Thursday, July 31, 2003

Tia's conundrum

Am I the only person who's heartbroken over the fact that Becks (David Beckham) no longer plays for Man U?
Thursdays are ridiculously busy in my office. I barely have time to breathe, let alone do anything with the site. So that's why I was unaware that Toya actually cared enough about everyone's employment to post a warning about watching Thicke at work. I didn't know. Thank GOD it was 5:30 and no one was around. I would have been in all kinds of trouble otherwise.

What the HECK is he doing?!?!?!? Is he kidding? Not only is he fine and singing my 2nd favorite song from the album, but he got THICKITY THICK THICK THICKEEEEEEEE girls in the video. I LOST IT....There is something about knowing that a man like that likes thick girls. (Why else would his publishing be called "I like 'em Thicke?") It gives me hope. Every time a see a fine man with a frail, break when the wind blows, can't even lift her own carry-on into the over head bin girl, I'm going to think of this video and say a small thank you for Thicke. Kudos to you, boo.

If you want to watch the whole video go to and do a search for Thicke. But don't say we didn't warn you.
Guilty Pleasures

I FREAKING love Air Supply! I cannot hide it, I cannot deny it. They had hits! I don’t care what yall say, that little man with the afro was singin’! I am not embarrassed that I love Air Supply. I am just embarrassed that I love them this much. The amount of joy is almost uncontainable right now as I listen to “All Out of Love”. As I am swooning to my recent purchase of their greatest hits (“Air Supply: The Definitive Collection”), I can’t help but think about my other guilty pleasures. And honestly, I really don’t feel all that guilty. I mean really, how long was I a New Kids fan? Please, I still am. There is not much room for embarrassment considering that fact. With all of the ridicule I endured during my formative years for my odd and eclectic taste, I have grown a pretty tough skin.

Some people have a hard time admitting their guilty pleasures. Someone I know recently confessed their admiration for Sugar Ray. “I can’t help it. Their songs come on and something inside…I can’t explain it. I know all of the words. I still haven’t brought myself to buy one of their CD’s. ” I let him know that it was quite okay and if he ever found himself not able to hold back from buying one of their CD’s to go to Wal-Mart in the wee hours of the night and buy one.

Now this is a guilty pleasure:

What the $(@#W&$(&@%)&@)%@)%&@)&%)@&%@)$*@(*#@(#@ ????
Fine for no reason. No reason at all.


Nu America will be releasing two singles off of Thicke’s already classic CD “A Beautiful World”. “Brand New Jones” will be released in the UK (because we sure ‘nuff can’t handle it here), while “Stupid Things” will be released here in the states. Check for a sneak pic of the video for “Brand New Jones”. If he does not get a Grammy nod, I swear we will call for a picketing of NARAS by BGLU’s everywhere. In further news, Thicke has shown us that he cares for those of us fighting lust by cutting his hair. Not that he is any less fine, he is just less threatening this way. Let’s be honest: Thicke is so fine that you feel like you need to repent for just merely looking at him. See below:

See? A kindler, gentler looking Thicke . Thank you Mr. Thicke. Thanks for caring unlike Johnny Depp who we are still furious with. Yes, that is his girlfriend. Yes, she is black. And yes, we are happy.

Screeeeeeeeeech halt. This just in:
You can now see the video for “Brand New Jones” on Search for Thicke. Don't be like me and try to watch it at work. Duh.

If you are a true BGLU you already know about Oxygen’s animated series “Hey Monie”. Oxygen has joined with BET to bring us the animated series on a weekly basis! Originally on Oxygen’s now defunct “X Chromosome” show, “Hey Monie” is basically BGLU life in animated form. All of us have a ghetto fabulous friend like Yvette and I’m sure a lot of us have had that one white guy in our lives like Chad who is annoying as heck but thinks we are the best thing since sliced bread. “Hey Monie” airs on Tuesday nights 8 pm EST.

