that revels in irresponsible intimacy, without the doggish "fuck a ho" that H-Town misguided us with (not to mention the stolen Jodeci harmony done badly). For what audiences missed about Jodeci is that though DeVante's ghetto-fabulous persona, dipped in hip-hop, held a hard exterior the very notion of "Gotta Love" comes from the Keith Sweat beggary that we all made fun of. Difference is DeVante made the begging ok for our generation, whereas Keith Sweat made it (damn near) pathetic. <br /><br />Yet it's unfair to bound Jodeci's absurdity to just one song. "Let's Go Through The Motions" is a song about dry humping, which is about as absurd amateurish, and High School one can get; and yet the song holds a sexy tone that is shameless in it's request (in a sense, it's a song about "safe sex") and explores the emotional immaturity of grown folks. For we all get caught up in the moment of sexual desires yet rarely do we truly put to words the actions that took place. For one to report back "We dry humped" can cause a freeze up in the room; but Jodeci is brave enough to say "Let's Go Through the Motions", simply for the sake of movement and the image of sexual pleasure. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">4) "Sympin'" - Boyz II Men</span><br /><br />The translation of sympin' is "begging." Nothing more. They said it plain:<br /><br />"Sympin' ain't easy,<br />get on your hands and knees<br />and lift your eye brows.<br />Sympin' ain't easy,<br />if you wanna get in,<br />then you gotta be willin',<br />to cry and beg and plead,<br />if you need."<br /><br />As if "Motownphilly" wasn't enough to confuse listeners, "Sympin'" relayed to selected few. The song having been pushed deep into the "Cooly High..." album, so as to be missed or ignored, was one thing; but the release of "Sympin'" ("White Men Can't Jump" soundtrack) as a single made the "alright guys" come out in listeners, while screaming for them to SPEAK ENGLISH!!! But "Sympin'" is an achievement for Boyz II Men. They proved their will to play into the absurd was not only genuine, but a cause for a thinking audience. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">5) "Pink Cookies In a Plastic Bag...Gettin' Crushed by Buildings" - L.L. Cool J<br /></span><br />By the time "Pink Cookies..." came out, most of Cool J's loyal followers had pretty much tuned out. Already confused, but accepting of "Mama Said Knock You Out", "Pink Cookies..." threw everyone for a loop. It's a song about making love. That's all it is...at least, that's what Cool J tells us it is. Upon the songs opening he speaks it:<br /><br />"The act of making love...<br />...is...<br />pink cookies in a plastic bag,<br />gettin' crushed by buildin's"<br /><br />But then he really throws us with the opening line of the first verse:<br /><br />"I take thirty electric chairs,<br />and put 'em in a class room,<br />that's thirty MCs<br />I set free from their doom."<br /><br />WHAT??? As if this wasn't enough, he makes the entire song a metaphor based in hip-hop titles and references:<br /><br />"Rub you down with warm Ice T,<br />make you feel Brand Nubian,<br />instantly.<br />Boogie Down and check this Production,<br />gimme them lips they look good for suction."<br /><br />It's a brilliant metaphor for love making -- the pink cookie as the vagina, the buildings as the penis -- though it is based more in male dominance than anything. However, Cool J can get away with this. Most women WANT to be dominated by him. He's just that imposing type of figure. However, Cool J could have easily stuck to his same style (like Kool Moe Dee) and watched his career crumble (like Moe Dee); instead Cool J tested himself with not only "Pink Cookies..." but the beautiful "Six Minutes of Pleasure", "Boomin' System", "Loungin'", and "Hey Lover." There has not been an element that Cool J hasn't touched; and he sums up the reality of his existence to us all when he says:<br /><br />"L.L. Cool J, nigga,<br />greatest of all times!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">6) "Misunderstanding" - Al B. Sure</span><br /><br />The title defines the absurdity. Al B Sure has had a knack for digging love out the cracks of chaos, dating back to the release of "Nite and Day." His song "Oooh (This Love)" showcases a tone rather than his meanings; and "Misunderstanding" is of that same tone. "Misunderstanding" is simply about the refusal to be walked over, as a person wearing his heart on his sleeve. Being rich, famous, and sexy Sure is telling us that there is still a human being beneath the surface (way beneath the surface). Though Al B Sure made a short lived career as a performer, with mostly mediocre music, his small few that caught us were those that made the least amount of sense. "Right Now" was the worst Al B Sure song next to his unnecessary remake of The Eagle's "Hotel California"; but "Misunderstanding" was Al B at his peek. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">7) "No Brothas Allowed" - No Face</span><br /><br />Spawned by the already obscure Digital Underground, No Face's short lived limited exposure was for true West Coast hip-hop listeners. No Face was no where close to the essence of Digital Underground; but "No Brothas Allowed" revealed racial hatred on a seemingly surfaced level. For one hardly took Digital Underground serious, especially after "Humpty Dance" (the most over played song of the 90s); but No Face, with Shock G on the track, collected the obscured sound of "The Underground" and produced an echo of a song with "No Brothas Allowed." <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">8) "I Love Your Smile" - Shanice</span><br /><br />Straight out the diary of a little girl, "I Love Your Smile" is a crush that ripples with self indulgence. It's a crush that no one but Shanice can understand (the mixed blood pretty boy in the video was a bad representation to the reality of her crush). One would imagine this being aimed at the man who is not good looking by standards of cliche'. But good looking in the eyes of Shanice in her school girl innocence. "I Love Your Smile" achieved the absurd by taking corny and giving it bump. This allows forgiveness on the part of the listener for a song that would, other wise, be written off as pop crap and expected to be remade by Brittany Spears.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">9) "Slow Love" - Doc Box & B. Fresh <br /></span><br />The ultimate one hit wander that was played on "The Box" almost as much as "The Humpty Dance." "Slow Love" crept into the psyche of urban black girls across the nation, and encouraged brothas to take notes if they wanted to achieve big. For Doc Box & B. Fresh were aware of their blatant rip off from Cool J's "I Need Love" (the first hip-hop ballad ever), and yet "Slow Love" stands on it's own. Not since "I Need Love" had a rap song been so mood perfect. With the opening words ("Bus' it!") dance floors in High School gyms across the world would erupt in squeals and cause droves of young'stas to dance close and sexual in urban fantasia in hopes of finding the climax that "Slow Love" promised. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">10) "BBD (I Thought It Was Me)" - Bell Biv DeVoe<br /></span><br />The song is almost too on the nose. Yet what makes "I Thought It Was Me" so wonderfully absurd is that it is a man's worst fear of rejection. Ricky Bell guides us in plain text in this tornado of confusion:<br /><br />"(I thought it was me)<br />I thought it was me that made the girl this way,<br />(I thought it was me)<br />Came to find out she's like that everyday.<br />(I thought it was me)<br />I thought it was me,<br />that made that girl so wild.<br />(I thought it was me)<br />I found out she's like that with all the guys."<br /><br />Is she a ho? Not in a literal since. But they are describing a woman who is exercising her selective freedom. Ricky Bell finds that his status and celebrity are not enough to impress this girl. More so it takes a bit of charisma to grab her focus. Is she like that with "all the guys?" Or is it simply the fact that she ain't interested? Either way, Ricky Bell is forced to swallow his ego and back off.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">11) "Minds Playin' Tricks On Me" - The Geto Boyz</span><br /><br />An instant classic upon it's first play on the radio. "Minds Playin' Tricks On Me" was not only an urban breakthrough, but a confession to addiction. It's a cocaine trip in it's most open form, without saying, straight out "I snort coke!" Scarface does give it away on his second verse with:<br /><br />"Day by day it's more impossible to cope...<br />...I feel like I'm the one who's doin' dope.<br />Can't keep a steady head, cuz I'm nervous<br />Every Sunday mornin' I'm in service.<br />Prayin' for forgiveness...<br />...and tryin' to find an exit out the business."<br /><br />The absurdity is in the hallucination. For urban life is based in escapism's and even the most clean and sober urban-liver fears that their mind is playin' tricks on 'em, while constantly seeking for a way to calm the stress.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">12) "Body & Soul" - Anita Baker<br /></span><br />Who would ever expect Anita Baker to be in Black music of the absurd with such a beautiful tune like "Body & Soul?" I include this one based on the off beat melody and the evasive piano bangs that lace the song. Baker has given herself away to the possibility of love unjustified. She's too classy to fall for anything so undisciplined, yet the Billie Holiday in her boils to the surface with the tone of "Strange Fruit" to her vocals. Baker is the most distinctive black woman singer out there, next to Pattie LaBelle, Tina Turner, T-Boz, and Aretha Franklin. The song is all about letting go of an internal longing; and it is with "Body & Soul" that Baker gathers the self-indulgence and releases the tension.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">13) "Baby, Baby, Baby" - TLC</span><br /><br />Perhaps the most original anti-woman group of the 90s. They moved to their own truth and stood as an influence to a new direction of femininity. "Ain't 2 Proud 2 Beg" gave a bravery to female sexual longing, while "Baby, Baby, Baby" pondered individuality and personal freedom. In other words, TLC was "new age" without being pushy about it. They in sighted fear in men, in that, they introduced a breed of women who were not likely to fall for the thug and shallow; but rather the internal and introspective (a contradiction to their real lives). The absurdity in "Baby, Baby, Baby" is not only in the title, but the content:<br /><br />"But you gotta be down<br />a nickel gotta be true.<br />Cuz other wise this B ain't got no<br />time for you."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">14) "Boyz II Men (The Sequel)" - MC Brains</span><br /><br />The short lived joke of a career of rapper MC Brains conceived, in my opinion, one of the most laughable moments in 90s Black music history. His first performance and introduction to the world on Show Time At the Apollo gave way to a hack in the making, when he came out rapping "Oochie Coochie" and delivered the laimest contribution to rap music since Hi-C sang "Leave My Curl Alone." Brains was a pretty boy caught up in his appearance, and put no effort into his music; except for "Boyz II Men (The Sequel)" which featured Boyz II Men along with him. Brains sang (badly) instead of rapped on this song, and conveyed the only moment of honesty his entire career held. He sang of love for his parents, and the hardships of growing up (the concept of it being a "sequel" comes from the original "Boys to Men" sang by New Edition on the "Heartbreak" album in '88). The fantastically slow beat and nasally singing by Brains communicated a true innocence to his plight. For Brains was seventeen when he released "Oochie Coochie", and could not possibly understand the hardships of manhood. Yet it spoke to our generation, and marked a spot for Brains in music history.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">15) "Jazzy Belle" - Outkast</span><br /><br />These guys were strange from the release of "Playas Ball" in '94; and to return, in '96 with "Jazzy Belle" (taken from the pejorative "Jezebel" which translates to a black woman with a huge sexual appetite) -- which calls out a message for the loose nature of black women to get it together -- was a realization that we were not experiencing a fluke of a first album; but rather a group in search of new heights with each project. The remix features Babyface singing the hook:<br /><br />"If you really want to be my star<br />maybe we can mend a broken heart<br />(Jazzy Belle)<br />If you really wanna be my boo,<br />straighten up yo' shit!<br />I'll be wit' you."<br /><br />"Jazzy Belle" enclosed urban frustration not into love, but the possibility of love if a major attitude adjustment is put into play. They were brave to take this approach, and did so without shaming black women, but rather putting out a warning.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-48169264119166658012008-01-23T03:30:00.000-08:002008-01-23T03:35:02.203-08:00Reality Lies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graffiti.tscpl.org/tubey.