Monday, November 26, 2007
So Toya, India and I went to see Marc Broussard at The Tabernacle Saturday night. I have been trying to tell y'all about that sanging little man for years. He will sing his ass off while simultaneously singing his heart out.
I will try to do a full concert review later. (I'm late for the gym at the moment.) But until then, here's a video of my favorite Marc Broussard song.
Oh about the Reggie Bush thing...Marc is from Louisiana and VERY proud of it. Reggie Bush plays for the Saints. The line in Rocksteady usually goes, "When we get, when we get, Rocksteady" but being a Saints fan, Marc now sings it, "Reggie Bush, Reggie Bush, Run Reggie." I personally thought it was terribly clever.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
I am a music snob. I am and I have to be careful. People do ask me questions as if I am an expert and I am by no means an expert. I know some experts and I don't have half as much knowledge as they do. I am however very opinionated when it comes to music and therefore some people think I know what I am talking about. I am usually right about artists to watch though (*ahem, been telling people about Robin Thicke since 1998, ahem*) but there are some things that even I didn't see coming. Like The Spice Girls. I remember being at my college radio station and our program director put a big note on the playlist for that week:"Play Wannabe every hour. This is going to be a huge hit." I thought he had lost it. And then... Yeah. I still don't get that one.
We need Marc Broussard to go on and sing Love and Happiness" right... about...now...Gotta go!
1. I don't regret not finishing college. I entered college when I was 17 and very sheltered and left after a full year. I was never that good in school not because I wasn't smart but because I wasn't focused. It's 15 years later and I am just learning the importance of focus. I've always known that I've wanted to be in the music industry but never on stage. If I have any regrets about not furthering my education it would be that I should've gone to a music business school. God knows I have more than enough internship hours under my belt for a 2 year college.
2. I too am horribly afraid of wet bread and I don't understand why this is not a clinically proven phobia. I can't remember what Tia wrote about her phobia so I don't want to repeat the same story. We were at a party where someone brought a Tre's Leche cake. I thought that meant "3 Flavors". You know like 5 Flavor poundcake that was 2 flavors too short? Tia tried to cut me off at the pass to warn me not to eat the cake with 3 MILKS. When she found me, I was in a the corner of another room by myself,rocking back and forth twitching, trying to convince myself that everything would be alright.
3. I am a huge daddy's girl. I have a highly responsible, unconditional loving, dependable to a fault father...who you can NEVER talk badly about. I remember a guy saying that I my standards were too high and I wanted a guy just like my father. I quickly let him know that my standards are only too high for little boys who can't reach them.
4. Let's see Tia talked about boogers so what is that embarrassing to me? Oh, I am a tweeze fanatic. I have 3 sets of tweezers and I sometimes tweeze facial hair at night while driving. I'm a Sasquatch, I swear. Tia says that she can never notice but one week I had the flu and could not umm, self maintain? When I was well enough to make it out of my room, she left to pick up my prescription along with some Nair facial cream. It's real serious.
5. I am pursuing being a media coach as well an indie artist coach. I love indie artists and because record labels are becoming obsolete, I want to help indie artists become their own independent businesses so that if they are approached by a major label, they can develop a deal solely on their terms. I also am passionate about artists that are Christians that seek to influence the arts outside of the church walls. How many times have you heard an artist say that they grew up singing in the church but they don't seem to publicly live a life that shows that? I believe it's because a lot of very talented Christians get discouraged by the church about doing mainstream or "secular" music and thus fall away. I am a part of a ministry that provides support for such people. This is my life's work and nothing fulfills me more. I would love to do all of these things free of charge.
6. My new favorite color is lime green.
7. I don't know how to not be late. I hate that people never expect me to be on time. I have done the whole move the clock forward 15 minutes to psyche yourself out and it only makes me more late. Sigh... I remember telling someone that I would be somewhere at 7 o'clock and he said "Awesome! 7:25 it is." Pitiful.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
I think we've been tagged more than once. But for whatever reason we never really get around to tagging back.
Nicole tagged us at the beginning of the month so here it is. And my apologies if you tagged us before.
Tagging works like this:
A). Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog
B). Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself
C). Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs
D). Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog...Okay, sounds easy enough.