Attention All Potential Downloading Jailbirds
As we all know, the man is coming down hard on downloaders. You might be up late one night, minding your own business looking for a white label house mix of Sade’s “Never Thought I’d See The Day” and find yourself served with a subpaoena later on that week. It’s not fair, man. There are just some things that you cannot get anymore. For instance, Tia found this old clip of Justin Timberlake, JC Chasez, Dale, and the little kid that was on Remember the Titans singing “Cry for You” by Jodeci on the Mickey Mouse Club. You can’t get that anywhere! Let the people be.

There are plenty of places to download music legally nowadays for free. Here are a few of our favorites: has “The Leak” where you can hear full albums before their release date. is a good source as well as for videos often has full albums that you can listen to (not download) so you can be sure that the one track you heard on the radio is not the only hot track on the CD.
If you have Real Player, sign up for their mailing list and they will alert you when they have CD listening parties. This is how I found about Kenna, which is $8.99 at Tower right now so don't sleep. Currently, you can listen to the new Bad Boys II Soundtrack, Stacie Orrico, Thalia, Jane’s Addiction and Ben Harper.

Monday, July 28, 2003

Yeah, we finally figured it out!!! Now, you can post comments on our website at the end of each posts. Just click on the highlighted comments portion at the end of any post and voila! I (Toya) love hearing from people that view our website so please, feel free. Especially if you're British :O)
“Too much booty in the pants” or “You know you gotta big booty if….”
By Tia

I’m a thicky-thick girl. I’d have it no other way. Thick girls are coming back in style. (Thanks go out to Beyonce for putting us back on the map.) I have thighs that Colonel Sanders could only dream about. My hips guarantee me brief child labor. (No one in my family has EVER had a double-digit hour delivery time. Eight hours or less, thanks to the hips.) Sir Mix-a-lot had girls like me in mind when he said, “Little in the middle, but she got much back.” However, recent events have required me to re-assess my thickness. Before I begin let me preface the following stories with these statements.

1.I have no shame, as you will come to realize as you read.
2.Toya ASSURES me that the statue of limitations has run out on the Matt Morris story. Matt nor his publicist or ANYONE connected to him have reasons to check the site further. PROBABLY. Unless they have become fans, in which case all I can say is, “Oh well.”
3.I have no intentions of foregoing my thickness in its entirety.

As aforementioned, recent events have caused me to rethink my current level of thickness. I’ll tell you the stories and let you decide for yourself.

I recently went to see Matt Morris, former Mouseketeer, perform at a record label showcase. First, let me say that it took EVERYTHING in me not to hurl myself at him when I walked into the club. He was standing by the door looking MY-T fine and my first inclination was to throw myself at him and snatch him up around his ankles. But lest I have a Rick Springfield moment (if you don’t know what that is, please check our archives) I decided to keep my cool. Anyway, the venue was a small, dark smoky bar. I loved it. Intimate gatherings are totally my thing. Somehow, we struck up a conversation with Matt’s publicist. Toya was telling her about the review that she’d written about Matt’s cd. (If you haven’t already, take a look at the review. It’s quite good.) Matt’s publicist was genuinely excited about the fact that we’d referenced Matt on the site and called him over to introduce us. After all the hellos, thanks and nice to meet yous, Matt went off to talk to some other people. This is where it gets interesting. Somehow, in the process of leaving, Matt Morris touched my booty. Twice. Now in his defense, it was a small club and there were a lot of people there AND I have a big booty. But since it happened twice, it really got me to thinking. How much is too much? Booty that is. If someone cannot get around your booty without brushing up against it, twice, is it safe to say you may have too much?

I tell this second story only because Toya said I HAD TO share it with the world. Even though it takes a lot to embarrass me, (when you’re a dork your embarrassment tolerance level is really high) this story has me teetering on the brink of embarrassment and detached indifference.