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://graffiti.tscpl.org/tubey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Paddy Chayefsky was years ahead of himself when he wrote the film Network in predicting the superficiality of television that would later morph into, so called, “Reality Television” – advertisement snuff that preys on low self-esteem, constructed beauty and anorexia as the acceptable norm. In the film Peter Finch stood before the network during a live news feed and announced his upcoming death before millions of viewers, which – to no surprise by today’s standards -- caused the ratings to go up higher than they had ever been and wide-eyed America awaited the promise of live death that was to come their way; and that is exactly what they got. <br /><br />Spike Lee attempted this same premonition with his film Bamboozled when he tackled the New Millennium Minstrel Show, where Savion Glover and Tommy Davidson shame(ful)lessly put on black face make up before a live studio audience to portray the dramatist personas of Sleep and Eat, and do a throw back to the old black face entertainers (at a time where black performers could only work if they were willing to make their already black faces blacker). Though Lee’s Bamboozled is an amateurish attempt at his own version of Network (including the worst screen performance of the decade by Damion Waynes), both Chayefsky and Lee’s points were clear in the direction they felt American entertainment and advertising was destined to go: the rise of “Reality Television.” <br /><br />Technically Reality Television can be taken back to the talented (and sociopathic) Chuck Barris, with his creation of The Gong Show, The Dating Game and The Newlywed Game – all based on the concept to use “real” people for viewer relatability. Barris knew people would flock at the chance to be on television no matter the risk for humiliation, since the satisfaction was not for the sake of upward mobility but plain old fashion bragging rights of one being able to say, “I was on T.V.” This concept is alive and well, more than thirty years later, in the era where reality television commands a large population of the air waves; one would think that Barris should be considered, some what, a hero in the eyes of the executives to embrace the strategy of using “real” people as oppose to actors, since you don’t have to pay these “real” people as much money as an actor because the “real” people have no union to protect them. Not to mention the concept passes the message to the young viewers that to be “ordinary” is to be ashamed of one’s self. For Reality Television preys upon the viewer’s insecurities; and in the case of young viewers these insecurities are heightened, since they have no tangible comparison to who they truly are. Young minds are a cotton field for advertising executives, causing the young viewer to serve as their own slave, picking the cotton in the hot sun, for the profit of the slave masters, and being whipped for stepping out of line; translation for today’s symbolic slavery: they are made to feel shame for not responding to the trends of popular culture and risk being left behind and unacceptable amongst their peers; and this serves as the bread and butter for today’s networks. <br /><br />“Sex sells” -- so goes s the cliché in advertising and entertainment -- and there is no better example than America’s Next Top Model -- which advertises sex and beauty as a selling point (much like conservatives advertise God as a weapon) and discredits all the inner workings of an individual’s personal stamina, and promotes beauty as a physical prerequisite in the lives of young girls. “Sexy” is the stamp of approval to exist before the public eye (or in the case of young viewers, the school campus). For, without this stamp, one is “less than” and required to stand clear and sit on the bench, while the approved “beautiful ones” roam the field and live off the proverbial “free pass” because who can argue with a person of beauty? “Sexy” not only sells the product, but plays into the arousal of the male audience (the ultimate goal) which translates into the approval of the consensus, which then becomes the “universal” opinion for what “sexy” is (hence, the “free pass”) and therefore, becomes law in the book of popular culture (God help the child who breaks this law). This creates the image of what women are suppose to look like and plays into the insecurity of the average fourteen year old who will vomit herself fifty pounds lighter to be seen as “pretty” and risk her health and psyche in the interest of what we are told “beauty” is. Never mind that beauty comes from within. Never mind that it leads young girls to have sex for the sake of acceptance (nothing at all to do with the natural flow of their sexuality, but the ongoing approval from men.). The ratings are up! And for a network to take responsibility for the product that is peddled and force fed so often down our throats that we take it in as part of our daily lives, would just be asking too much. <br /><br />American Idol not only serves as the type of trash TV that supports Top Model, but stands as the “New Millennium Minstrel Show.” The Minstrel show thrived on entertainment at the expense of humanity; popularity over craft; laughter over content; and while American Idol appears to be a showcase for talent, it serves as the ultimate cesspool for insecurity; and not only this, people go about the show feeling like the judges are just “being honest” (in a time of Myspace and text messaging where honesty no longer exists), and yet the credibility and behavior of the judges must be left to question. We have a pill popping, burnt out, untalented singer (Paula), a second rate producer (Randy), and a cynical Brit’ who has never played an instrument, well, in his life (the infamous, Simon). And yet, these are the opinions that America listens to? The answer is, “absolutely yes.” The reason? “Sex sells” but only second to “insecurities” and it shows we learned nothing from the popularity of teen suicide in the 1980s (the movie Heathers beautifully communicates this). Popular Culture creates a standard. And when one does not live by this standard, one is ex-communicated and left for isolation (which are motivating factors in the shootings at Columbine and Virginia Tech). Not to say this is the complete fault of Popular Culture; nor would I ever take a stance of censorship for television or any medium of communication and entertainment. However when advertisement insists that one “be apart of or get the hell out”, this insists on pressure for acceptance and paints individuality as taboo, whereas individuality should be encouraged. American Idol, in their search for the next “idol” does not seek the individual as themselves; but the individual as they would fit in the created shadows of what popularity is. There is a self-proclaimed stamp of knowing what is popular and what isn’t (Simon). Yet to know what will be popular is for one to fool themselves, since popularity is generated from a mood that, often times, viewers and consumers have no idea they are feeling, until the product or song or film is placed in front of them; then suddenly they find the connection and the potential of popularity grows from that. Yet to state what “sexy” is, what “beauty” is, what “will be popular” is a pompous point of view that thrives on arrogance, rather than knowledge (Barry Gordy refused to release Marvin Gaye’s What’s Goin’ On album, based on his prediction that the album would not be popular; and yet, when the album was released it became the fastest selling album in history; and to this day, What’s Goin’ On is deemed the best soul album of all times). The film Napoleon Dynamite found a “cult following” because it immortalized the angst of the outcast, which resonated to the mood of the viewer. Yet it is Will Farrell who holds the crown in popular comedy because Farrell is an acceptable figure in the tradition of self-humiliation for the sake of entertainment. Hallie Berry has been deemed one of the most beautiful women in America; and though I think Lilli Taylor and Kerry Washington are beautiful women (more so than Berry, based on personal choice), they are not yet excepted figures of beauty because America has no comparable figure to place them against; therefore, they sit on the outskirts. All of this is based on what we are told, through advertisement, of what we are supposed to feel about these figures leaving no room for individual input. It’s baffling, it’s barbaric, it’s bullshit. Popularity is based on mood, not dictation. Sexy is based on personal choice, not industry standard. It confirms Chayefsky and Lee’s point, in that television tells us what to think, and we may rest in comfort from not having to take the responsibility for ourselves. Yet the comfort creates a discomfort; and the discomfort creates low self-esteem; and it is the low self-esteem that has filled the pocket books of many Americans, without consequence through the genre of Reality Television.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-19829474991341631552008-01-22T21:23:00.000-08:002008-07-06T06:54:54.691-07:00Broken Ledger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5ejl_qcDImsgBVHlKc2Xno4yBaeHSKYU7Wr_mi_R8FkhnAw6j262rxD3r4xNCf9tj3YuTNWQ4TVlKVVyibLHru2_QMVA6WUBsVOC5QwMyNdLW-xNU6qUgr5J2ESBUS0glppygq52D47t/s1600-h/heath-ledger.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5ejl_qcDImsgBVHlKc2Xno4yBaeHSKYU7Wr_mi_R8FkhnAw6j262rxD3r4xNCf9tj3YuTNWQ4TVlKVVyibLHru2_QMVA6WUBsVOC5QwMyNdLW-xNU6qUgr5J2ESBUS0glppygq52D47t/s400/heath-ledger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219899158584807442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newsaramablog.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10002/ledger.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.newsaramablog.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10002/ledger.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Heath Ledger's death (a suicide? or accidental, according to the Ledger family) has caused the sudden fans to come forth. With responses like "He was on of my favorite actors" and Ang Lee's ridiculous parallel of Ledger to Brando is a sad calling to American standards. Ledger was a good actor and his death is a sad event. His work in Brokeback Mountain says it all in terms of his depth (though Jake Gyllenhall was the heart of the film); not to mention his appearance in the over rated Monster's Ball (Lee Daniel's "urban" expose' and Halle Berry's attempt to "play down" her beauty) established Ledger as an actor to look out for.<br /><br />But that's it.<br /><br />Ang Lee's comment on linking Ledger's acting capacity to Brando is a far cry from the truth. The closest comparison there ever was to Brando was James Dean; and even Dean's comparison was out of admiration and homo-eroticism rather than actual fact (Dean was bisexual, as was Brando; Dean's persona was openly snatched from Brando; it was written that Dean would irritate Brando with how boldly he would imitate Brando's acting style, beliefs, and personal life). Brando had no comparisons. Not even Johnny Depp matched Brando's esoteric nature. So Lee's comment, in my mind, results as false. <br /><br />The closest Ledger came to any one outside himself was the late (brilliant) River Phoenix. Both Ledger and Phoenix were their own being, choosing the projects they did out of necessity and spiritual connection (Brando took his early career for granted and eventually was taking projects just to make money and ride off his name rather than embrace his love for acting; he stopped loving acting after On The Waterfront). Phoenix with My Own Private Idaho, like Ledger with Brokeback Mountain, can be seen as the on going plight for male acceptance in homo-phobic America. Both films explored the depths of male/male love (at the expense of jokes and possible blacklisting) better than most male/female love stories, that pretend to be genuine while falsifying character circumstance to fit plot points. Both Brokeback and Idaho left no room for pretend; nor did Ledger or Phoenix play it safe and make light of the dances with danger for the sake of exploitation. Both films consider the backlash of gay love and dare to go against cliche' beliefs of gay male encounters (in that all gay men wanna do is fuck). <br /><br />True? <br /><br />As true as heterosexual men wanting to fuck; and yet as viewers we are told to swallow the garbage male/female love stories because their nature is considered "normal." But neither Ledger nor Phoenix allowed themselves to be caught in the madness while fully committing to stories that solidified their place in popular culture.<br /><br />The annoyance behind Ledger's death are the pseudo-fans who come forth and claim a "loss." John Lennon was a loss. Malcolm X was a loss. Marvin Gaye was a loss. Aaliyah was a loss. Gregory Hines was a loss. River Phoenix was a loss. Heath Ledger was a misfortune (as was Kurt Cobain and James Dean) that gets mitigated from over-blown mourns. The fact that the deaths of Ledger, Cobain, and Dean conjure the vigil outbreaks without any real weight behind their work proves the shallow mindedness within Popular Culture. It encourages the "fuck it" attitude and allows would-be's to gain a legacy without truly earning it (Tupac Shakur earned his legacy). Even the death of Notorious B.I.G. brought an uprising to America's obsession with melancholy, forgetting that B.I.G. made two mediocre albums (the most over rated album of the 90's, next to Nirvana's "Nevermind" was B.I.G.'s "Ready to Die"), both of which contributed to the Diddy cess-pool of pop crap, and resulted in the ridiculous rip off from The Police's "Every Breath You Take." The celebration of B.I.G.'s death was not done out of honor, but out of guilt. <br /><br />Ledger's plight towards stardom gained a respect based on his choices, rather than his mark. Fans revel in his nature to find projects that were "honest" in order to make Americans believe they have an understanding of what an artist is (these same "fans" who threw out the "brokeback" jokes, never truly embracing the importance of Ang Lee's contribution to cinema -- despite his ignorant comment). Not to mention it is forgotten that Ledger's place in history is marked ONLY by Brokeback Mountain, not First Knight; not The Patriot; not 10 Things I Hate About You; not Fourfeathers. Therefore his death can only be seen as a misfortune, not a "loss."anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-79039742758305718212008-01-21T18:32:00.000-08:002008-01-21T18:39:15.048-08:00Pornography and Sex Controlled America<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/523832764_5b3d9277a5.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/523832764_5b3d9277a5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“America continues to be sexually repressed. In the same vein, the media is obsessed with it, and uses it as an extremely powerful selling point, which in turn consumers, viewers become obsessed. They are ashamed of there sexuality, yet curious so they live vicariously through the media” <br /> -- Sasha Grey </span><br /><br />Pornography has been charged for being the determining factor for sexual misbehavior and corruption to the human psyche by judgment of conservative propaganda. Through controversy it has spawned a larger audience and is gravitating to mainstream America, while loosing it’s subtleties in it’s conduct; hence, pornography is a multi-billion dollar business on an uphill battle for Civil Rights, and yet, it seems to coast on the earnings achieved through internet, DVD, reality television, and music. Yet the accusation that pornography gets falls in line with standard conduct of conservative America: the call for self-responsibility while placing the blame outside of ourselves. Corruption is blamed on movies, music, and literature, instead of human error -- a scapegoat, in the tradition of gangsta rap, that is used over and over due to worries of eventual exposure. <br /><br />Self-proclaimed “neo-conservative” Irving Kristol says pornography is cause for alarm in American values with threats of mental damage. