SO HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS AS THEY HAPPENED. IF THEY SEEM DISJOINTED OR CRAZY IT'S BECAUSE THEY WERE MY THOUGHTS AS THEY HAPPENED. IF I DIDN'T COMMENT ON SOMETHING, I OBVIOUSLY DIDN'T THINK IT WAS WORTH COMMENTING ON. IF YOU DISAGREE WITH ME ON ANYTHING... THEN YOU'RE JUST WRONG.
so, I just turned on the grammy's… and my friend toya gave me the idea to live blog my thoughts… so here they are.
- When Alicia Keys belts, she has a tendancy to sound like Renee Zellwegger (yes, I just said that) as Roxy Hart in "Chicago" (go back and listen if you don't believe me). She looks good from chest up (can't really see the rest). Anyone else feel like Frank's vocals aren't matched up with his video feed? This would have been freaking awesome had Celine Dion not just done it with Elvis Presley. She is also one of the most boring speakers… EVER. They had the right idea having Frank speak to open up the show… but why in the world would you follow that up with boring, boring Alicia? - Why can't Carrie Underwood ever wear anything besides those shorts? I feel like she wore them once and never went back. Why is the cast of Stomp performing with her? Someone needs to tell her bass player that he is on the Grammy's… clean up, wash your hair, shave a little… stop going to Supercuts. Did anyone else think this whole "break down" section with the Stomp cast was the cheesiest thing ever? And why is she so glittery? Glitter EVERYWHERE. - Prince is a legend! Looks amazing!!! The glasses. The hair. The suit. Perfect. - Was anyone surprised that Alicia won Female R&B Vocal Performance? I could never hear that song again and be OK. It's turning into "Lord I Lift Your Name On High". Her outfit looks amazing, but her boobs look a little squashed. Her skin looks great; guess she really got serious about "Proactive". - Jimmy Jam? Seriously? "The Time"? I may be dating myself, but I have no idea who these guys are. I know some of you are thinking that I should have no say in anything since I don't know who these guys are… I'll say they look very happy to not be flipping burgers tonight and wearing rented tuxedos. Of course! Of course they stuck Rihanna with these fools… making her sing one of the greatest songs of the year to some dumb 80's techno, vibe, organ pad. Why is everyone's microphone bedazzled? These dancers make me feel like I'm at a gay club… a gay club with bad music. She looks like an ostrich; looks like Project Runway had a "make-a-dress-out-of-an-exotic-bird" competition, and Rihanna's designer lost. And can she PLEASE get some different background vocals? Someone should let her know that "Ma ma se, ma ma sa, ma ma koo sa" is taken. - Why is Tom Hanks at the Grammy's? - I'll confess that as someone that does what Cirque du Soleil does for a living… I rarely understand what any of their stuff actually MEANS. But it really doesn't matter. Amazing. How old is the black guy that is singing "Let It Be"? Is he a toddler? Is he a senior citizen? He has Gary Coleman syndrome… and I can't tell; he can't sing either. YES! Nell Carter!!! Save him please! Nevermind… Nell can't sing either. And of course, a gospel choir. So obvious. Tragic. I love how people think that's the only way to convey emotion nowadays… pull out the gospel choir. - I LOVE Cindy Lauper! She looks so great! But her acting is a little hokey. I don't like Miley Cyrus. Was anyone surprised that Amy Winehouse won Best New Artist (she doesn't even feel new)? It was a given. "She couldn't be here tonight because she's still detoxing in rehab in London." - Jason Bateman is a MORON. I don't even know who he is… but he's an idiot. "The greatest band in the land… Foo Fighters!" Cut to commercial. Please. - I have to hand it to Kanye's pyro guy… phenomenal. You know he can't see… that's why he's been standing in one spot the whole time. He looks like a cartoon character in the dark. Ok, nevermind; he's moving everywhere. How can he see? Kanye is arrogant enough to make sure he's the ONLY one on stage. No dancers, no singers, NOTHING. He REALLY doesn't understand that he's not entertaining enough to carry a show by himself. Wish those robots were actually mixing something. Glow in the dark violins are cool… but what year is it? 1988? WHY IS HE SINGING? I know his mom died, but come on! Know your limitations! I get that this is sad and emotional, but this is the Grammy's! Pursue musical excellence… not just a selfish emotional moment. Sorry, I'm horrible, but he can't sing! And what's up with the lyrical, stripper angel on the screen? Kanye should never be singing… he DEFINITELY should never sing while being backed up by