I can go ahead and tell you that I won't tag 7 people. I don't really know 7 blogs that I read religiously. But anyway here goes.
1. When I was little I used to pick my nose...A LOT. It seemed like I was always looking for a corner to sneak off to so that I could go nose mining. And as if that weren't enough, when I hit nose gold I would wipe them in the corner. If you go to any house I grew up in between the age of 4 and about 8 you will find my nose goblins in the corners.
2. I sometimes hate girls who are taller than me. I'm 5'9". 6" in heels. But if I'm out somewhere and there's a girl who is taller than me, I immediately dislike her. Or maybe jealousy is a better word. When I was little I wanted to be 6". I LOVE tall guys. And I wanted be 6" so that I would have no choice but to date really tall athletic type guys. I mean, I do that anyway, but when I was younger I figured it would be more appropriate if I was 6".
3. I am afraid of wet bread. There is a point when bread becomes too wet and it sends me into a state of shock if I come into contact with it. I will not allow my dinner rolls to remain on my plate for fear of them getting wet by some residual juice from my vegetables.
I am told that my phobia will have to get better once I have children. Apparently they pretty much mash everything together and wet bread is just a given. Well, until that happens I will cling to my irrational fear with all my might.
4. I absolutely love to kiss. I'm not going any further on that one.
5. I can not stand white guys who try to be down. There is one thing to have a natural swagger, but it is a whole other when you have to try to be down. If you look like a reject from a bad BET video I can already tell you that we are not going to get along. But if it's just how you roll, if it's just what you do, then we can be cool. Basically it's the difference between Vanilla Ice and Robin Thicke. One wanted to be. One just is.
6. If you set anything to music I guarantee you that I will not only learn it but remember it...pretty much forever. I have so many random songs, show themes and commercial jingles in my head that I often wonder what kind of person I would be if I could get them all out. Like, would I have been a Rhodes Scholar or found the cure for morning breath if there hadn't been so much space take in up in my mind with things like the theme song for Marsupilami.
7. If I had enough money, I would go to culinary school and I would write full time. I love to write. I wish that I could get paid to do it. And don't even get me started on how much I love to cook. I would love to learn how to make a really good risotto...and then marry a British bloke so that he could say risotto like Chef Gordan Ramsey. It's the accent.
I guess I'll tag T-hype and Mike. I don't really know who else to tag.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
You can view more uncomfortable looking pictures here. There's also an article. The article reads like a high school journalism piece, but whatever. Someone got paid to write that, and I blog for free.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Pleeeeeaaaaaaassse don't think Tia and I are trying to act like we are holier than thou. If anything, we are probably hornier than thou. But if you've been reading long enough you know that we still deal with heartbreaks of guys that we may not have ever kissed. Could you imagine if we wouldve slept with these jokers. Wow!
For those that frequently get picked on and ridiculed for abstaining whether you are a virgin or not, allow me to lend you this story: I have a family member who often ridicules me for not having sex. She claims I am the last virgin on earth since Mother Teresa died. Mind you, this woman has 4 kids, 2 babies daddies and is in a marriage where both of them are cheating. She had the nerve to look at me and say this:" I know you are waiting on God, Toy but how long are you gonna wait on God?". That is like a crack head walking up to you twitching and scratching while wearing the same clothes they've had on for 3 days, asking if you'd like to take a hit. Naw dude. I'm cool.
Keep your eyes on the prize and look forward to blessed, buckwild guilt-free married sex with a man that not only has promised you forever but will remember your name the next morning. It's worth the wait.
Anyway, here's the new video. Elliott just don't know...
that I am constantly floored by how lackadaisical people are about sex. I'm sure I'm opening up a whole can of worms here but right now I just don't care.
I just don't see how another person being up in your body or you being up in another person's body can NOT be a big deal. I'm sure I'm coming off as sanctimonious and self-righteous. But if you really think about it, I mean truly take a moment to think about it, sex is a big deal. And just doing it with anyone just doesn't seem right. Making that HUGE of an emotional commitment to someone is so serious. And I'm astonished that people seem to think that because I don't want to just have any ol' body up inside my body that I'm uptight or old fashioned or that I need to "live a little." Eff that. I know how attached I can get from just kissing someone I'm in a relationship with. Don't let me fool around and sleep with someone and then they leave. I would be gutted. I would be an emotional mess for a long time.