Yesterday, I was helping out the hospitality department at church. I was running around doing various errands while simultaneously trying to coordinate getting my younger brother picked up for church later that evening. My phone was on vibrate so as not to disturb the various meetings that were going on around me. Before I go on I must say that I was wearing a HEAVY denim skirt. That tidbit of information will come into play shortly. As I was running hitherto and yon trying to get things done, I was given a job that required both hands. I slid my phone into my back pocket, vibrating battery part facing out away from the gluteus, and went to task. Mid-power walk/run, I was struck with a vague sensation. I had this feeling that my phone might be ringing. Here’s the thing, I WASN’T SURE!!!! Now if something were VIBRATING next to your butt, you’d think you’d be pretty SURE about that. My phone was in fact ringing which put my mind somewhat at ease, because that meant I wasn’t going crazy, but at the same time the whole situation was a bit unnerving because that meant that I have SO MUCH booty that a vibrating electronic in my pocket could conceivably go unnoticed. This scenario again poses the question: How much is TOO MUCH?

I’m headed to the gym this evening (and many evenings to come) and I’m looking into a kick boxing class later in the week. I have no intentions of getting rid of the booty or any other element of the thickness. However, I do intend to shape them up a bit. I figure the booty, and thickness in general, is like a Chia pet. Love it and care for it and it will grow to a manageable shape that you can contain, foster and admire. But if you let it go or love it TOO much the booty is like fungus. It will grow wildly out of control and there will be nothing you can do to contain it.

I REALLY have issues with this.
Johnny Depp is so fine that I am absolutely furious with him. I mean, if you have to be fine then be fine. But don't be THAT fine. Some people just take it too far.- Toya

Friday, July 25, 2003

My Baby's Daddy...Umm, I mean TOYA's BOYFRIEND OF THE WEEK...Donald Faison

Donald Faison is the reason why they will not let us see too many black people kiss on television. Tia has recently hipped me to the wonders of Felicity (she has seasons one and two on DVD) and to my surprise Donald Faison had a recurring role for quite a while on that show. In the midst of reading something, I looked up at the screen and saw him kissing some girl. It was downright pornographic.

Come to think about it, when is the last time you saw two black people kissing each other on television? I can name only a few occasions: Dwayne and Whitley on Different World, Ron and Freddie on Different World, Jada and "Curly haired dude" from yes, Different World. In fact, put DIFFERENT WORLD on DVD!!! Oh yeah, and Parker Lewis Can't Lose, too.

5 Things to Know about Donald Faison:

1) Donald Adeosun Faison was born June 22, 1974 which means he is older than me. This is a rarity in any guy I seem to develop crushes on. The average age of young adults in this town is 24. Why oh heavens why can't the grown and sexy move here? That's it. I am calling all women over 25 in Nashville to a citywide fast. This is a crisis.
2) He can currently be seen on NBC's Scrubs and has been in numerous other sitcoms including Clueless, Sabrina the Teenage Witch and the aforementioned Felicity where he played Tracy, a virginal college student who wouldn't have sex before marriage because of his Christian beliefs. If anyone can tell me whether this standard has made its way into his off camera life, holla back.
3) Donald went to the famous Professional Children's School in his hometown of New York City. He first knew he wanted to act after watching Star Wars. In an interview, he says"As a kid Star Wars was my favorite film, still is. I wanted to be Han Solo and fly the Millenium Falcon…" Wouldn't it be great if he got the role playing Lando Calrissian in one of the trilogies? Man, I need to take acting classes.
4) He has been in numerous movies such as "Remember the Titans", "Waiting to Exhale", and "Sugar Hill". He also has a role in the upcoming film "Uptown Girls" with Brittany Murphy.
5) When asked in an interview who his pick for up and coming actor was, BGLU favorite Seth Green said, "Donald [Faison] is going to make a real impact in the next couple years." If you've ever seen my favorite episode of Punk'd where Seth Green claims "I do not lie in my life and I am not lying now" then you can bet that Donald Faison is one to watch.

Wednesday, July 23, 2003

Sigh...I am in love (of course, this is by Toya)

Okay, well not really and with no one specifically but the fact of the matter is I am hopelessly in love with men. The one unique thing about this site that I love is that at no time will there be man bashing. I mean, why? We're no feminists, not even a little bit.