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“…if you believe that no one was ever corrupted by a book, you have also to believe that no one was ever improved by a book” <br /> - Kristol</span><br /><br />This is to say that pornography is a negative influence that creates misbehavior, impure thoughts and is solely responsible for our oversexed misconducts and reckless lifestyles. In a way Kristol has a point. One may not be able to have one without the other, since belief has to be based in faith and so faith must be accepted in all forms. Some Christians will tell us that if one believes in God, then one must believe in the Devil in order for a faith to be whole. Kristol tells us that pornography is an obscenity that will bring ultimate destruction to an idealistic conservative America. His bold statement leaves little room for argument, and is so convincing it causes one to nod and claim that Kristol might have a point; yet Kristol, amongst many other critics of pornography, fail to see the big picture. Despite belief, fear and resistance, pornography could be working its way into the mainstream; not to mention it could leave one to adopt the type of acceptance that one has for the very nature of religion. However the issue is not so much the nature of sex as it is the exploitation of sex that some call obscene; in most cases obscenity is rooted in the mere presence of pornography and encapsulates an ironic meaning that the courts seem to define with ambiguity:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“…language or material that, in context, depicts or describes, in terms patently offensive as measured by contemporary community standards for the broadcast medium, sexual or excretory organs or activities.” <br />-- FCC’s Enforcement Bureau Web site</span><br /><br /><br />Laws of obscenity, seem to, come into play when convient rather than on a consistent level. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“In America only two sex acts are federally illegal: pedophilia and bestiality. Obscenity is based on ‘community standards.’ [What] people don’t mind [in] Los Angeles, will be considered obscene by people in a po’ dunk town in Alabama. It becomes an issue of prejudice; this person feels it’s okay for someone to watch [a] porn scene that is romantic and has a story but if someone watched a movie where a girl performs anal on a man, and she performs anal sex in a movie, that it is wrong. It’s like saying that all homosexuals are bad, and they can’t live near me. Obscenity is an issue of people’s opinions which is why it continues to be an ambiguous topic” <br /> -- Sasha Grey</span><br /><br />Like Kristol, Sasha Grey’s point of view – rooted in belief from observation and experience – stands as a perspective that contributes to dividing the issue of pornography. It also proves the point that for a topic to be so much of a fight almost guarantees its entrance into mainstream society; for popular culture relies on pushing the envelope. Emerging as a new force. Seeking controversy for the sake of social relevance. One continues to try and top the other, until finally, what was once “crossing the line” becomes the norm, and soon we are watching soap operas with penetration, and reality shows with live executions. <br /><br />Ariel Levy, author of Female Chauvinist Pig: The Rise of Raunch Culture points one of the origins of open sex culture to the Girls Gone Wild videos as well as the Paris Hilton sex tapes. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“Since the avent of the sex tapes, Hilton has become famous enough to warrant a slew of endorsement deals…Hilton [as a result of the sex tapes] isn’t some disgraced exile of our society. On the contrary, she is our mascot” <br /> -- Ariel Levy</span><br /><br />One can watch a music video and see scantily dressed women exposing themselves and exuding sexual temptation. Copies of Vogue magazine display, both men and women, in sexually suggestive poses, and in some cases women in see through tops exposing their nipples in a “tasteful manner.” However, even with sexually suggestive material, does this constitute as pornography? According to Random House Webster’s dictionary pornography is defined as:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"> “…writings, photographs, movies, etc., intended to arouse sexual excitement” (2001). <br /></span><br /><br />One could argue that mainstream culture has a mission to encourage sexual excitement since – as the old cliché goes – “sex sells.” It could also be argued that mainstream society is promoting sexual freedom since there is a mass of people who find sex, of any nature, downright offensive. <br /><br />Nina Hartley is a respected porn actress and sex educator, “with the longest continuous career in the history of the industry” that spans over twenty years. She’s a registered nurse who began her porn career at the age of 24 (whereas most porn actresses began in their late teens) during her junior year of college. She was a dancer, who like most actresses, gravitated into the adult film world, and came out with a strong beginning that elevated her career. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“Nina Hartley is a prime example of an intelligent, sophisticated sex worker. She educates [people in] the business, as well as civilians…she is a huge influence to me personally as a sex positive young woman” <br /> -- Sasha Grey</span><br /><br />Hartley’s outspoken views on sex have been a cross between controversial and iconic. She has been the go-to spokesperson in defense for “sex work”:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“If I have the right to choose abortion, then I have the right to choose to have sex for the camera. Sexual freedom is the flip side of the coin of reproductive choice” <br /> -- Nina Hartley<br /></span><br />Hartley’s cross-reference to abortion – pro-choice and Civil Rights – is a blaring look at societal conservatism. It’s a tricky topic since porn is deemed as exploitation and – a la Andrea Dworkin – “violence against women”, while abortion is deemed murderous. Hartley questions these ethics and places them underneath the proverbial looking glass in order to find accuracy in her examination. <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“It's…easier to characterize all female sex workers as degraded, humiliated and unhappy if you've never talked to any of us”<br />-- Nina Hartley</span><br /><br />These generalizations come from those who have not studied the art form, but mearly came across it, or caught a glance of the most trashy on the market, giving corrupt examples in which to go by. Those who never saw Deep Throat but saw White Trash Sluts miss the pop culture breakthrough Deep Throat made. White Trash Sluts is everything the title suggests. It does not attempt to explore female sexuality, but rather satisfy male misogyny with internal violence, leaving female sexuality as a showpiece. Deep Throat explores feminine desire and deep-seated curiosity in a graphic unapologetic manner. Deep Throat allowed male/female sexual desires to connect in a raw fashion that did not advocate dominance, but sex amongst consenting adults. Despite the allegations by Deep Throat star Linda Lovelace (she states that she was not entirely consenting to the nature of most of the scenes), the film still accomplishes Hartley’s point:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“…the marketplace of sexual entertainment contains products for almost every taste and orientation, including material made by and for heterosexual women and couples, lesbians and gay men. It's not all Bang Bus, and by no means does all of it, or even most of it, conform to the…notions of porn-as-expression-of-misogyny.” <br /> -- Nina Hartley</span><br /><br /> <br />Hartley’s and Grey’s points are the opposite of Irvine Kristol:<br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“When sex is a public spectacle, a human relationship has been debased into a mere animal connection” <br /> -- Irvine Kristol</span><br /><br />Playwright Edward Albee explored the theme of the connection between humans and animals through a majority of his plays, including The Zoo Story, Seascape, and The Goat: Or Who is Sylvia? The latter explores this theme, literally, as a man betrays his wife by falling in love with…a goat. Albee’s point in his on going theme is that human instincts – despite intelligence and retractable thumbs – is close to that of animal instinct. We hunger, we desire, we hunt, we react, we mate. And during mating season – as around the clock as this might seem – we tune out the consequences and focus on the task at hand. In the case of Kristol, our irresponsible nature when it comes to our sexuality is a topic of concern, since humans, behind closed doors, indulge in the misadventures of sex; therefore, to make it public and available for the human eye to see and bask in voyeurism, puts us – in the opinion of Kristol – one step closer to symbolic bestiality. <br /><br />The “animal connection” is blamed on the public exposure of sexuality; yet Kristol seems to ignore the natural instinct that humans gain with sexuality. One can find sexual desire without the influence of pornography and still subscribe to inappropriate acts (Oscar Wilde’s homosexuality, Louis Carroll’s pedophilia, Edgar Allen Poe’s incest). Understanding this, and taking into consideration the very sin that is placed on us through sex controlled America, tells us that it is unreasonable for Kristol to assume that we are so out of control because of pornography, when clearly, we are out of control because of our desires.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-46232472495153580062008-01-21T17:51:00.000-08:002008-01-21T18:03:14.305-08:00Ultimate Integration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/img.movies.yahoo.com/ymv/us/img/flickr/64/86/000877846486.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/img.movies.yahoo.com/ymv/us/img/flickr/64/86/000877846486.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />The ever-changing work for actors of color in film and theater has continued to be a diabolical blessing and backlash for the world of storytelling. Though more status has been achieved for people of color within the industry, each new notch demands that another achievement be questioned; even with films like “This Christmas” and “The Great Debaters” the fact remains: white directors and casting directors don't know what to do with actors of color, while writer/directors of color refuse to expand from cliché images of race (Tyler Perry; Spike Lee) and fail at challenging audience of color with contemporary contradictions (Carl Franklin, Charles Burnett, and Wendell B. Harris, Jr have eclipsed this argument, yet have not found their place in cinematic history). <br /> <br />Will Smith has reached mainstream status, along side Denzel Washington, Morgan Freeman, and to some degree, Don Cheadle (though even Cheadle has yet to crack the psyche of white viewers since he is not a man of safe matinee idol status like Washington). Smith and Washington work to charm the audience and let white people know that they are safe in their presence; yet Freeman seems to have broken away for different reasons. Not that Freeman isn’t appreciating his place as one of America’s greatest actors (Spike Lee and Martin Lawrence showed a bitterness towards Freeman for doing “Driving Miss Daisy”, misreading it as a sell out role rather than clear cut representation of Black mental superiority), but rather Freeman has made his choice to be an individual well aware of what is needed from him in Black America. Freeman does not try to be a representative for Black America; but rather a participant in the expansion. Freeman stands as the classic Negro of the early 1900’s, in that intellect and articulation are a clear gap between Black social and economic status. <br /><br />Smith fits into the modern thinking of Black America. His high point sexuality and image of comfort (mixed with hard work, blood, sweat, and tears) penetrates popular culture and rivets us with a belief that “color blind” thinking is not impossible; though “color blind” is a term rooted outside of reality. Audiences don’t forget that Smith is Black; they simply over look it. Therefore it is impossible for Smith to be a spokesperson for Black America; but rather Smith has proven himself an icon in popular culture with an endless following that roots in his work with Jazzy Jeff. “I Am Legend” stands as a double edge sword; by putting Smith in the role it reminds America, historically, of the Black man being the first man on earth; not to mention the fact that Jesus was of a dark complexion (though, to much controversy) being that it was impossible for him to be of anything else considering the region of Egypt and the complexion of the early Hebrews. “The Pursuit of Happyness” did nothing for the classic “rags to riches” story; but rather played it safe by giving us the idea that “bad things happen to good people.” Yet “Pursuit” is not about bad happening to good; but rather connecting to a childhood gift and being left with no choice but to achieve it, which in itself is a recall of human skepticism towards upward mobility. In “Pursuit” we got the idea that Smith was perfect and it was the world who was evil and dishonest. Virtually no internal conflict was present in “Pursuit” and so created a false image of a man’s struggle in White America and failed in the textbook understanding of “complexity.” <br /><br />Denzel Washington’s “The Great Debaters” reminds us that black cinema does have a place in history but only by calling attention to itself