only a harp. Glad that's over. He got the emotional standing ovation. I would have stayed in my seat. - Fergie and John Legend? Seriously? Together? WOW! That's balanced. I know my friends are rewinding this performance OVER AND OVER. John didn't even sing. Pity. - If Dreamgirls doesn't win… I may shut the TV off. Oh my LORD! I'm so over the Beatles! Seriously? That won over Dreamgirls? The most vocally incredible soundtrack of our decade? I'm SO TIRED of us "honoring" these old fogies that we forget to give proper credit to the artists of our day. The Beatles had their time! Now let's give it to some deserving artists that are really entertaining us on a day to day basis. - I can see Cher's cooch through the trash bag she's wearing. But at least she is funny and gives proper respect to artists that deserve it. Spoken word and "A Chorus Line"? I LOVE Beyonce!!! She sounds AMAZING! TINA TURNER!!! My friend just said, "What is she wearing?" I said, "Whatever she wants to! She's Tina Turner! Whatever she wants to!" Unfortunately, her nipples are uneven. She's getting a little chubby in her old years… looks a little "Sherman Klump-ish". But she is truly a legend. AMAZING! Tina's dancers are always amazing! If Tina and Beyonce don't perform together I will be upset. Tina, why can't I get some Proud Mary? But I LOVE her dancing! She's not good anymore… but she's TINA! Yes, they are singing together! I can see what Beyonce ate for lunch up her hoo-ha skirt/shorts… YES THEY ARE DOING PROUD MARY! This is gonna be AMAZING! I just LOST it! I can't wait till they do the "rolling, rolling" dance! YES!!! Dancing is AMAZING! I'm glad Beyonce went the smart route and didn't try to out-sing Tina (cause she could have if she wanted to)… she did her thing!!! She was Beyonce, but was really having fun and was blending in. A true artist. - Why is there a gold snake around Nelly Furtado's neck and who is the crypt-keeper that's presenting with her? - I hope Corrine Bailey Rae wins the songwriting award, but it would be so ironic if Amy Winehouse won! Cause she's IN REHAB. "They tried to make me go to rehab, so I went, went, went." She won. Irony wins the day. I hope she performs via satellite with her group therapy session going on in the background. - I could care less about the Foo Fighters. - Why is George Lopez on the Grammy's? At least he's not boring, like Alicia Keys. - Chris Brown, Solange and Akon; this should be good. What is Chris Brown wearing? His stylist should be SHOT! Solange should be told that she is NOT Rihanna… get a new outfit. I'm so mad that Kanye won… I don't want him to ever win anything! He's so arrogant, why would you vote for him? I have nothing to say. Maybe someone should let him know that he wore that outfit during his performance. YES! Play him off!!! For real! Play him off!!! No one can take his mom crap seriously when he's so serious and rude. How can you be arrogant while giving a speech to your dead mom? Kanye has somehow done it. - Luda looks like a FOOL! I love that Bebe and Aretha just did my choreography from a Jesus Walk. Aretha is huge. BeBe's jacket is LOUD! But they're on point. Why is Morgan Freeman jumping up and down with a trombone on stage? The Clark Sisters and Trinitee 5:7? Why no Out of Eden? Israel!!! He better kill it! His singers are phenomenal! So glad that the light is shining at the Grammy's! Some of the people in the front don't even know they're getting krunk for Jesus… WOO! I love it! Aretha looks like a big, magnified canary. So much yellow on that lady right now. That's a lot of fabric. She looks like she's gonna pass out. I love that some of them still had the spirit… jumping up and down like they wanted church to keep going a little bit. Too bad. - I didn't even know the Foo Fighters released a record! - Glad "Umbrella" finally won something. - Bet me money Stevie is gonna sing! I knew it… he brought his pitch pipe. "Before I introduce our next great artist, I want to say a few words before… you know what… I know I'm just presenting, but I want to sing… here I go." - Alicia looks great… even though I'm done with this song… does anyone else think she had a nose job. She's doing the Kelly Clarkson scream and it's hurting me. Why in the world is she playing the piano backwards with one hand? Is this a Vegas show? Why is it popular to show your cooch now? She is currently squatting over the piano bench to play… what is going on? - I'm praying that Amy looks sane. She is incredible. I'm glad she didn't pull a Britney. Rehab works. I'm so happy for her recovery that she won. God is blessing her. Stay clean! - Why is Usher's shirt unbuttoned so low?