For those that don't know, we live in Nashville aka Cashville aka Nashvegas aka Home of the Up and Coming Country Music Star AKA Christian Music Hollywood. If it wasn't for the blaring neon lights of Corky's Barbecue on the side of the road, I would sometimes swear that I was in California. A lot of men just don't seem to want to eat around here. If I see one more man in a baby tee I might kidnap him and fry him up some chicken, I promise you. I mean, I thought this was the South. But no, this is Nashville where dreams come true and everyone wants to be/is/wants to be around/wants to look like a rock star.

Not that there is anything terribly wrong with skinny men ( I have crushed on many of skinny, heroin addicted rock musicians) but when you tack on the effeminate, ambiguously gay factor, it gets a bit discouraging. I am not fixing to see you get in a fight and have to ask you to hold my earrings or better yet, I have to hold all 6 pairs of yours. Don't tell me you can't look under the hood of my car because you have new Diesel pants on. And if I can't find my Lancome mascara because it is in your Abercrombie gym bag, then be prepared to get your teeth capped. I know "I thought this was about being in love"; it's coming. I just had to share with you my frustration with a lot of guys in this town. But it doesn't matter because I know longer love guys, I love men.

Men are great. The older I get the more I realize that while GUYS are good, MEN are better. As of late, I have been intrigued by men and man stuff: their clothes, cologne, the way they walk and think. Within the past couple of weeks, I have actually gotten to be around MEN and up until this point, I didn't realize how much I missed them. Men that camp, men that climb, men that fix cars and build that get MUSTY (thank you Jesus) and all the while can sing, write, paint, and interior decorate. Men in mechanics uniforms(yowzers), men in three piece suits, men in black ribbed turtlenecks, men in that cry, men with scars, men with families, men in love...There is something in me that makes me their biggest fan. Maybe it's their logic and rationale in contrast to my emotionalism and haphazardness. Their ability to be straightforward and to the point; to be soft but stern. Their shoulders, their jaws, their chiseled noses. I think I spent a good half hour one night staring at the curves in Gary Dourdan's face. How can you not love a man?

This appreciation is in no means lustful or does it have solely to do with romantic attraction. I love men as friends, as brothers, and father figures. I love my bus driver who wakes up at 3 AM and works hard to take care of his grandchild. I love my friend Eric who is rugged and is at home in the great outdoors but unashamedly cries when he talks about the unconditional love of Christ. I love my dad who is a shrewd, proud business man but knows just how to randomly kiss me on top of the head and tell me that he loves me. I love my coworker for taking charge the other day all the while showing compassion for my feelings in a way that only a true man can. And while thinking about all of this,I can't help but realize that the very things I love about men are the very things I love about Jesus. Honestly, I love men that can build things. Jesus was a carpenter. I love men that love children. Jesus tried to raise up on the disciples when they wouldn't let the children near him. I love men that take charge and are not punks. Jesus went into the temples where they were bootlegging (my interpretation) flipped the tables over, made his own whip and threw people out. . He was at all the live parties but held his own, didn't fall into temptation and get drunk. He was man enough to turn the other cheek, to pour his life into 12 knucklehead disciples and die for the very people who spat on him, whipped him and crucified him. He loves me enough to die for me and doesn't hold a grudge when I act as if it never happened and welcomes me back when I get a clue. He is jealous of my time and always there when I need Him- ALWAYS. He doesn't pretend to know how I feel, he knows EXACTLY how I feel. While being a man and had man parts, he never used the excuse "I am just a man" and ran off with Mary Magdalene. Jesus embodies everything I could ever want in a man and everything that I can ever hope to be as a person.

Ever seen those bumper stickers "Real Men Love Jesus"? It's the only Christian bumper sticker I have ever liked. Why? Think about it: a real man is secure enough to humble himself, despite public opinion or persuasion and model his life after and submit his life to the greatest man that has ever lived. Now that is sexy.

So yes, I am in love with men today, this week and the next 70 some odd years. They light up my life and make my world a better place. And although they rarely ask for directions and hate to admit that they can't fix things they are a constant reminder to me of how awesome God truly is.