of being “important.” “Debaters” is not a cinematic achievement; and a far cry from actor turned director spouts done by Clint Eastwood, George Clooney, Mel Gibson, Kevin Costner, Todd Field and Robert DeNeiro. However, Washington did achieve the classic storytelling benchmark that does attempt to socially challenge the audience while finding relatable moments of familiarity to Black audiences. He found it in the story. He found it in the revealing of communism; and most of all he found it in Forest Whitaker. With Whitaker, Washington puts himself against his polar opposite. Whitaker plays against popular culture (much like Freeman) and not only reveals that he is an actor of dedicated craft, but proof of embodiment in Black entertainment (everything that Ralph Ellison challenged us with in “Invisible Man”), making the excuses less reachable when it comes to white casting directors misunderstanding the complexity within actors of color. Jeffery Wright suffers from this misunderstanding, only embraced by few. Wright, much like Orson Wells and Daniel Day-Lewis, is shameless about finding the ugliness in his characters, while Smith and Washington (like Harrison Ford and Robert Redford) cannot stand the idea of their characters ever facing a void of triumph. Whitaker and Wright are not afraid to fail. Wright pulled off what Denzel Washington forbad Will Smith to attempt in “Six Degrees of Separation” when he did “Angels In America.” Washington believed that Black America did not want to see a Black gay man as a pure gay man (much like he believed America did not want to see him kiss a white woman in “Virtuosity”, while it being okayed by Spike Lee for him to do it in the horrific “He Got Game”), saying that it would misguide Black people into an unfamiliar territory; whereas Wright (with the influence of George C. Wolfe, who is not only openly gay but one of the most accomplished black writer/directors in American theater) gave us permission to understand that for one to overlook homosexuality in Black America would be to deny the darkest depth of our complexity; not to mention, it touches on the homophobia that plagues Black America. For Langston Hughes could not come to terms with his homosexuality in the open; while Billy Strayhorn came out at a time when it would be suicidal for a Black man to do so, while never being judged by Duke Ellington for his orientation. Washington’s need for image cheapens the impact Sidney Portier accomplished (Armond White refers to Washington as “the un-Portier”), while fooling audiences into thinking his “danger” is ever present. Yet the “danger” Washington was suppose to display in “Training Day” was buried by his need to be loved, despite the brutal death at the end of the film. Though Ethan Hawke appeared to be the one who triumphs, really it is Washington who still wins simply because of his legacy – “King Kong ain’t got shit on me!” – both Kong and Alonzo die at the end; but their legacy is bigger than all the rest; and Denzel could never stand to have it any other way. Washington’s ugliness was better achieved in Spike Lee’s “Mo Better Blues”, with Washington showing a self-involved jazz musician cluttered by his own mental garbage. Washington’s vulnerability was present and his self-defeat in result of a calling from God (in that to be a generous family man) was a relatable reality and important for the working class viewers in search of reality. <br /><br />Cuba Gooding Jr’s Oscar win for “Jerry Maguire” confirmed America’s fear of white inferiority. Gooding’s opposition of Tom Cruise (not to mention one of the most honest portrayals of a Black from a White writer next to the character of “William” in Kenneth Lonergan’s brilliant play “Lobby Hero”) was an attempt at facing principals on a level of humanity rather than race. When Gooding won the Oscar the reluctance from the audience was visibly present (especially him beating out William H. Macy’s performance in “Fargo”), yet their acceptance of the reality as a result of Gooding’s appreciation for his win revealed America’s slow burn towards ultimate integration. Gooding’s win appeared to be a win of sympathy (and through the eyes of the skeptics, most likely was). Yet his win was a win of over coming Black stereotypes. Gooding IS NOT a safe actor (“Snow Dogs” and “The Fighting Temptations” aside, though “Snow Dogs” was much more compelling than Ice Cube’s silly plight in “Are We There Yet?”); yet has fooled America into thinking he is. Gooding is more so an actor that represents the inner complexity of Black America. He’s married to a White woman. He resists the instinct to be loved in popular culture; and he plows forward into an area that Black actors refuse to place themselves, which is on the same level as the White actor and gives hope to seeing the actor of color as a “character actor.” In “Syrian” Jeffery Wright’s colorless performance dug an even more dangerous hole (much like Wright’s portrayal of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in “Boycott” where Wright not only gave a clear projection of King’s image, but an insight to King’s inner struggle with maintaining his peaceful disposition; let’s face it. King was ready to explode; and it was Jeffery Wright that showed us this side to King). Wright portrayed a conservative play-by-numbers character on the look out for the truth in a world that embraced corruption and dishonesty; yet in the middle of this, Wright was a figure risking his life despite the potential odds against him. One could fully flush out Wright’s intentions by watching his actions since his inner life was so layered, one waits for Wright to explode with profanity. Wright is the polar opposite of Samuel L. Jackson’s bad-nigger image that has been misunderstood by White people across the nation. Jackson gives the “bad-nigger” gaze; the “bad-nigger” MOTHERFUCKER that Black exploitation lived by, whereas Wright (and Wendell B. Harris Jr in the brilliant “Chameleon Street”) gives the understanding that “Nigger does not live here; but rather your worst fucking nightmare!”<br /><br />Yet the White casting directors over looks this type of complexity leading them to seek out the Samuel L. Jackson’s and shut out the Jeffery Wright’s and pretend this to be “color blind casting” (perhaps the most useless terms since “multi-cultural” and "diversity."). This is jargon that makes the White casting directors appear “edgy” while allowing the mostly White audience to feel as though they've gotten their culture and can live in the world more rounded than the rest. Neil LaBute did not understand this factor when he wrote his article “The Casting System” in saying that white actors are shut out by the advantage that actors of color seem to have when it comes to “color blind casting.” LaBute’s contribution to theater is that of a little boy (as are his views), while immaturely attempting to stir up shit through opinions that don’t appear to be his own; but rather opions embodied from the unrealized characters in his plays. LaBute has achieved the understanding of the bored White middle class who’s racial, sexists, and social prejudice has overtaken them to a point of corruption; however LaBute fails to realize the danger in writing “The Cast System” in that his “opinion” is that of a High School Nazi with access to his Father’s guns with private plannings of destroying all “outsiders.” What LaBute failed to realize is that few White directors do not understand that actors of color have a sense of depth that reaches beyond skin color (namely LaBute) into a pain and satire that originated American culture. Originated “dark humor”. That led Al Jolsen to success, while giving Elvis Prestly not only his status in Popular Culture, but a pass for his racial outbursts (the very thing that LaBute and Quentin Tranatino get away with since they are inaccurately deemed as being socially relevant). <br /><br />Ralph Ellison was considered an Uncle Tom after the publication of “Invisible Man” simply based on the fact that his book dealt with black complexity; and according to the standards set by Richard Wright (Black Boy & Native Son) the appropriate point of view for the black novelist is "the protest novel" (just read Irvine Howe’s review on “Invisible Man” -- http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/50s/howe-on-ellison.html -- where he attacks Ellison and claims “Invisible Man's” complexity is inappropriate for what a black writer should be doing). The same applies to the actor of color. The fear of our edge through intellectual complexity is taboo, and so therefore, the obvious "angry black man" character grabs all the attention. Denzel Washington won the Oscar for “Training Day”, yet lost for “Malcolm X” to Al Pacino (who was nominated for both the appalling “Scent of a Woman” and the beautiful “Glengarry Glen Ross” that year). This repeated when Washington lost, again, for “The Hurricaine”, to Russell Crowe in “Gladiator” (who should have won for “The Insider”). For a black actor to portray a complex black character, such as Rubin "Hurricane" Carter or Malcolm X is too much for white people to handle, even with the admiration, interest, and stamp of importance that most White people play close to the vest. It is much more comfortable to grant kudos when actors of color do exploitation rather than tell a sense of truth -- and yes, “Training Day” is black exploitation! <br /><br />The cause of ultimate integration is the fact that after fighting to integrate, we longed for separation; and as a result of that, White people have mentally separated us from them as well. Granted there are cultural differences within groups; yet to claim integration in film and theater, while so boldly placing actors in their categories is to recall old thinking and never truly progress into newer times.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-81897029011155377252008-01-21T00:39:00.000-08:002008-01-21T00:47:10.107-08:00Ice Cube' s Anthem For Gangsta Rap<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.westside-connection.net/images/icecube.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.westside-connection.net/images/icecube.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.westside-connection.net/ images/icecube.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="www.westside-connection.net/ images/icecube.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Ice Cube's "Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It" gauges American influence, rooted in violence, and puts it in a nut shell proving that music is light years ahead of cinema and social criticism by hack journalists and uninformed commentators. Not since "Really Doe" has Ice Cube encompassed urban schizophrenia with such grace -- bringing us back to the introspective, yet, straight forward Ice Cube we recall on Death Certificate, The Predator, and Lethal Injection:<br /><br />"You lookin' at the Grand Wizard<br />war lord,<br />vocal cords so vicious.<br />And I don't gotta show brit-giss,<br />to pull up<br />pull off wit' some bad bitches."<br /><br />...so begins "Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It", which ignites a commentary not only to defend gangsta rap, but to call out the black elite who write off the expression as destructive. Ice Cube has not touched on a commentary this deep in years (drowning himself in dance records and kid-friendly films), though his previous work is forever a engraved in pop culture history as a landmark for urban expression, this "come back" is a relief in knowing that irony still has a place in rap music (only matched by the likes of Mos Def and Immortal Technique). <br /><br />"I keep it gangsta<br />and why should I change that?<br />Fuck you old mutha-fuckas tryin' to change rap!<br />But ain't you the same cat<br />that sat back<br />when they brought cocaine back?<br />I'm tryin' to git me a may-bag,<br />how you mutha-fuckas gon' tell me "Don't say that?"<br />You the ones that we learned it from<br />I heard "nigga" back in 1971."<br /><br />A clear strike at the old generation (and Reverend Wendell Anthony, of the Detroit chapter of the NAACP for the burial of the "N-Word") who were the origins of the urban up rise that eventually evolved into gangsta rap (which did not have it's true birth until NWA's Straight Outta Compton in 1988). The old generation who forgets the blues-men who were the gentlemen gangsta rappers of the day -- complete with booze, drugs, womanizing, and criminal records -- and used the same straight forward methods that Ice Cube, Geto Boyz, and Immortal Technique adopted. One would be a fool to miss the gangsta rap-isms of Leadbelly's "John Hardy":<br /><br />"John Hardy, he was a desperate little man<br />Carried two guns every day<br />Shot a man down by the West Virginia line<br />They saw John Hardy get away<br />They saw John Hardy get away."<br /><br />...so it is ironic that the old generation would judge the expression in gangsta rap, considering they lived and appreciated the very life embraced by most rap artists (the gangsta/pimp persona).