Forget what you heard. If you want that level of commitment from me then you damn sure better be willing to wait for me. And I mean wait until we have the same last name. If you just want to get laid, stroll the eff on. I know me. And I know that I'm worth waiting for. And if you can't wait for me, then you don't want me. There's no love loss. We just aren't supposed to be together. And I'd be full of bullshishery if I said that waiting was easy. But there aren't really any alternatives for me. You do what you have to do and hard as it is, I'll do what I have to do...which is wait. But I'm not just going to let you up in my body because you want to be there. Child, PLEASE.....
This concludes my soapbox rant for the day.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Mike as Diahann Carroll
Mike as Willy Wonka
So you have to be quick on the draw to find some stuff on Youtube. If they even THINK something is a copyright infringement they will pull the video quick, fast and in a hurry. I had to do a little digging to find that Sugarland/Beyonce trainwreck. And, oh what a glorious mess it was.
I have to say I wish I didn't know 'bout that Sugarland chick. OMG...easily the worst duet ever. Whose idea was this? Who was sitting around and said, "We should nasal twag our way through a really good R&B song." And Beyonce being about her paper okayed the whole thing because it meant more publicity for her.
See this is what's wrong with people. They don't learn from the mistakes of those that came before them. We saw what a hot tragic mess that song with Tim McGraw and Nelly was. (Sidebar: why are horrendous songs so catchy sometimes? That Tim and Nelly song will get stuck in my head for days. And it is just horrible.) But we have to learn from those that came before us. We as a people MUST stand up for what is right. Someone should have smacked that taste out both Beyonce and that Sugarland chick's mouths when this duet was suggested.
This is just such a bad idea. Like Gumby haircuts. Like Uggs and skirts. Like $4 gas. And I think the thing that angers me the most is that the Sugarland chick thinks she's DOIN' IT. She has her eyes closed and a hand in the air a la Ms. Aguilara. Now I'm no hater. I'm sure that Sugarland kills 'em in the country world. But know your strengths. Stay in your lane.
I'm finished. I'm just so put out by this. I'm actually offended by this performance.
In case you missed it
Sunday, November 18, 2007
I completely forgot the AMAs were on tonight.
I just turned to ABC as they were presenting Beyonce with the...what was that they just gave her...? Anyway, say what you want about the girl, she's a beast. She hustles. She knows how to play the game and she plays it well. I can't hate that. I'm no Beyonce stan. But I'm no hater either. And I respect what the girl does. And I know more than a couple of the chick's songs. Do your thang.
I love that Mary is doing the Whop.
Why are Chris Brown and Mel B(rown) from the Spice Girls sitting together? She'd better not mess up my baby.
Who knew that Bone Thugs were still doing music? And where is Bizzy Bone? He is ALWAYS good for some nonsense.
Lenny Kravitz will NEVER EVER stop being fine.
I freakin' LOVE Queen Latifah's hair. I'm getting that cut as soon as my hair grows out. And can we please talk about how far Dana has come. Yeah, Queen.
I think I am as surprised as Fergie is that she won.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
When Lizzie sent me the link to "Lesson Learned" last week I was stoked to finally hear this Alicia Keys/ John Mayer collaboration (by the way Tia told me that Pastor Mayer will be re-releasing his sermon series "Continuum" with 6 additional sermons, I mean, songs. Look, "Gravity" will preach! I kid you not.) Little did I know that this song would stir up some issues that I find hard to believe that I am still dealing with.