I usually leave the crushes to Toya but I figured since I had one I would share.

Yesterday was my birthday and Toya being the great roomie that she is bought me tickets to see Anberlin, who are without question my favorite rock band. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day. Let me tell you a little about my day and how it lead up to my new crush.

I woke up to the phone ringing. An old friend wanted to wish me a happy birthday and tell me what I was getting for my birthday. I am now the proud owner of No more piggy backing on blogspot. (Well actually, 'til we get some web space we'll be piggy backing.) Anyway I got up, listened to Luke's "It's you birthday" and opened presents. I picked up my Felicity:Season 2 box set from the mall down the street and had pizza and cake and ice cream for breakfast. Then the shopping began. I figured since I was grown and sexy I could spend grown and sexy $$$$ at the big ANUS mall across town. Bath and Body Works needs to send me a personal hand written card from Mr. Works himself for all of the money I blew in that store. Mr. Skechers can sign his name to the card also. Mr. Old Navy didn't do me right this year. All the jeans had my butt hanging out. Maybe it's just me but when you're shaped like a woman (i.e shapely hips, thighs and butt) you CAN NOT wear those low rise jeans. Those things are for women who are shaped like 10-yr-old boys. Straight up and down. Holla if you feel me. Shoot, holla if you're tired of having your BUTT hanging out for all the world to see. All I want is a pair of jeans that cover my crack. I know I have dumps like a truck but should I be penalized for that? I think not. I digress. So after spending all that I would responsibly allow my self to spend, I headed home to get ready for the concert. Anberlin was FABU. Pure unadulterated, screaming out the lyrics, swaying with your eyes closed, emo finger in the air, rock music. During the last song, which was Readyfuels, which just happens to be my favorite song, Steven, the lead singer looks right at me which got me even more amped. After the last chorus as he was saying his thank yous Steven points at me and said, "Happy Birthday, TIA!!" I thought my head was gonna explode. Turns out Ann Marie, who's a friend of mine and Toya's and the band's booking agent asked him to do it. It was more than I could handle.

I got to talk to Steven after the show and was over. The crush was on. It's more of a little girl with a crush on the teacher sort of thing. So if Steven's girlfriend is reading this, don't worry. I'm no threat.

Yes she is. Tia is hot and she has hot girl modeling pictures to prove it.- Her number 1 fan, Toya
Grown and Sexy
By Tia

I am officially grown and sexy. I turned 26 yesterday. I am now closer to 30 than I am to 20. Oddly enough, it feels better. I thought I was going to have one of those panicky moments when I realize that I’m quickly approaching middle age. But I love where I am. I’m not where I thought I would be but I guess that’s part of the appeal. Instead of being married, with a kid, working on my 4th year of medical school, I’m single, childless, with roommates, doing clinical research. (Which now that I think about it is kinda close to the medical field.) I’m finally comfortable where I am.

It took me a while though. I remember sitting on the floor in my dorm room crying after my Physics final b/c I knew that I didn’t want to go to medical school anymore. It was all I ever wanted to do. I didn’t have a back-up plan. So you can imagine, how this new revelation rocked my paradigm. I pretty much spent the next 6 years trying to “find myself.” Man, I looked everywhere. I figured if I dated the right guy, found the right major, drove the right car, weighed the right amount, the person that I was supposed to be we make herself known. The frustration that ensued from my exhaustive, unfruitful efforts was immense. No matter who I dated, what I wore, what I studied, I still couldn’t find the peace that I was looking for. I finally just had to let go. I figured out that God was shaping into the woman he wanted me to be not the woman I thought I was supposed to be. Remember when you were in pre-school and your teacher said you could make something out of the Play-do? It didn’t take long to make a snake. All you had to do was flatten it and then roll it into a long string. But if you wanted to make a bird or an alligator, you had to work with it. You had to mold it and shape it. You had to break off pieces, reshape and re-attach them in other places. Shape the side and mold the top. It took time. But when you were finished you had a deeper sense of satisfaction than that nose miner beside you with the dumb snake. That’s how I had to start looking at my life. I realized that I was a work in progress. I hate to reference this but it seems relevant here. There’s this lame-anus bumper sticker that says, “Be patient, God is still working on me.” It’s as lame as a three-legged dog, but it’s true. God is molding me and there are times when I don’t think he’ll ever be done with certain stages of my life. But I know that I have to be patient. God is not on my timetable. Few things worth having come quickly or easily.