this is the third blog that i've started... but hopefully i'll finish this one. it's been a long while since i've actually been able to push the "submit" button; and that's either due to my intense business... or lack of internet access at my house. you can decide, based on your opinion of me.
i can't believe that 2007 is nearly halfway over. i'm thinking back at where i have been already (among others: new orleans, buloxi, washington, virginia, north carolina, dallas, gainesville, starke, orlando... and literally dozens of trips to tampa, sarasota and atlanta)... and where i still have to go (many trips to tampa and atlanta, starke, orlando, buffalo, new york, las vegas). more than that, i'm thinking back at where i have failed and where i've succeeded. i have had a friendship not just be restored... but actually FEEL restored... and that is an honest first in my life. i can't say that i've ever been able to completely get back to normalcy with someone after a falling out... but i finally feel like god is punctuating a sentence in this ever long chapter of learning called, "forgiveness". i feel like i have made strides (although not always easy... often embarrassing... often frustrating...) in my quest for personifying a "man of god"; and have often (thanks to the wisdom of others for spotting this for me) been attacked because i'm starting to walk in victory. on the other side of my chaotic existence, i have not managed my emotions as well as i'd have hoped... and last night i realized that, despite it being purely for comedic enjoyment, some of my wanderings in boredom have been completely NOT god honoring and i'm still trying to figure out at what point i didn't realize that (i would love to reference one of jon-phils recent blogs about christians today). that's where my head is today. disappointed in myself. apologetic to god and the people i hold accountable. embarrassed. realizing that when i strip down the excuses or the bush beating... i did something that was hypocritical to what i teach. and i take accountability to my ministry so seriously... i'm not exactly sure how i got there. i feel deep regret (despite my love for "Rent" slogans...), and i don't want to feel like i've let anyone down (including god or myself) again. although, i'm sure that will happen... sooner than i think. and so my prayer is thankful for what has happened so far this year and seeking forgiveness where i have failed.
my new nephew, Noah David Howell (i'm confused at why "bobby" is nowhere in there, too), was the luckiest baby in the world when i was able to watch him for three weeks in february/march. i'm not going to say something stupid like "what a bundle of joy!"; 1) because i'm not a hallmark card and 2) because honestly, most of the time, that wasn't the case. it is strange that there is this new person here that is now a part of the family. stranger, is how lackadaisical anita is in sharing her child. although i was traveling during the weekends, i thoroughly enjoyed my time being peed on, barfed on, spit on and cried on. and i hope i'll be lucky enough for that to keep happening. my least favorite part of my time at the school for officer's training (you salvationists now that that is a whole nother blog) was anita explaining to me, numerically, what it meant for her to have five sets of stitches because of the birth. and the numbers i'm talking about are "2" and "1". if you don't understand what that means, don't worry about it. if you do... you'll know why i never, ever needed to know that about my sister.