<br /><br />"Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It" is a reminder that America still misreads the intentions behind what true gangsta rap represents (urban frustration); yet this also comes from a refusal to listen to the actual music, but rather listen to the hearsay conjured by critics who not only never bother to understand rap music, but down right detest it. For one to ignore Ice Cube's The Predator album and write it off as urban shallowness rather than urban frustration only proves that it is NOT the fault of the artists for being over the top; but rather the fault of close minded Americans for never bothering to explore the art in the first place. Opinions reign loud when coming from those who lack experience in part of a culture; but conservative, pro-censor America encourages this type of thinking (much like Irvine Kristol with his attacks on pornography), since to experience it would be to subject one's mind to corruption. Those who do take a moment to listen to a song or two often times are exposed to the worst examples, which then takes gangsta rap out of context. For one to hear Snoop Dogg instead of The DOC; 2 Live Crew instead of The Geto Boyz; Rage instead of Boss; Tha Dogg Pound instead of Compton's Most Wanted, it is no wonder the plot behind gangsta rap superimposes as an audio gun show and chaotic cluster-fuck in American understanding of rap music. Snoop Dogg's contribution to popular culture is based in image, whereas The Geto Boyz are based in substance; this is a major difference between the attitude of "fuck it" and the attitude of "fuck you." "Fuck it" is the root of the white boys of Generation X (Beck, Ben Folds, Rage Against the Machine, Kurt Cobain), who found a sub-culture in the coffee shop revolution. "Fuck you" is the root of ghetto madness (Ice Cube, The Geto Boyz, Immortal Technique) encompassed by voices that make a clear distinction of their backs being against the wall. Both "fuck it" and "fuck you" are important; and still the tone must be fitting for the artist portraying it. When ghetto madness takes on "fuck it" (like Snoop Dogg; like 2 Live Crew) it poses the "lazy nigger" theory and misinforms white kids that urban life is a lazy life. Beck's "Loser" and "Today Has Been A Fucked Up Day" works best in the "fuck it" rather than "fuck you" since it was the staple to Generation X in the 90s. The Geto Boyz's "Dame It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta" is the "fuck you" to the mass public who felt gangsta rap could never capture the gentleman (gangsta) quality the blues-men represented. Snoop Dogg's inability to take the "fuck you" attitude makes him acceptable in white America. The fools controversy behind the "lyrical content" of Doggy Style (a dismal outbreak that did not live up to "Deep Cover" and "Ain't Nuttin' Butta G Thang") was nothing but a put-on to contribute to gangsta rap as a scapegoat. Had America listened to the "fuck you" in the Geto Boyz they would find a more introspective report on urban life, leaving Snoop Dogg in isolation along side 2 Live Crew. <br /><br />Hence the plot to "Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It":<br /><br />"I can say what I wanna say<br />(ain't nuttin' to it! Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It!)<br />If I call you a "nigga"<br />(ain't nuttin' to it! Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It!)<br />I can act like an animal<br />(ain't nuttin' to it! Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It!)<br />If I eat you like a cannibal<br />(ain't nuttin' to it! Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It!)"<br /><br />Cube's chorus captures the thinking of American white kids who live for their idolization of black culture (shown beautifully in the 1999 James Toback film Black & White); not to mention blacks who use the persona to their advantage while misrepresenting the urban folklore. Cube understands that gangsta rap is the scapegoat for violence (the late Bill Hicks said it best: "America needs an enemy") in a way that is impossible to ever be proven as fact. If gangsta rap were truly to blame, one would have to assume Geroge W. Bush has a collection of 2Pac, Mobb Deep, and Eminem blaring from his CD player, serving as his influence to continue the war and endanger the future of the US citizens. It's gangsta rap (not Christianity, despite the countless amounts of blood shed held in the name of God) that suffers the consequences, aided by support from the black elite; and even with over thirty years in American Pop Culture, rap has yet to dismiss it's controversy, which is why Ice Cube's "Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It" stands as an anthem for America's search for an enemy.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-67023984414409180422007-08-23T16:22:00.000-07:002007-08-23T16:35:05.495-07:00trapped on trial & pissed off<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3nT5mhcPQEQcpADKJ1hagrEOecmkfPADCvdJqw5YhQJUUHorjLzvu2NPImrANWNMDRaSO4QYnLhuh-xcQKU1IV8jfTA_B2iAEun7olZJLYcpZQ3Rw9myYMUtqTqkKv1sf8k6NROJp4MmH/s1600-h/R.Kelly2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3nT5mhcPQEQcpADKJ1hagrEOecmkfPADCvdJqw5YhQJUUHorjLzvu2NPImrANWNMDRaSO4QYnLhuh-xcQKU1IV8jfTA_B2iAEun7olZJLYcpZQ3Rw9myYMUtqTqkKv1sf8k6NROJp4MmH/s320/R.Kelly2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102043138220825570" /></a><br />Come September 17, 2007 the R. Kelly scandal goes to trial. The charges against Kelly are 14 counts of child pornography, which includes fellatio , intercourse, and urination on a, then, 14 year old girl (a girl whom Kelly says he is "like a Godfather" to). Most of us are familiar with the outbreak, due to Kelly's actions; though Kelly denies his participation in the video ("it's not me") some things must be brought to question and it surrounds one simple fact: why would you admit it was you even if it were? <br /><br />In a 2002 interview with John Norris from MTV Kelly ducks and dodges Norris's straightforward questions, while making sure that he reassures us that the reason he is doing the interview is for "the fans." Not to prove his innocence (nor does Kelly find fault in his promiscuous character) but much rather his image and accumulated embarrassment that surrounds the scandal. A New York radio station went nuts with a satirical Kelly add that states a Kelly mockery:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">KELLY:<br />Hey little girl. Remove your training bra so that we can have sex.<br /><br />GIRL:<br />Well my Mommy says I have to always do my homework first when I come home after school. But after I finish my homework, we can take off my training bra then, and then we can have sex.</span><br /><br />I can recall hearing this on the radio (at the time I was living in New York for a month, finishing a screenplay) before knowing about the scandal. I am not much for keeping up on news, since I tend to find depression in daily outbreaks. However upon hearing this I went on line and found out what this was about. Once it was all laid out it made sense for these charges to be put on Kelly, and not once have I backed down from the possibility of it being true. One has to wonder how one may find themselves in such a situation. How an accusation can come out of thin air, and bite the ass of the individual in question. For one to have such charges against them (life damaging charges that, guilty or innocent, follow a person to their grave) is to consider the individuals previous actions.<br /><br />In the interview with Norris Kelly says: <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">"If it's just about young girls, that's just not me...but as far as women in general, I do honestly believe that your fame has a lot to do with why you get with women. I walk into a club and I can come out with two or three women, and that's a problem for me."</span></span><br /><br />Kelly admitting he has a "problem" with women (in that, he and Eric Benet just can't stop fucking) smoke screens his personality, in that, he runs towards the guilt of a situation rather than accepting his sexual nature. For one who was innocent would not feel the sudden need to seek help for their sexual "problem." There are bigger problems people can have; and in comparison an appetite for pussy and a non-stop libido is minor. Kelly states:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">"I was living the life of R. Kelly...I'm trying to change that part of my life and make it better."</span></span><br /><br />The "life of R. Kelly" is a personal journey only to be experienced by R. Kelly himself. To separate himself from himself, as if to say he had no clue to what he was doing, is a direct understanding of a man with everything to hide. When Kelly is asked about the rumors of him preferring young girls Kelly states:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">"I haven't heard "Robert prefers young women." I haven't heard that rumor. That's a new one on me..."</span></span><br /><br />And yet when asked about his marriage to Aaliyah when she was 15 and Kelly was 25, he fabricates respect by saying:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />"...Aaliyah is gone now and out of respect for her and her mom and her dad, I will not discuss Aaliyah...That was a whole other situation..."</span></span><br /><br />The situation was enough to cause denial in Kelly when the Aaliyah marriage first broke out. Neither Kelly nor Aaliyah looked the situation in the face, and when they came on BET together, shortly after the release of <span style="font-style:italic;">Age Ain't Nuthin ' But a Number</span>, both Aaliyah and Kelly looked Donnie Simpson in the eye and said "we're just friends." By this time the rumors were out, and they had to deny them to avoid further embarrassment ; much like Kelly must deny the tape scandals (tapes he says he is not willing to watch because he's innocent and does not need to prove it) in order to avoid further embarrassment . It's been 5 years since the charges were introduced, and Kelly has put out 5 albums in the process. He buried himself in work and in the process released the over-rated "Trapped in The Closet" (his silly R&B soap opera that most listeners mistake as "innovative") and maintained his fan base. Fans are turning their heads on Kelly's actions -- like most did but did not for the Woody Allen scandal -- because they want to believe him while slowly abducting the race card and using fame as a blame for his responsibilities. It is a seemingly progressive time period in which black celebrities are free to walk, due to worries of Al Sharpton backlash and "HE WAS ONLY PUT IN JAIL BECAUSE HE'S RICH, FAMOUS, AND BLACK!" However the idea of Kelly possibly being guilty, and denying his guilt because that's just what a person does when accused of sleeping with under-aged girls, is too far fetched for most to grasp. Dave Chappelle immortalized Kelly's responsibilities by mocking him on his Chappelle's Show with the classic sketch "Piss on You." Chappelle understands the absurdity in Kelly's actions and is not afraid to say "That was some stupid shit!" Be it Kelly in the tapes or a set up from some local Kelly "hater", the fact that Kelly has a history of underage girl addictions is enough to write him off as a potential problem. <br /><br />The girl in the sex tape (who will most likely testify when the trial begins September 17, 2007) denies it was her, as do her mother and father. However her aunt and best friend at the time say that it was her. The best friend says she remembers this time well because "both girls had the same haircut." On top of this the friend says that she and the girl in the sex tape began to spend a lot of time with Kelly the summer after sixth grade. The justification on Kelly's part is that the girl (not the friend) was like his "goddaughter" which would account Kelly as asurrogate "godfather figure." However one would wonder how a grown man would find a comfort in spending time with girls on their way to seventh grade. I'm a father of two boys, and there is a personal worry of leaving my boys with a woman outside of their mother; let alone an after school grown man, calling himself their "friend" (as much as one can be "friends" with anadolescent) and over treating my boys to luxuries. One would want to question this type of "ok " considering Kelly's marriage to Aaliyah and countless other girls who have (as of now) come forward. It makes one think back to such lyrics as:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Oooh child<br />things are gonna get a little freakier<br />And I will have you singin' like a mockin' bird<br />Word!"</span> (<span style="font-style:italic;">"Bump and Grind, Remix</span>)<br /><br />Or better yet, a pseudo-hidden message that R. Kelly wrote for Michael Jackson in the title song, "You are not alone." Not to say that Kelly's lyrics are an indication of his vice, but they do not aid his case in a positive direction. For all we know this will all come to a close with Kelly walking with a fine and a slap on the wrist, only for him to stand on live television and run down his "this is what happens when you're famous and successful" number. Kelly has done well to maintain his prolific nature, and is regarded as one of the top producers in the world (results of personal taste), but when one looks closely, he lacks the ability to take responsibility for who he is. It stuns me that Kelly seems to think he has nothing to worry about. That this will all go away. However these types of scandals (motivated by momentary weakness and delusions of grandeur ) carry a poison that lacks a cure and, in most cases, invokes a stand-offish response from those who surround us. Kelly may or may not walk from this trial, but either way, his music cannot overshadow his nature. Nor does his "talent" give him license to express himself outside the law. It is common knowledge that fucking underage girls is a crime. However if Kelly is to continue this practice (and he has proven that it is a practice for him he cannot break) he needs to do it off camera, expect backlash, and welcome the criticism that follows.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-88469601509431575342007-06-28T20:32:00.000-07:002007-06-28T21:53:06.907-07:00According to Neil LaBute...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNffvkEQm_jEHLmNgXoauq7lNoX3dku1M5eizvnDzXnf7eg4KD4x692IM5pu9SNkF43v1xNtxoF3_LI1RoZ-asmZzAZcLvI1yAeMrEAKshMmNQaiLXkrpTFEwNZt9qYiT4P1_aOKKOha3F/s1600-h/mixed+blood.