So while I’m waiting for the next stage, I’m getting busy in the current one. It’s easy to lose your way when you don’t have a focal point. And it’s also easy to lose your perspective when you’re focus is always on you. I had to make a conscious decision to not only take care of me but to take care of others. As I set goals, I try to help others reach theirs. It takes no effort to say, “I’m going to buy a house next year/lose 20lbs/buy a new car/go to London/learn a new language.” It’s really easy to lose sight of everyone else and make it all about me, me, me. (Which is what I did yesterday, but I’ll tell you about that later.) But as I spend time with the girls that I mentor and as I get to know the women in my small group I realize that we’re all individuals but we’re all connected. There are individual destinies and there are corporate destinies. You can’t have one without the other. The more I time I spend looking at others, the more I learn about myself. (WARNING: Cheese Alert) As we break out of our self-centered bubbles, we can help other along the way on this journey called life. (Electric word: Life. It means forever, and that’s a mighty long time. Name that song.)

So if you’re going through the traditional quarter-life crisis, I have a simple 3-step plan that will help you through it.
1.Don’t Panic – It’s going to be okay. You are not a loser b/c you don’t have a career/husband/wife/new house and/or car. Odds are you’re probably right where you’re supposed to be.
2.Take some time to see where you want to go. Then take some time to see where those around you want to go. You may find that you can help them. Or you may find that you need to make some new friends.
3.Do something – Don’t just sit there pining away for what shoulda/coulda/woulda been. Find something to do. Join a book club, become a big brother/sister, learn a trade/hobby/skill, go (back) to school. Just don’t do NOTHING. (I know that that sentence is grammatically incorrect but you know what I’m saying.)
I leave you with this: People with idle minds are people who have body parts in the freezer. Don’t be that person.

Sunday, July 20, 2003

I realized that it has been a minute since I (Tia) posted something. So here's a little sunthin' for ya.

Number 1 !!!!!!!!!!!!

Ben Chaplin

I know that many of you may be shocked by my #1. Let me explain. It’s because he’s British, and because he’s got the look that I LOVE: dark hair, pouty lips. (The lips aren't too pouty in this picture but check him out in The Truth about Cats and Dogs. ) I remember the first time I saw Cats and Dogs. And the second time, and the third time…..I loved the character Ben played. He seemed endearing. He seemed lovable. He was the kind of guy that would appreciate that I am currently reading Dante’s Inferno more than the fact that I randomly cute. I loved that he chose Janeane Garofalo. Most of all, I loved that he was British. He turned on the switch in my mind that started the synapses processing the thought that there was a WHOLE COUNTRY full of guys just like him. He was the first favourite Brit boy (or was it Jonny Lee Miller? Anyway...) and as such he claims the title of Number 1!!!!!

I wish I had a medal or something for him.

Umm, see, what had happened was...

Right in the middle of writing about how this was a blatant ploy of the man to rid us of any positive black role models, someone alerted me that Kobe Bryant did indeed admit to committing adultery. I was so stunned. I met Kobe a couple of months before he went to the pros. Now I am not about to sit up here and say we go way back or that I would be a great judge of his character just by being around him a few times. But I will say that what I knew of his personal side always was in even keel with what I later saw on television. He was absolutely sweet. But years go by, the money piles up and so do the pressures of being an athlete, a celebrity, a husband ,a businessman and a father. I don't know who Kobe is now.

By far, the sickest thing I have read about this was on a message board where some "ignant" person wrote that he shouldn't have married that white girl and stuck with the sisters. Then he wouldn't be so dissatisfied. Sure, tell that to Camille Cosby, Halle Berry, Juanita Jordan and Brian McKnight's wife. I dare you.