"rEVOLution" @ the Global Cafe in february went so well (you can check out some pictures at myspace.com/passionremixed). so much fun to get together for one last hurrah! it was great having damien jump in as satan... d, if you're reading this, i can always count on you! you were awesomely arrogant during the performance. so great seeing eddie stretch his wings somewhere besides the role of satan and finally being able to walk through the jesus walk as "eddie" (er... um... ed?)... i'm proud of you! cheryl, my mastermind craft/IT director came up to save my behind and do all the stuff that i'm just too busy to do. it's so nice to work with someone that i completely trust. and the crew... elaine, derrick, beth, natalie... we'll dance again! sometime. as long as i am not paralyzed from when you dropped me flat on my back from five feet in the air (no, i didn't forget). one of my best performance stories happened during this show. i was on the cross, working myself up to a tony-winning death scene, when all of a sudden, the heel of my foot popped up, my leg swiveled slightly, and locked itself in place creating the most excruciating pain that i have ever had to try and hide. now, some people have categorized what happened as "a cramp"... i, on the other hand, thought that i had torn my muscle in two. i tried to stay cool... strongly tried to push my heel to the ground to no avail. i couldn't do it anymore, i was about to fall off this trash can cross. i whispered very quietly, "derrick come get me know"... well, in MY head i whispered it... but everyone heard it and you can hear it on the tape. everyone slowly filed up to the cross (to my dismay... i was trying to get out of there) and i tried explaining that i couldn't move my leg at all and slowly started freaking out. my biggest issue with this whole thing is that i was still trying to find a way for jesus to die. that is the whole point of the story. but there was no way i could fake a death in this condition. i tried not moving as they carried me out... but i don't know how successful i was. cut to 10 minutes later in the dressing room, i'm sitting down, taking advice from everyone, when BAM!, my OTHER leg (from my pinky toe to high thigh) cramps up. HARD. i start screaming. noone moves. i scream more. everyone stares. "FIX IT! FIX IT!" i scream. noone moves. "i freaking look like emily rose! do something!". good times.
had a great time on the road with eddie, talissa, amerika and the iglehearts. we did a piece on injustice called, "fences"... this is talissa's segment of the show about HIV/AIDS. i'm not sharing all the videos because the only ones online right now are from our first show... and by the end were either very different in structure, or just better rehearsed. but, i'm editing them all together and will replace the finished product here.
florida's youth councils this year was amazing! possibly my favorite youth councils EVER! our dancing through the ages piece turned out MUCH better than i ever expected! it's twenty minutes long... but went over so well. major as elvis and mrs. p. as cyndi lauper probably changed my life FOREVER... but not more than kalib outlaw as michael jackson or corrine davis as a village person. mama chose not to participate (ON the stage)... but i won't be mad at her anymore because i'm in mourning. WAAAH!
had half a month off and was able to just hang out home... where literally everyday i was "going to clean"... and hang out with my nashville family. i really do consider my closest friends my family... and i'm homesick!
did a showcase with renee (MOC) and it went so well. i was so relieved afterwards when everyone was impressed, because honestly, i was so nervous... and i don't get nervous! i was calling people asking what to do when you're nervous because i really didn't know how to respond to it. i mean, it was a hip hop showcase... and i'm not hip hop (despite what i, or my two piece grill would like to think). maybe hip POP, but not hip HOP. it was us, grits, verbs, shonlock, pettidee, andale (among others)... and i was sweating (more than my disease makes me). if anything comes out of it, i'm fine with being completely affirmed by my close friends and people that i really respect in the industry.
have worked on some songwriting... but i think i write country songs... and started writing some spoken word/poetry again... yes, i used to... no, i don't anymore... but here are a few snippets to keep your head cool.