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNffvkEQm_jEHLmNgXoauq7lNoX3dku1M5eizvnDzXnf7eg4KD4x692IM5pu9SNkF43v1xNtxoF3_LI1RoZ-asmZzAZcLvI1yAeMrEAKshMmNQaiLXkrpTFEwNZt9qYiT4P1_aOKKOha3F/s320/mixed+blood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081325538773081906" /></a><br />Since 1997, and going back further to his Mormon school origins, Neil LaBute has made his reputation by causing a stir through his plays, filled with ugly, familiar, and disturbingly human characters that reek of self hatred and seemingly Agnostic lifestyles. While one would argue that the Devil lives in LaBute's work, his plays are actually based in "Acts of God" and Old Testament revenge and foul ups, placing us closer to the hypocrisy that infects our morals. LaBute gets a kick out of stirring up a shit storm (pop culture critic Hal Niedzviecki calls this strive for individuality "the new conformity") because this is what is expected of him. Niedzviecki tells us that this is the world we live in now, where it is necessary for us to create a hypo-active illusion of ourselves in order to be accepted. AndLaBute does this without fail. <br /><br />In May LaBute wrote an article for www.calenderlive.com called "The Cast System" where he speaks about the unfairness of racial casting; in that Black actors are able to be "color blind" cast in other wise "white roles" where white actors don't get the same justice. LaBute proposes the idea of Brad Pitt as Walter Lee in A Raisin in the Sun (a funny idea that better not EVER happen; if you're going to put a white boy in the role of Walter Lee, it better be Daniel Day-Lewis -- a white boy who carries enough inner life to spawn an entire black population of struggle) in attempts to prove his point that if theater is suppose to be for everyone, then plays written for black actors should be open to white actors as well. A black actor, for example, can play Sam in The Dumb Waiter and it is considered "diversity." A white actor plays King in August Wilson's King Hedley II it is considered a violation. LaBute is pointing out the unfair hand that white actors seem to be dealt while not considering that the range of roles for white actors is much more wide spread than roles for actors of color. His argument is reminiscent of whites who make the argument of: "If we were to create our version of Black Entertainment Television (BET) and called it White Entertainment Television (WET), we would be shut down in a week."<br /><br />Truth? Yes. Why? Most people of color do not wish to explain this point beyond saying "That's just the way it goes." It's as vague and hollow as white people claiming to be "color blind" while easily being able to compare the cab driver to a terrorist. The Hispanic politician to the landscaper. The Asian actor to the Asian driver who cut them off on the road. They avoid films with subtitles and tell stories of how they over heard the two black men in the check out line not using "proper English." They considered a closed suburban area, surrounded by strip malls rather than the Food Source, a "good neighborhood." There is an accurate count of how many "friends" of color they have, and while telling endearing stories about their friend(s) of color, they never fail to tag the phrase with "...she's so nice!" So there is a mystery as to how this would be considered being "color blind" much like "that's just the way it goes" is not a sufficient response and never answers the question of "why." However it calculates that people of color isolate themselves for the sake of pride in a society that strives on exploitation and because of this people of color need something, that we like to call, "Our own!" Without this, "diversity" would be impossible and the "color blind" white people would have nothing to talk about or feel cultured by.<br /><br />LaBute creates a weak argument in "Cast System" and he does not help his point when he makes the comment about Denzel Washington playing the title role in Richard III, when he says: "...did they really think this is what was meant by the 'black prince'?" In other words LaBute's proposition is juvenile in the interest of keeping his position in popular culture and proudly playing the post-modernist role in welcoming the opportunity of being accused as a racist. This type of accusation would be fun forLaBute (and a proud label to add to his long list of previous labels put on his by critics) and most likely encourage his behavior to reach further out of hand. The problem withLaBute's article isn't so much race as it is a lack of common social sense. In no way do I feel his comment on Washington was meant to be racial anymore than I feel a child wets his pants out of malice. Both of these actions are acts of instinct and immaturity and require nothing more than a lack of control, whichLaBute pretends to be. Throughout the article LaBute piles one unexplained shock statement on top of the other till it makes one wonder where he has been through his career in theater. LaBute seems to think opportunities are wide open to actors of color so the same should be extended to white people, in that they should be able to appear in an August Wilson play (Wilson never wrote a white character; nor does he allow white directors to stage his plays) or George C. Wolfe's The Colored Museum without hassle. Obviously LaBute has not checked the cast lists in, not only his own plays, but plays by most white American playwrights (best black character written by a white American playwright in the past ten years is the role of William in KennethLonergan's brilliant Lobby Hero), in that as far as roles for actors of color go, there ain't many. Sure, LaBute is attempting to communicate a utopia within the world of theater and it would be nice if we all just let go of the color lines and did shows with who was right for the role and not focused on color (again, the myth of "color blind"). This is a topic that is mentioned in passing, but hardly acknowledged. One can flip through a listing of casting calls and the descriptions are specific and isolating while still claiming "color blind" in their morality. <br /><br />Face it: if someone was really looking to be "color blind" and cast based on ability and not race, (a term rooted in illusion-ism) then why wasn't, say, Blair Underwood thought of (note: I say "thought of" not "cast". "Thought of" would convey that race is not the problem and would create the utopia of race not being the issue) for the role of Martin instead of Bill Pullman in the premier of Edward Albee's The Goat; if there was a true intention on "diversity" in theater, then "color blind casting" would not be an after thought; it would just be done without attention being brought to it. By casting Underwood opposite MercedesRuhl you create a relevance in contemporary America while showing a story of betrayal between two people that is as tragic and hurtful as it was with Pullman (who was brilliant). the best part is, the "color blind" theory is challenged and erupts inner prejudice from the audience rather than Albee's script (which holds no sign of race) and digs into the human condition while showing mobility in progression. To have seen Underwood in place of Pullman would show the "color blind" lens for what it truly is: you take away color, there is still black and white surrounded by a lot of grey. this is a utopia thatLaBute does not see. Casting is based on inner life and truth behind the actions of the character -- which has nothing to do with color, but circumstance. And thoughLaBute's idea of Brad Pitt in the role of Walter Lee is funny (and interesting in theory) it is still irrelevant in comparison. A Raisin in the Sun is based in class and race. The Goat is based in upper middle class boredom. Pitt shows no sign of struggle while Daniel Day-Lewis does. So Underwood in the Pullman role verses Pitt in the SidneyPortier role is a clash of difference. And still, in the reality of casting, white people win out. <br /><br />With the reputation LaBute has created for himself it's a wonder that he would write an article with such a thoughtless through line. One would think thatLaBute would use his status to encourage more actors of color to do his plays (outside of his play This Is How It Goes, LaBute has no black characters in his work) and go against "type" and push the the boundaries a bit further than usual rather than complain that white actors are being treated unfairly. One would expect forLaBute to lash out against race by writing a play about the ultimate 21st century Uncle Tom and cast Dave Chappelle in the lead role, and create a stir in pop culture. This would not only create a sold out production, but provide an insightful look at the very ugliness that plagues racial issues (not to mention put a better spin in attempts to explore the complexity of new age race relations). Instead Labute proves his own stereotype and reveals that he is every bit as shallow as we are told he is. He does not show his gift in being able to exploit the down fall of middle-class boredom. Nor does he use his gift to convey human circumstance in the type of reality that is so horrible and relatable that the Republican in us is more willing to shun it off rather than face it to land on an understanding of social reaction. Instead LaBute immortalizes his own hype and goes for the laugh. He makes a cartoon of himself to entertain rather than inform. He dumbs himself down to operate within the anti-intellectualism, which is so fashionable in America, rather than stand, firmly, behind the tone of his writing. One would begin this article with thinking that LaBute was going to enlighten us rather than offend. But he betrays this with an obnoxious output. <br /><br />Below I copied the link to the article. It's a curious read but LaBute makes his point in a way that reminds me of why white boys, who have been exposed to Chappelle's Show (therefore feeling they have the right to use the N-Word freely) are a danger to the future to come. One can only do justice by reading the article for themselves. <br /><br />http://www.calendarlive.com/stage/cl-ca-labute6may06,0,3916973.storyanthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-58363919803076769142007-06-27T07:45:00.000-07:002007-06-28T21:56:15.808-07:00Thank You Cody ChestnuTT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXMf3hTzLH5uqv4Mr_dHQxxs2hZTgRxoq2YWoEKg3GM2TZPJObt5n_N609OLs4ErOF4yDFV9tCe8BqYEyPK8jk4O2EsiYDWUghFX1i6sa6TcxxCI8m9_oF6rqoDBRA1NPXuDX1dejLB6Q/s1600-h/200px-ChesnuTT.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXMf3hTzLH5uqv4Mr_dHQxxs2hZTgRxoq2YWoEKg3GM2TZPJObt5n_N609OLs4ErOF4yDFV9tCe8BqYEyPK8jk4O2EsiYDWUghFX1i6sa6TcxxCI8m9_oF6rqoDBRA1NPXuDX1dejLB6Q/s320/200px-ChesnuTT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080757671082106642" /></a><br />Clearly the most unknown “rock and roll” artist, today, is Cody ChestnuTT. The Headphone Masterpiece is a testament to why the hip-hop movement began: urban frustration and a need for honest expression; and ChestnuTT manages to do this with a grass roots tie in, despite the lack of expression in today’s popular music that stands in the clutches of marketing, which is why it is a breakthrough to know of an artist like ChestnuTT in the first place. ChestnuTT is everything Lenny Kravitz wants to be – “retro”, sexy, and musically literate. While Kravitz is busy being famous, ChestnuTT glows under the light of limited musical creation. The Headphone Masterpiece finds its life in the sell-your-tapes-out-the-back-of-your-trunk-then-get-a-bucket-of-paste-and<br />-promote-your-show, (DIY style, from the punk rock era of the 70s) in a tradition that use to count for something on a slow burn to "getting noticed." ChestnuTT is not a poser. He is a musician who creates in spite of himself. He couldn’t care less if his listeners relate; he’s going to tell his story as he does on the beautiful "Serve This Royalty":<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">“People think that I’m lazy<br />People think that I’m this fool, because,<br />I gives a fuck about the government,<br />And I didn’t graduate from high school.<br />But I know how it’s done,<br />So I’m gonna be number one.<br />Thank you Jesus, for my Mama,<br />And I thank you bitches,<br />For my money”<br /></span></span><br /> <br /><br />Perhaps the boldest statement, since NWA said “Fuck the Police” (and “gangsta” rap took a well deserved nose dive ever since). This is not a tantrum; it’s an honest statement. The results one gets when dealing with inner contradictions. ChestnuTT puts his contradictions on the table, with no apologies. Listeners can relate to his music, because we’ve all felt it:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">“All this,<br />caffeine in me,<br />is the reason,<br />I’ve been so mean.<br />Oh honey, forgive me,<br />For being the dick that I’ve been,<br />To the children and you!”</span></span><br /><br /><br />He allows room for mistake and lesson. Usher imitates honesty on Confessions; there is no truth to his confession. Mearly the appearance of; shallow listeners take Usher at his word, dismissing the situation as it stands (cheating to the furthest extreme of getting another woman pregnant, is not a confession; it’s a verdict -- you’re fucked.). Never once seeing that he’s an asshole with no redemption; whereas ChestnuTT speaks from his heart. An asshole is only an asshole because he/she is not aware of it. For someone to say they’re an asshole is for them to be conscience of their behavior with an interest in correcting it. The only reason Usher wants to correct his actions is because he doesn’t have a choice. ChestnuTT does have a choice and he can chose to not correct, learn or grow. But he chooses to grow. In every mistake ChestnuTT makes…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">“...girl I’ve got a lover behind my lover’s back<br />and I’m keepin’ my secrets,<br />mine!”</span></span><br /> <br /><br />…there is an action applied...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">"...I'll put my seed<br />in your bush for life..."</span></span><br /><br />..which causes him to grow and expand and own his mistakes with purpose. His humanity (not his ghetto-fabulousim) shines through and though his lyrics tend to be a bit harsh...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">"I got a big fat dick<br />and that's all you gon' get,<br />Trick,<br />I gotta let you know.<br />Bitch, I'm broke!"</span></span><br /><br /><br />...we can't help but be fascinated by his audacity and contradicted diatribe. For there is a dark side to all of us. And ChestnuTT pulls no punches when it comes to letting loose:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Maybe,<br />I'm insane.<br />But don't you hold it against me, girl.<br />I'm a lunatic,<br />with convictions."