This is Kobe Bryant's wife's statement:
I know that my husband has made a mistake the mistake of adultery. He and I will have to deal with that within our marriage, and we will do so. He is not a criminal. I know that he did not commit a crime, he did not assault anyone. He is a loving and kind husband and father. I believe in his innocence. Because I know him to be innocent, I will stand by him and we will face this together. I will give him all the strength and support he needs to face these false accusations. I will not let him face these accusations alone. I know Kobe better than anyone. The great person you see on the court and in the public is a far greater person off the court.

Kobe's wife is a real woman and I have great respect for her, especially being so young. By no means would you have seen me or heard from me at that press conference. A written statement? Yes and maybe an interview via satellite from my mama's house but Kobe would have been left high and dry at that press conference if I was his wife. But marriage is for better or for worse and while infidelity is grounds for divorce even in the bible, it's not always the best thing. I hope they stay married and get through this.

I remember one day asking my mom if she was ever jealous of any women my dad knew and she said "If the Lord can't keep him, I sure can't." The power of free will is scary in a marriage. Nothing is guaranteed. All of the most beautiful, sweet, amazing women I know have been cheated on. ALL of them. So if a man cheats, it's not always because the woman drives him to. One thing I disagree with is that adultery is a mistake. I don't believe that. You don't mistakenly fall into someone. You do that on purpose. For instance, I lose my keys by mistake often. However if I throw my keys into some bushes, knowing I won't be able to find them, that is not a mistake. I did that mess on purpose and will regret the consequences. I hope Kobe has learned his lesson and I wish the best for him and his wife.

Friday, July 18, 2003

It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you...

It's been busy around BGLU headquarters (ie our house) and we have not had the time to post anything noteworthy. That doesn't mean that nothing has happened, au contraire...
* Tia and I went to see Matt Morris in concert at BMI Songwriter's Night. Oh my...if you are really cool, you have either bought his CD or listened to the whole thing FOR FREE on . Live, he is ILL! I mean, the CD does him no justice. What is real crazy is that he has this amazingly soulful voice and he looks like a little Dave Grohl (yowzers!). Anyway, we told a friend at the show about our review of his CD on his website, who told his manager, who in turned told his publicist who then called Matt over and had him meet us. BGLU is large, dude, don't sleep. Get on the train before it pulls off.
* Tia, a friend and myself had a HOTLANTA weekend when we road tripped it down to Atlanta to go see the Justified and Stripped Tour. Pictures and a review will be up soon. NO, I didn't pull a Rick Springfield, this time. Goodness, maul a married 80's icon in public and you are held suspect for life! See the archives for the infamous Rick Springfield story. I also got my belly button pierced. Those pictures will not be up until I lose another 30 pounds and if you see me around, no, I am not showing you.
* It is the middle of the year which means that it is half way until my birthday which means that I am suffering from Mid-Quarter Life Crisis. I am of course playing a lot of John Mayer, a lot of Switchfoot... On a lighter, less depressing note, Tia's birthday is on Tuesday so please send Happy Birthday wishes. We'd love that, especially if you are from Britain. We are going to see Anberlin and Further Seems Forever that night.
* BGLU would like to say we will miss Barry White, Celia Cruz, Skip Scarborough (he wrote "Love Ballad" by LTD and other classics), Gregory Peck and Katherine Hepburn. This world is a better place because of your talents. We love you.

Tuesday, July 8, 2003


Don’t Sleep on This Album- Matt Morris “Unspoken” .

I am not a crier at all. I wish I could cry, Lord knows I do. The only time I cry is during Praise and Worship time in church but besides that, I am rarely moved. I am listening to this CD, sitting at my desk at work while biting my trembling upper lip to keep from sobbing all over my keyboard. No, I am not premenstrual.