"see, you think you’ve got me locked; a conforming non-conformer. i stopped matching years ago. it just seemed overrated, and the truth is, now, i don’t even know how. plaids and stripes are my freedom song."
"put my problems in your shoes and i can dance for days. i give good directions, cause i’m an eagle in this maze. but it’s walking in my own boots, dealing with this stuff, maratho[r]ns that never die, that make me not so tough.”
"i'm facing all my giants, they're standing in a row. and my quest to knock them down again, only lines up more. the hope that i've been building, has all been knocked down. the faith that i let fly away, has brought me to the ground.
when refining starts to burn, when growing up bring me down i can hear past what they say, if you think i'm ok.
i've been working really hard, been pounding on this street. seems my lifes a rodeo and everyone competes. it's getting kind of hard to move, hard to breathe the air. i'm listening, when giving in, for your voice over theirs'.
when i look in the mirror, think of what i could be, when i look in the mirror, do i like what i see? when i look in the mirror, see the man that i can be, when i look in the mirror, do you like what i see?
do you... do you think... do you think i'm ok?"
golf claps.
started working out again. seems like everyone has. except everyone else actually gets in better shape and i stay scrawny, unmuscular and asthmatic. but that's all going to change. it has to. see, i've always said, "ok, if this one specific person ever starts getting in shape... i've got to." to my dismay... they are getting there. so i've got to step up my game. i've been doing billy blanks ultimate tae-bo workout and i hate billy blanks now. my first day, i was working out so hard... my leg muscles start cramping... my body uncontrollably shaking... i said to myself, "this hour workout has got to be almost over... i can't take one more step." and then i hear billy's "encouraging" voice, "come on guys! we're almost done the warm up." boo. mcdonalds soothes my pain.
so, i'm in sarasota now (drove down here the other day to suprise everyone!)... driving back and forth to tampa for camp meetings... getting ready for camp and my grandma's 80th birthday party. pray that we have a camp this summer! the florida forest fires are less than 1/4 mile away from camp and it has been evacuated (although we're housing and feeding firefighters). i drove through gainesville on my way down here and was so impressed with the brown sky! i had never seen one. then, when i couldn't see anymore and everything was covered in smoke, i realized that something must be wrong.
so, midyear systems check:
[searching]
[calculating]
bobby is...
shameful. loving his friends. an uncle. an artist. a grandson. forgiven. scrawny.
i'm thinking that this blog won't be AS long as my normal ones, because i don't think i have as much to talk about... but i can make no guarantees.
i received an outpouring of love and support in response to my last blog, "confessions from a former nail biter". although there is a resounding "thank you" in reply... i have to tell everyone, "it's not that deep." although my blogs are completely honest, i normally write them in my most emotional moments. when my humanity is down to it's core. so, if i'm keeping the honesty trip going, you're getting my feelings to an extreme. so, yes, there are times in my day/week/month/life when i feel this way... but it's not as depressing as it may sound. i'm not suicidal, i only need just as much therapy as the next person, and i haven't started cutting or biting my nails again. thank you for your love, but... it's not that deep.
i've concluded that i just have an urgency when it comes to my relationships. who knows, if i die young, they'll probably use this on my "behind the music" as some self-proclaimed prophecy... i just have an urgency for people that i don't understand.
i'm in sarasota, florida currently where the weather is actually no different than that of nashville, tennessee. what a bummer. i was hoping to feel engulfed by warm weather... you know the kind of weather that you can feel under your clothes? mmm... well, it's not here. actually, i was colder here than i was in parts of nashville the past week. my friend jose and i, after i got picked up at the airport, decided to catch a movie while we waited for eddie to get off from work. after the movie, he didn't call. so, we walked around sarasota (people hate walking with me because i have a new york pace... and because i enjoy walking) in the cold rain. he didn't call. we ended up at "marina jack's" and took refuge in a playground tunnel. after about an hour, when i couldn't feel my hands anymore, we started taking pictures and figuring out how homeless men would dirty dance. flight to tampa: $143.10 two matinee tickets to "the hitcher": $13.00 dancing in a playground in the freezing rain: priceless. we were there for about an hour and a half before we were able to get a ride (not from eddie, by the way) to the local salvation army where we waited, another hour, for eddie.