</span></span><br /><br />Much like Mary J. Blige in her My Life album, ChestnuTT digs into a place that few urban males allow for themselves. He rids himself of the “pimp” talk, and reveals a crying child from within. Kravitz thought he was doing this with “It Ain’t Over…” but hardly matches ChestnuTT's preparation for loss. Whereas Kravitz can hardly stand to be the "underdog", ChestnuTT welcomes his failures with humble gesture and voice, while at a point of beggary and shame, ChestnuTT is willing to shed his pride and cast his vulnerability to the wind. Kravitz cannot get passed his image and ChestnuTT toys with this type of weakness in his song “Look Good in Leather” -- a musical satire on the rock star, Kravitz-Esq, mentality. <br /><br />ChestnuTT gets “ghetto” on his anti-bling, “Bitch, I’m Broke.” There is nothing brutal about the song. It makes fun of “gangsta” rap, while staying true to it. “Bitch, I’m Broke” is a reminder of the High School mentality – the search for gas money when you would drive your mom’s car; the envy of the other man, showing true male vulnerability. “Serve This Royalty”, all about belief and hope. The point of view of the “low life”. Diatribe of the disturbed, put sweetly. It’s the “how true is your love” test. He speaks about the upcoming artist (himself) and “can you stand the rain?” <br /><br />It wasn’t until ChestnuTT featured his remake on The Roots Phrenology album that he was introduced to the world, with “The Seed (2.0)”. The pantie throwing rock song that ?uestLove himself said was a whole new world for The Roots, and “…we gotta do this rock shit more often.” The same truth applies to listeners who aren’t hip to ChestnuTT. The album was released in 2002, The Headphone Masterpiece lives up to it’s name and through process of elimination, stands on it’s own in the history of the worlds most underrated rock music.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-82474849200734416382007-06-27T04:43:00.000-07:002007-06-27T09:03:24.525-07:00a creation in a void<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirCoaYwlbECFKIpybrL9dQVu4I0scRLZlcxDnuMkCWcQDvMug4IMOSrjdQbORy9qIh8zZPbMHgHwlpljXjFwzrwuHL0r55dV0eTTuGa5bMQhCpgu-ZzWCUkYM20J30usSfIw5YS0C6W18n/s1600-h/mulatto2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirCoaYwlbECFKIpybrL9dQVu4I0scRLZlcxDnuMkCWcQDvMug4IMOSrjdQbORy9qIh8zZPbMHgHwlpljXjFwzrwuHL0r55dV0eTTuGa5bMQhCpgu-ZzWCUkYM20J30usSfIw5YS0C6W18n/s320/mulatto2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080710164448845554" /></a><br /><br />A friend of mine (who happens to be white) expressed to me that the man she’s dating (who happens to be black) made the comment that “African Americans have no culture” which spawned a moving train of thought through your fellow blogger’s head that I haven’t been able to dismiss.<br /><br />First of all, one has to consider the man she’s dating. Not so much his point of view (he’s entitled to it), but him as a person who happens to be African American; and to take the stance that we have “no culture” is to dismiss all the makings of what American culture truly is. Not to mention one must take the stance of “what is culture” and “what is culture to you?” Therefore it would be difficult to make a blanket statement about this man’s opinion; yet it must be remembered that this type of thinking comes from lack of understanding and lack of research on what defines “culture” and not to mention proves the contemporary embracing of good old fashion denial.<br /><br />Consider the statement: “African Americans have no culture.” That would mean he should dismiss music, theater, cinema, language, dance, food, education and politics from his life completely and live in a cave. For this seems to be a statement to come, understandably, from the white supremacies before the common black male. For even those who lack a sense of intellectualism can understand the impact that, not only black, but every group one can think of, has had on this country in the creation and adaptation of culture.<br /><br />What this man seems to have missed is that African Americans are every bit of culture; the set back is, we’re the least practicing of our culture. From our removal from Africa and entrance to the Western World we lost a sense of cultural upbringing; but this doesn’t mean we “have no culture.” It means that we adapted to the circumstances we were presented with and made the best out of it. We were forced to find a new way of life and incorporate our homeland routines into the newfound American life. We found the blues in the fields. We found a new form of comedy in the presents of “Ole’ Massa”; and later “Ole’ Massa” took this comedy and created the Minstrel show that, forever, immortalized the trends of black life, which was soon excepted world wide – in the most important, yet, offensive way, since the Minstrels were not intended for flattery, but for imitation and insults. Yet, as it’s said, “mockery is the biggest form of flattery”; and this proved itself to be true up to right now, even while white people display an admiration for us while consistently holding contempt for black people; and yet for this man to take the stance that we “have no culture” is for him to discredit all the work we put into the building of America. Does he know not of Booker T. Washington? Fredrick Douglass? Bessie Smith? But, oh yeah, “music is the common response” to a statement such as us having no culture; so to include a musician on the list would be to play into the cliché of what “black people are good for”. Yet did he look back to see that there was pride set in our creativity (even with having to submit to the ways of white folks, leading black performers to have to perform in Minstrel shows – blackening their already black faces -- in order to make a dollar?) that gave a sense of hope for upward mobility? Did he miss how Nat Turner (though a crooked preacher) took the initiative, and demonstrated his leadership in the most memorable slave revolt of American history? Does he not realize that Tuskegee Institute was built through the blood, sweat and struggle of Booker T. Washington, despite the odds against him? Should we cancel out the beauty behind the Harlem Renaissance, which brought black people together in a way that has never been repeated (creating the best music, poetry, and literature that this country has ever seen), and gave us a spot of our own in American history? Would the Harlem Renaissance be considered (since it’s cliché to group black people with music) irrelevant because on a surface level it seems like it was only about “the arts” and not about community, way of life, and upward mobility? Community, way of life, and upward mobility were EVERYTHING that that Harlem Renaissance was about, and the music was the celebration and added bonus. All of this is a representation of what culture is about; and all of this is a reminder of what we’ve done to move America forward. Has he not considered Zora Neal Hurston, and her reminder to us about the importance and beauty in black folklore? The folklore tales that was adapted from African heritage (a part of our “culture”, that I guess is nonexistent) with the intent to educate? Should this be dismissed since “African Americans have no culture?” <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Culture: <br />the behavior patterns, arts, beliefs, institutions, and all other products of human work and thought, especially as expressed in a particular community or period.</span></span><br /><br />…to see this definition it blows my mind that this man can boldly say that “African Americans have no culture.” Sounds to me like everything described above is EXACTLY what culture is; and yet we live in a generation where we didn’t have to suffer, therefore it’s easy to discredit the blood spilled for the sake of our twenty-first century privileges.<br /><br />The Harlem Renaissance is the very definition of black culture. The building of Tuskegee Institute (a black college) is the very definition of culture! The influence of Rock and Roll from the roots of The Blues is culture! The origin of hip-hop in the parks of the Bronx is culture! All things started by black people. And to dismiss these, and hundreds and thousands of others (including speech patterns and linguistics) is to admit to one’s own ignorance.<br /><br />Second of all, music is the culture of all cultures. Music is the greatest gift to the world. Music defines emotion, action, and progression. Music is the worldwide culture that sustains a universal understanding. However it’s a “cliché” to accredit music as a part of African American culture? The corruption comes from those who profit off the music (white people) in contrast to those who create it (black people); and if he’s speaking in terms of the status of contemporary music (“black” music is only considered hip-hop) and how it has become solely a marketing tool, then that’s one thing; but to claim that music doesn’t hold water in the relevance of our culture is an insult and screams “bullshit” from all angles. For this man to say that it’s a cliché to connect black people and music is for him to admit that he doesn’t love music in the first place. Even white musician worth their salt will admit to the influences spawned by black people (unless you’re Sheryl Crowe, who alarmingly, lists the most influential albums in her life and she failed to mention one black artist) and tirelessly make their contributions to the origin. The slaves use to say that “white folks can’t live without the niggers and the niggers can’t live without white folks”, which states the social co-dependency that we have grown to incorporate in our daily lives. In other words: white people KNOW even without saying, where their debts lie in why America has found it’s place in upward mobility. And that reason is because of black culture!<br /><br />However, it was because my friend is white that this man found comfort in shutting her down when she attempted to disagree with his point. It’s easy for black people to state “it’s a black thang; you don’t understand” and take no responsibility (probably because it’s too “white” to do so) in explaining their point of view to a debatable level and agree to disagree if necessary. It’s the inner privilege that black people have created for themselves, and allows us to play the victim rather than get a deeper sense of why we may feel the way we feel; because if we were to truly study the “why” we would discover that there is very little to get heated about without a conversation. This doesn’t take away from the arguments in the walls of white ignorance (my mother told me as a kid: “You can’t argue with a fool”); but it does break down the walls of our victim hood and allow us to confront an issue head on.<br /><br />To sum up: African Americans DO have culture. And the reason we know this is because it is a part of everyday life. The problem is, those who lack the eye to recognize it take the gifts for granted; therefore, with a certain type of thinking and certain type of denial, it is easy for some to mistake our, so called, lack of culture as truth.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-65555315224884160132007-06-27T01:31:00.000-07:002007-06-27T04:22:10.529-07:00a riff on Tupac Shakur<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZ0e9StYnN2fgekyoehXdMtF9HpQqrZBcfVUdQL2Qur82YaEjhcKpKmYeQVeJ4-wXGkBitkWFKJjI0zxfTy07e1FEwNb9M2myJn30krSsOxHdTL5fM2IQLiGhnfGjEADyPRfb6KY21_sQ/s1600-h/bugs.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZ0e9StYnN2fgekyoehXdMtF9HpQqrZBcfVUdQL2Qur82YaEjhcKpKmYeQVeJ4-wXGkBitkWFKJjI0zxfTy07e1FEwNb9M2myJn30krSsOxHdTL5fM2IQLiGhnfGjEADyPRfb6KY21_sQ/s320/bugs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080702884479278802" /></a><br />Out of all the rappers that dropped around 1990, Tupac Shakur tops them all by having crossed the line of icon and idiot. This is apparent by the life that was provided for him, verses the life he chose in the end. For those of us who followed Tupac since the beginning of his career watched him grow from neo-Black nationalist to gangsta rapper in the blink of an eye. 2Pacalypse Now, his most powerful album next <br />to Me Against the World, displayed a self-taught poet in the making. He managed to gain fans of all cultures based on his original approach to lyricism (a trait that Emenim admits to have stolen for his own style) and vocal distinction. You always knew when Tupac was on the track; not to mention he proved his acting chops in the underrated Gridlock’d (eclipsing the pointless Poetic Justice – a vehicle for Janet Jackson that suffered behind her telegraphed acting which did nothing to honor her later work, on The Velvet Rope – her best album to date) and Above the Rim (not a good movie; but an important film for the times, that also created perhaps the best soundtrack of the 90s, including the ground breaking song “Pain” by Tupac). Yet Shakur’s death was of no surprise, which plays into the “Tupac’s still alive” silliness that has infected popular culture to no end (get a clue, people…HE’S DEAD!). The theories come from the “Tupac is still releasing albums” talk and yet most people forget to sit back and think of one simple fact: Tupac was prolific! It doesn’t occur to pop culture lovers – who give Tupac the Elvis image -- what true genius is, in that Tupac wrote and recorded quickly and was serious about himself as an artist from day one even though before his life ended he was forced (by gun point) to hold up a “gangsta” image that he finally had no choice but to play into. What is missed is that Tupac feared for his life since the day Suge Knight bailed him out. The Mafioso mentality that infected Death Row Records was a syndrome that was nearly impossible to escape (and most are scared to admit that All Eyes On Me was Shakur’s most amateurish album that held one song of brilliance: “Got My Mind Made Up”. And that was because of the surprise guest rappers that continued to appear – Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Method Man & Redman) and despite the fact that Shakur recorded like a mad man to celebrate his “get out of jail free” card, he was still under the pressure of maintaining his “Thug Life” image:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">"...I live Thug Life,<br />baby I’m hopeless.