I would like to say that Matt Morris made this CD especially for me. He heard that I was fed up with music, that I had gone back to my old faithfuls, Stevie Wonder and Sting, for the musical inspiration which our current music industry is for the most part void of. I would like to believe that Matt Morris said “You know what? I like that girl Toya. She’s a sweetie. And since anyone could give her roses and diamonds, I will impress her with something timeless” and thus produced, wrote, and arranged this CD. A girl could only wish.

Unlike his fellow MMC alumni, this CD has nary a trace of “ 'Dirrty' 'Pop' “. “Unspoken” is an autobiography, much like Maxwell’s classic “Urban Hang Suite” and is split into a musical trilogy. Every song is bound together by a common thread of lush and sometimes haunting, piano driven melodies and topics of spirituality (“Eternity”) social issues (“The World I’m Living In”) and of course, love proclaimed, love lost and love made (“Be My Love” “You Were Mine” and “Let Me”). It’s hard to say where this album’s strength lies. One could say that it is in his songwriting that is at times, personal enough where it could make you blush while thinking you have been let in on something that really is none of your business. Or you could say it is his voice that is delectable like a semi-sweet chocolate brownie in which you take little bites and digest only a bit at a time, savoring every little morsel-like word. Morris’ voice is tinged with soulful inflections while so sweet that even when he is telling his love to walk away (such as in “Go Away” co-written with BGLU favorite, Justin Timberlake) the beckoning in his voice let’s you know that is merely a bluff. And if his voice is the brownie, surely the music itself is the milk that chases it down slowly leaving you fully satisfied. Be sure to go to his website (where you can hear the ENTIRE CD as well as read the lyrics) and buy the CD on his website, or pick it up at Tower Records or

Wednesday, July 2, 2003

NIBGLUV (New International BGLU Version)

In the bible, it says that no part of it should be added to or taken away. However we all know that there are a gazillion versions and translations. We have everything from The Message to the NIV, the ASB and so on and so forth. Being as though BGLU is for the people, we have come up with a few versions of some of our favorite verses to make it more easily digestable for the people.

King James Version:
Proverbs 24:33-34 " A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, and poverty will come upon you like a robber, and want like an armed man. "

BGLU Version
Proverbs 24:33-34 "A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, and poverty will come upon you like Debo on a bicycle."

Amos 4:1 - "Hear this word, you cows of Bashan, who are in the mountain of Sama'ria, who oppress the poor, who crush the needy, who say to their husbands, 'Bring, that we may drink!'

BGLU Version
Amos 4:1-" Look here heffas, loungin' up in the mountains hatin' on the poor folk, who say to their husbands 'Get me a frappucino' "

May God add a blessing to the reading of His word. And may I add, the doors of the church are open, won't you come, won't you come { I see that hand...}?
Tia's Conundrum: Big Pippen, Spending Cheese

Why is Pippen, more specifically Pippen's hair, taking me through it? If you don't know who Pippen is you have not taken our advice and checked out Keen Eddie. You are missing out. By far one of the best shows to come along in a while. And Pippen is making me sick with it. I'm going to the UK in April. The more I think about it, the sicker I get. I keep having visions of Pippens of all sizes, shapes and color. And that HAIR... Cheerio and Pip Pip to you too, boo.

I have this genetic deficiency. It draws me inexplicably to two things white boy hair and thugs.. (Go figure.) We'll talk about the thug thing later. The white boy hair thing goes back as far as I can remember. It was horrible in high school. Senior year, I had Physics 7th period. Page Palm sat in front of me. Page was in a band. Page NEVER wore pants....He ALWAYS wore shorts. Page had hair down the middle of his back. Did I mention Page was in a band? Anyway, everyday Page would come in, sit down, and hand me a brush. And every day I would spend a significant amount of time brushing Page's hair and talking to him about rock music. It was a disease. I wanted to go to med school. This was a class I needed to do well in to get into a good college. But the power of Page's flowing tresses far outweighed the need to listen to Mr. Micetech talk about moving walls and such. I blame Page's mane for the B's (and during one 9 weeks a C) I got in Physics.

I ran into Page a couple of years after high school. He was still in a band and he still had that hair. And I'm sad to say it still had the same effect on me.