wednesday was actually a very, very strange day. my flight left at 6:15 in the morning (obviously, not my decision), so since my ride was getting me at 4:30, i, in my infinite knowledge and wisdom, decided that i would just stay up through the night. this plan was great until i got to my two hour layover in memphis and, after falling asleep on the plane, was the most tired i've been in years. but obviously, you can't fall asleep when you have a two hour layover and you're running on no sleep... i would for sure miss my flight. plus, you should always keep your eyes open at the airport, because you never know who will run into you. back in nashville, it's about 5:15 in the morning, i'm sitting against the wall of the main walk in the terminal, watching "fergilicious" on my ipod. out of the corner of my eye, i see something starting to approach me... gliding my way. i look up to see a wheelchair rolling towards me, it's occupant waving at me. it took me a second to realize that, yes, they were really waving at me... just me. not a general wave to everyone, this was kind of like a "you look really cool. let's talk." wave, or a "everyone else in here has on a three piece suit and i'm glad to see some color here." wave. it was directed and intentional. upon further investigation of the person IN the actual wheelchair, i could hear the wheels in my head turning. strange, overprocessed hair: check. numerous trips to the plastic surgeon: check. 2 millimeter mustache: check. yes, i'm correct in my assumption. this is little richard. yes, THE little richard. waving at me. the wheelchair literally almost runs over my feet and little richard just stares at me and smiles, waving, as he passes. i wasn't star struck, but was just like, "why do these things always happen to me? noone is going to believe this. WHY is little richard staring at me waving in his wheelchair?" i remained cool and threw out a peace sign (yes, it was one of those things when after the fact you go... "you IDIOT! did you really just throw little richard a peace sign?") i'm not exaggerating when i say that he was specifically waving at me. i overheard two business guys say something like, "that guy is definitely in the music industry. they must have been at the same gig." of course, it was only appropriate for me to put on my blue blockers... i was clearly a celebrity at this point. so, i did.
i'm learning how to change oil tomorrow. pick your jaw back up. i had a legit amount of time to spend with eddie's brother, chris, yesterday... and i'm sure that god has placed him in my life to help me get over my fear of mechanics. he's not a normal one. he's nice. i don't feel like i'm about to be the victim of a hate crime when i talk to him. i explained to him that i have a fear of mechanics, that my first car exploded because i refused to get an oil change for three years, that i have anxiety attacks when i drive past jiffy lube. FOR REAL. maybe i should go on the tyra show. i explained to him how your vocal chords work, he explained to me all the inner workings of cars... and i was suprisingly interested. he didn't quite understand my fear of mechanics, but he doesn't have to. the end of our conversation was probably my favorite part: ME: "ok, i'll let you teach me, but you have to promise not to make fun of me." CHRIS: "what would i make fun of you for?" ME: "just... umm... look, just don't make fun of me."
i have favorite moments for each of my friends. they're normally rated from one to three (most of these moments involve my friends acting like morons and me responding to them with "no, you idiot.")... jose recently got a new one on the list. i was typing something to eddie for him to read on my computer, because i didn't want anyone else to see what i was asking him. i swerved the computer screen towards eddie so that he could see it. jose, with his big puertorican head leans over, from the other side of the computer to read what was written. i quickly pushed his big lion head away. ME: "stop being so nosey, dang!" JOSE: (sarcastically, like he knows everything) "sorry, i didn't know that you were writing in code." ME: "you idiot... i'm NOT writing in code, that's why you can't see it. if i were writing in code you'd be able to look at the screen and not figure out what it said."