<br />Chokin’ off indo,<br />Tryin’ tuh keep ma’<br />Focus…"</span></span><br /><br />This would be enough to drive any person to insanity. Shakur maintained the image of being misunderstood, while screaming for help through his music. It’s clear in “Ain’t Nothin’ Butta Gangsta Party” with Snoop Dogg that Shakur was so deep into the American psyche that even to put out garbage like that would win him world wide praise and presence in boomin’ systems across the nation. Shakur searched for loyalty in his peers but couldn’t shake the fact that they were all hanging on his coat tail for popularity and pussy, so much to the point that it drove a man ahead of his time to an early grave. Had Shakur not been killed he would have killed himself and gained a bigger media memorial than Hunter S. Thompson based strictly on his iconic status. Before he died Shakur had just scratched the surface of his ability; and, like Malcolm X who before his death was ready to take America to the World Court for racial misconduct, Shakur was ready to show his fans that he could be forgiven for his latter-day Death Row bullshit that fooled listeners into believing they were hearing ground breaking hip-hop. It’s like people who thought that Stankonia was Outkasts first album -- inaccurate and ridiculous. It only proves of a popular culture (white kids) so far behind that they caught up in the aftermath, and this brings rage to those of us who were there from the beginning. It’s unfortunate that most people didn’t experience Shakur’s “Definition of a Thug Nigga” where he breaks down, in plain English (so plain, it would be easy to misunderstand his true nature) what a “thug” really is:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">“…before I go broke,<br />I’ll be a drug dealer,<br />A thug nigga.”</span></span><br /><br />Shakur took the victim hood mentality and turned it over so that it could resonate to everyday life. The struggle of a “thug nigga” seems no different from your everyday corporate mover and shaker. Shakur brought a necessity to survival that seemed as though we were all living this struggle, making his music – perhaps – the most relevant of it’s times. In the gut wrenching “So Many Tears” which is the truest forecast to Shakur’s death :<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">“…now that I’m strugglin’ in this business<br />by any means<br />label me greedy gettin’ green<br />but seldom seen<br />and fuck the world cuz I’m cursed<br />I’m havin’ visions of leavin’ here in a Hurst,<br />God can you feel me…”</span><br /></span><br /><br />He goes on to predict:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">“Now I’m lost and I’m weary,<br />so many tears,<br />I’m suicidal<br />So don’t stand near me<br />My every move is a calculated step<br />To bring me close<br />To embrace an early death<br />There’s nothin’ left…”</span></span><br /><br />This was pre-Suge Knight and post-Digital Underground, putting Shakur at the mercy of his own brilliance. It seemed as though everyone wanted a piece of him (Digital Underground being the most genuine) and Shakur was stuck in the middle of staying true to his gifts and giving over to super stardom. Shakur couldn’t avoid his popularity. In a world where individuality is taboo, Shakur was the exception and eventually a traitor of his own self. He conformed to what was asked of him because he didn’t have a choice: Shakur was TRULY a victim. Perhaps one of the only victims of the last fifty years who was asked to sell his soul to the Devil in order to be free (literally) which caused him to be the most important tragic hero of our times. He was a man of contradictions. It’s hard to forgive Shakur near the end of his life (the alleged sodomy, pulling a gun on a police officer) and yet, it’s hard to argue with his rage. Shakur was a man who was born to a black panther crack-mother (now recovered, so to speak) and yet went to Baltimore’s school of arts. He found his creative chops and excelled; though we praise hacks like 50 Cent, Nelly, and Ja’ Rule (the fake Shakur “replacement”) one has to understand that there will be no other artist like Shakur. He was intelligent, violent, loud, skilled, motivated, self-deprecating, cocky, sweet, respectful, beautiful, and stupid all at the same time; and most people don’t allow for these types of contradictions to shine through. He knew how to pump gangsta-isms and still find some of the most resonating lyrical boundaries that have ever been explored, as he did on “If I Die Tonight” from Strictly for my N.I.G.G.A.Z.:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">“…jealous niggas and broke bitches<br />Equal packed jails…”</span></span><br /><br />Even when he did the powerful and melo-dramatic ass-kissing “Keep Ya Head Up” to send “support” to black women, he still followed up the track with the classic fuck-fest “I Get Around”, which crushed the point to “Keep Ya Head Up” and still got those black women he was supporting to dance along with enthusiasm to his masochistic madness. Shakur understood that his audience went beyond the ghetto. He understood that through his misunderstood nature that he would still find a core of listeners to relate to his chaos. One can only give Shakur praise for what he did and hopefully understand what it truly means to be a victim in black America.<br /><br />-- anthony d'juananthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-14513118924256407772007-06-27T01:09:00.000-07:002007-06-27T04:14:17.546-07:00Lush Life: the brilliance of Billy Strayhorn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBeN5TB9IgFywcS3lo1n-6Zf4D-DWKVAAkkcVZ-IH_KmjaYmQreTtb73TQfOVEOLHfroFF76yxGB3beXqBAs4_VQNEHRr15TZUzIyFQVJ_IeMHwKb8ZLXkMsj__1iGu-Bd0YqzfjUVABc2/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBeN5TB9IgFywcS3lo1n-6Zf4D-DWKVAAkkcVZ-IH_KmjaYmQreTtb73TQfOVEOLHfroFF76yxGB3beXqBAs4_VQNEHRr15TZUzIyFQVJ_IeMHwKb8ZLXkMsj__1iGu-Bd0YqzfjUVABc2/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080700852959747762" /></a><br />Billy Strayhorn was the first openly gay black man to live in the public eye, in the 20th century; a bit taboo, considering this was in the 1920s and so forth. Though homosexuality wasn’t uncommon during the era of big band jazz, blues, and the Harlem Renaissance (Bessie Smith was bi-sexual, while, poet, Langston Hughes was assumed to be gay because he was never “seen with a woman”), in the case of Strayhorn it was a breakthrough considering he was not only an amazing composer, but the composer for the world renowned, brilliant musical creator, Duke Ellington. <br /><br />At the age of 17 Strayhorn wrote “Lush Life.” A somber look at loneliness and the long for lost love and human truth. How Strayhorn could capture such accuracy at a young age was puzzling to many; yet one has to consider with the upbringing he had (there was an incident where Strayhorn’s alcoholic father pulled Strayhorn’s glasses off his face, put them on the ground, stomped them, then walked out laughing hysterically, leaving Strayhorn to ponder his father’s actions), which did contribute to his own inner-blues. For Strayhorn was a loner for most of his life, growing up, choosing to bury himself into classical music, rather than “regular” childhood activities. He discovered his homosexuality early in life and surprisingly wasn’t too fearful with coming forth with it. His “coming out” wasn’t so much of a shit storm, as it is for most people, it seems, today mostly because Strayhorn owned it quietly and confidently enough that he didn’t leave much room for his orientation to be questioned. He just played the music and went on to a behind the scenes, semi-famous life along side Ellington. Since Strayhorn wasn’t a front man (nor did he hardly take the spot light), his significance in Ellington’s career is easily forgotten. Yet “Lush Life” made the rounds throughout the industry, spawning numerous versions from numerous singers, like Frank Sinatra and Nat King Cole (yet the best being the version done by John Coltrane, alone, in a 13 minute intoxicating instrumental that could illuminate the inner-blues existing in anyone), and bringing, for Strayhorn, a very calm comfortable life. He didn’t place himself around many racial matters. Nor did he play the victim in racial confrontation, as do many black people today (black people today with more resources and access to upward mobility than we ever had back in the 20s and 30s and 40s still choose to see themselves as second class citizens, rather than the originators of American Culture that we are). Yet it was in these old times where blacks didn’t allow white hatred to overcome them; and this was the kind of white hatred that was out in the open. Sure, this era wasn’t perfect, but there was a sense of community, family, and creativity (along side crime, poverty, and un-wed mothers), all of which fueled the energy that went into the music and daily life.<br /><br />The lyrics in “Lush Life” bring pain right out in the open:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">I used to visit all the very gay places<br />Those come-what-may places<br />Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life<br />To get the feel of life from jazz and cocktails</span></span><br /><br />And yet to take these lyrics as a “sign” of who Strayhorn later revealed himself to be would be an exercise in ignorance. “Lush Life” is a song of escape from pain and past heart ache up started by illusion:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces<br />With distingue traces that used to be there<br />You could see where they'd been washed away<br />By too many through the day, twelve o'clock tales</span><br /></span><br /><br />Clearly the observation of loss and lies is a through line in Strayhorn’s message. It’s a song for the dreamer. The since of “oh, what else must I do” when the world has closed you out and there’s nothing left to do but to take this one night to wallow in the stomach of self-pity:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Life is lonely again and only last year<br />Everything seemed so sure<br />Now life is awful again<br />A trough full of hearts could only be a bore<br />A week in Paris could ease the bite of it<br />All I care is to smile in spite of it<br />I'll forget you, I will while yet you are still<br />Burning inside my brain romance is mush<br />Stifling those who strive<br />So I'll live a lush life in some small dive<br />And there I'll be<br />While I rot with the rest of those<br />Whose lives are lonely too</span></span><br /><br />And yet, it’s a far cry from melodrama. This is a song about the deepest set pain known to anyone: a loss that one has no control over, which usually equates to suicide (not bad for a 17 year old). <br /><br />“Lush Life” signifies a special place in all of us. Not only the song but the spirit it creates. I can recall many days, in my twenties, where there was a lost hope sitting right in front of me that I could reach for and didn’t because one stops themselves from happiness out of the pleasure of the self-pity; and though we are as much responsible for the result of our pain as the person who inflicts it, it’s not to stop us from taking that ultimate lush life “in some small dive” where we’re told there is hope. The truest of human qualities (at least in these old days) come out in the dive bar. People interact with strangers and find a common ground, more so than one may do at their desk job; and Strayhorn knew this before we knew it; and even more, Strayhorn knew it before he himself knew it – which put him ahead of his time. To be so brave and create a clear picture of the life we will all soon lead is to take the deepest understanding to human needs. So we can only applaud Strayhorn for his bravery and naiveté that allows us to remember the truth behind our lush life escapism and our constant search for happiness.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139998584650709706.post-28198723487527197482007-06-03T21:29:00.001-07:002007-06-28T01:58:43.808-07:00Rabbit Hole<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwblNqI3ejkul55TrHsRLM32da4cTTmHTkvwAwe3J6aXpiAn19KNjQxNJrnYbwKu6GWCT70H82PDaHK6yfJ5zWW7fa7mR4_vqT5XqmSiSzTI0EW3zLUahb1EoWvy30MzF-yRB_cmMU-BXH/s1600-h/invite-rabbit-hole.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwblNqI3ejkul55TrHsRLM32da4cTTmHTkvwAwe3J6aXpiAn19KNjQxNJrnYbwKu6GWCT70H82PDaHK6yfJ5zWW7fa7mR4_vqT5XqmSiSzTI0EW3zLUahb1EoWvy30MzF-yRB_cmMU-BXH/s320/invite-rabbit-hole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081037002870136610" /></a><br />David Lindsey-Abaire has found a nitch in theater, close to Edward Albee's brilliant <span style="font-style:italic;">The Goat or Who is Sylvia?</span> (which premiered on Broadway in 2002 with Bill Pullman and Mercedes Ruhle). Lindsey-Abaire's <span style="font-style:italic;">Rabbit Hole</span>, winner of the 2007 Pulitzer Prize, tells the story of a family working to cope with the death of their four year old son. The death has brought on a dense feeling in the household, causing the married couple to loose communication, a sense of the present, and a sexual balance within the marriage. In the past, Lindsey-Abaire has been the author of some of the finest comedies of the century (namely <span style="font-style:italic;">Fuddy Meers</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">A Devil Inside</span>), gaining a rep in dark humor and true human connection. This time around Lindsey-Abaire throws us for a loop, since <span style="font-style:italic;">Rabbit Hole</span> stands and pure drama; the type of drama that can easily be mis taken and mis directed by the amature (those who refuse to let go of his previous plays). <span style="font-style:italic;">Rabbit Hole </span>demonstrates a social commentary that most of us are afraid to face in our real lives.<br /><br />"Is this just about sex?"<br /><br />"No, it's not about sex...OK, maybe it is about the sex. I don't know."<br /><br />This interaction stands as the largest bridge between male/female relations. In that a woman's grevience is not covered by intercourse (speaking generally), while a man tends to hide his pain beneath it. Men in their most vulnerable state don't tend to hide in the shadows; but rather loose the pain through a sense of pleasure, while women dive into the pain with no choice. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Rabbit Hole</span> stands as an example of pain. The beauty is that the play does not play as melodrama; nor does it reach to the audience and dictate a demanded response. <span style="font-style:italic;">Rabbit Hole</span> plays out a normal course revealing the uncovering of pain. Denial that sits deep in our psyche and refuses to let us free unless we come clean of our feelings. Lindsey-Abaire (one of our most interesting American playwrights who, unlike Neal LaBute, explores the complexity of human behavior rather than the vivid for the sake of shock value) has joined the ranks of Richard Greenberg, Tony Kushner, and Suzan-Lori Parks.anthony djuan sheltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757740339320450775noreply@blogger.com0