It's been YEARS. Years, I tell you. There have been many "ineligibles" since this has happened. It's been so long that I am missing a person that no longer exists. Sometimes I wonder if he ever did. I don't think he was always full of bullshishery (my new favorite word) but I am now realizing the self centeredness and bad things that my friends warned me about that I refused to see. It was so bad that one night a group of girl friends surprised me with an intervention. Melissa:" So you've been mentioning dude a lot lately. I hear blah blah blah and blah." Now of course she did not say blah, blah,blah and blah but when you are wrapped up so tight in someone that you can't find yourself,any cautious advice sounds like it is coming from Charlie Brown's teacher. Of course I got defensive and defended every stupid thing he did and that I let him do. Then this question was asked(don't remember who asked it. After all it was a flurry of questions.) "Toya,are you alright?" All of the sudd
en it seemed as if time had stopped. I noticed that I had my first cigarrette in two years in one hand and a martini in the other. I was by no means alright. The verdict was for me to let him go. I practiced my speech all the way home and even felt better when I practiced it out loud. I never ever gave that speech. I wish that I would have at least believed that I could have.
So in listening to Lesson Learned, I have been asking myself if I have learned every lesson that needed to be learned in this whole ordeal. When something hurts as much and as long as this has you do not want to have to repeat the same mistakes. I often said that if I knew then what I know now I would have thrown a bar stool at his face and ran out the door. But that's not right. I know this because one of the many lessons that I am still learning is forgiveness. I am learning that someone does not have to ask for forgiveness for you to forgive them. I am also learning that your happiness cannot be contingent on whether that person ever acknowledges that they were wrong. You may never get an apology. Ever. Regardless, you still need to forgive them. Sometimes you need to even make sure that you have forgiven yourself.
Alicia says its called the past because she's getting past it. I can't wait to be able to say the same.
So Toya and I have both been stupid busy as evidenced by the lack of posts. Moving on....
The new Alicia Keys album dropped yesterday. It is FIYAH. It is an overall solid album. I can press play and walk away. Of course I already have favorite tracks. Like You'll Never See Me Again is the best song that Prince never did. I keed, I keed. But it is an amazing song. It may be my 2nd favorite on the cd. Lessons is still holding the top spot.
Here is the video for Never See Me Again. And if you haven't already, head on over to Target or your local retailer and get this album. (It's on sale for $9.99 at Target until Saturday.)
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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Sunday, November 4, 2007
I think I want to go to London again. Let me stop. I ALWAYS want to go to London. But I really want to go back soon. I, of course, still want to go to Italy, but I just got finished reading this book about this chick who dates this British guy and it made me want to really go back to London. (Although, now that I think about it I don't know why. The guy in book turned out to be a total git.)
I love to travel. But I hate doing it alone. One of my friends just got back from somewhere in Europe. She traveled alone and loved it. Maybe it's because I've traveled alone for the last 4 years, but the idea of seeing some of the greatest cities in the world by myself does not sound appealing to me.
I want to see the great stuff with someone. I want to stuff myself silly with chicken katsu curry from Wagamama with someone who will do the same. It's no fun shopping at Camden Lock by yourself.
I was seriously entertaining the idea of taking a job overseas next year. But then I thought about and realized that I would be further away from my people than I was in LA. And let me tell you that would suck. I love my people. (I just realized that this whole paragraph has almost nothing to do with what I was talking about. This time change thing has me all screwed up. I feel like it's sooooo late and it's barely 10. )
Anyway, even though I know the pound is mercilessly murdering the dollar, I think I'm going to try to dig up some friends and go to London in the spring. The tickets are pretty affordable if you go before April and the idea of a week in Europe doesn't sound too bad.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
I was having it last night. I woke up at 3 in the morning and couldn't get back to sleep until almost 7. I won't go into detail suffice it to say I was having a "I'm really not feeling my life" moment.
This morning I finally dragged myself out of bed at 10. I probably could have slept longer. My blackberry from work is a good indicator of how the day is going to go. It's usually about to melt down by 10 am, so the fact that it had been silent since 9 last night was a good sign that it was going to be a slow day. But I knew I had stuff to do so I literally pulled my self out of bed on 4 hours of sleep and got started.
I turned on VH1 because I seriously can't start a morning like this without music. I was grumpy and tired and in physical pain from the lack of sleep and still kinda not feeling my life.
And then MARY came on and changed the game.
I watched the video slack jawed. Mary was pretty much singing my theme song. I googled the lyrics and realized that...well, that I'm fine. I thanked God for another day, put all of the stuff that I was worried about behind me and got to it.
So until further notice, this is my anthem.