i had my own idiotic moment with eddie. this is a VERY rare event... but perfection is hard to maintain. ME: (reading an article off the internet) "Jackson and his three children, Prince Michael, Paris and Prince Michael II were due to arrive before midnight at a private executive terminal at McCarran International Airport, sources said.' i thought michael jackson only had three kids. i guess he had four. ED: "what are you talking about." ME: "it says here he has four kids; prince, michael, paris and prince michael II... oh, i guess i thought i saw a comma between prince and michael." eddie points to the sentence "Jackson and his THREE children..." ME: "oh."
i don't care what anyone says. cheri oteri was the funniest person on SNL. i recently found her "best of..." dvd and she is "laugh out loud by yourself" hilarious. my new headline on myspace, "you're catsup is on yonder condiment counter, over there." is one of my favorite things she says... she is amazing. a goddess.
i cannot stand the white rapper show. i don't have cable, so i'm normally saved from having legit frustrations about our culture and the morons that somehow have made a claim significant enough in the entertainment industry to come out with a show like making the band season 93 or the white rappers show. are we really in the year 2007 and are having a show called "the white rappers show". when are we going to move beyond race relations? why am i SO offended by this show and it's material? in one of the episodes i watched, the shows cast participated in a "family fued" type game show called, "affirmative reaction" (okay, the title is great). in it, they had to answer questions and try to get the number one answer from a poll of a group of black people (who made up the entire audience by the way). so, i don't care if this is politically incorrect... i'm standing up for my whities here. one of the questions was "what is a stereotype of african americans that they would agree with?" the contestants answer? "they're never on time." immediately he was BOMBARDED with boos, hisses and the like. are you kidding me? hey... studio audience, i have a news flash for you... WHITE PEOPLE DID NOT COME UP WITH THE PHRASE "BPT". because, in all honesty, that would be pretty offensive. stop acting so offended. i'm obviously not saying that black people are late... on the contrary, most of my friends are pretty timely. but, it is obvious, based on the phrase "bpt" that a group of people recognize that it is a stereotype that can be true. the sad part was that if you looked at the contestants faces, they were uncomfortable. i felt horrible for the guy that answered that. all of a sudden he was being pegged as prejudice and all he did was answer a question that, if he were back at home with his african american friends, they probably would have laughed at. these are white rappers, i'm sure that a large percentage of their friends are african american... can this show take a pill at trying to school them in "black culture". they get it. they don't need to be "broken in" any more than the next person. i was totally offended when the losers of "affirmative reaction" received a parting prize of "all-white"; some kind of cologne or something. it's slogan "you'll be all white." the voice over? "you'll get pulled over less and have a better chance at being president when you're all white." this blog is not pro-white, pro-black, anti-white, anti-black... all that i'm saying is, is this what we, as a culture, as a people, are accepting as legit "bridging"? are we accepting this as legit entertainment? the losers of the game show are up for elimination and to stay in the game, they have thirty minutes to write a verse about a topic. the topics? white trash, white wash, white power, white guilt. i was glad that the best lyricist on the show got "white power". i don't think he knew what to do with it at first. i just spent twenty minutes trying to find a transcript or a video on the internet so that you guys could hear it, but it was genius. he basically was like, "i can't believe you're asking me to rap about white power. obviously, racists are idiots... but i'm not going to feel automatically guilty by getting this topic. where was the white power when my family was starving in a trailer park? it's not about black or white, it's about rich or poor." this rhyme was so on point. and it's true... are we REALLY watching a show like this nowadays? there's nothing better to spend thousands of dollars on? we are never going to get beyond race issues until we ALL get beyond race issues. let us stop capitalizing on our differences for humor or money... we are never going to get beyond race issues until we all get beyond race issues. when are people, racist or not, going to understand that the color of our skin is really not that big of a deal. anger and hurt goes DEEP. fear goes DEEP. but if you ask me about skin color when juxtaposed to our humanity and eternity...
