Big Momma Thorton
On March - 24 - 2010ADD COMMENTS
Big Momma Thorton. R&B Legend. Blues QUEEN. Played with the Muddy Waters Blues Band. She is the TRUTH. Her rendition of Gershwin’s Summertime IS sex. SEX. Big time. Learn yourself some real music.
The ever genius-ical, Lou Plata
On March - 24 - 20105 COMMENTS
Lou and I will take over the world one day. Okay, Lou will write the code to do it, and I will just promote our victory so everyone comes to the party...but it will be fucking awesome, nonetheless.
There are a few things that I know are FOR SERIOUS in this world.
1) My mom will never smoke pot. I mean, she should. But she never will.
2) My bosoms will ALWAYS be big.
3) I will ALWAYS speak my mind. Even in quiet libraries and churches.
4) My blatant and intense use of the work FUCK is going to be documented in my eulogy.
5) Lou Plata will always be the second person I pray to for help…other than Papa Dios, of course. Oh, and Oprah. (But I only pray to her when she is giving away cars and shit.)
Obsession! Cruel Intentions by Simian Mobile Disco ft. Beth Ditto
On November - 9 - 2009ADD COMMENTS
Beth Ditto is my newest girl crush.
Mad love to my friend Alejandro for giving me this MP3. I cannot, CANNNNNNOT stop jamming to this. It makes me feel so 1993.
LOVES IT!!!
Have yourself a listen.
Call me up. We’ll hang out. I’m down for whatever…
xoxo
goobs
The One Drag Queen I Have a Boner For…
On November - 8 - 20095 COMMENTS
- Nina Flowers: So fabulous. She should be my baby’s daddy.
Le’ Sigh…Ms. Nina Flowers.
I’d fuck her in drag, fo sho.
Either that, or I’d want to play in her makeup all day.
Fuck it…I’d just wanna have a tea party with her
so I could wear something studded and false eyelashes long enough to make my eyes droop a little.
We would dance to some Beny More or some ferocious salsa by Johnny Pacheco.
Ferosh.
Jean Grae…The BEST Female MC (At least I think so…)
On November - 8 - 2009ADD COMMENTS
Seriously.
One of my heroes: Oscar Brown, Jr.
On November - 8 - 2009ADD COMMENTS
“The Beach”
by Oscar Brown, Jr. (10/10/1926 -- 5/29/05)
And now I’ve landed on this beach,
it takes sixty odd years to reach,
as this generation of mine
is ordered onto life’s front line.
The targets of a fusillade
that forces us to think of God.
Reluctantly, we storm this beach,
advancing to fill up the breach
created by that fallen corps of elders who charged here before,
while we enjoyed our middle age,
removed from fire; we now engage.
A withering barrage breaks this beach.
It’s bullets bear the names of each
of those who set foot on these sands,
Old General Calendar commands.
Advancing to a sure defeat
without the option to retreat.
We knew, before we hit this beach
the enemy that we besiege
has ammunition for us all
who, as casualties must fall.
Not one will manage to survive.
Nobody leaves this beach alive.
For those arriving on this beach
there is no prayer to pray or preach
to beg us off in any tongue
since we’ve outlived dying young.
And for surviving in exchange,
now face the fire at point blank range.
The witness we bear on this beach
has only one lesson to teach.
Here, the carnage never stops,
as every day another drops.
Some classmate, relative or friend,
whose attack comes to abrupt end.
So on into the breach, my peers.
Who knows how many weeks or years
remain till you and I are hit,
as we inch onward bit by bit.
We only know our lives will bleach
eternally, out on this b“The Beach”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmD_s_N8tDQ
TheBeach
by Oscar Brown, Jr. (10/10/1926 -- 5/29/05)
And now I’ve landed on this beach,
it takes sixty odd years to reach,
as this generation of mine
is ordered onto life’s front line.
The targets of a fusillade
that forces us to think of God.
Reluctantly, we storm this beach,
advancing to fill up the breach
created by that fallen corps of elders who charged here before,
while we enjoyed our middle age,
removed from fire; we now engage.
A withering barrage breaks this beach.
It’s bullets bear the names of each
of those who set foot on these sands,
Old General Calendar commands.
Advancing to a sure defeat
without the option to retreat.
We knew, before we hit this beach
the enemy that we besiege
has ammunition for us all
who, as casualties must fall.
Not one will manage to survive.
Nobody leaves this beach alive.
For those arriving on this beach
there is no prayer to pray or preach
to beg us off in any tongue
since we’ve outlived dying young.
And for surviving in exchange,
now face the fire at point blank range.
The witness we bear on this beach
has only one lesson to teach.
Here, the carnage never stops,
as every day another drops.
Some classmate, relative or friend,
whose attack comes to abrupt end.
So on into the breach, my peers.
Who knows how many weeks or years
remain till you and I are hit,
as we inch onward bit by bit.
We only know our lives will bleach
eternally, out on this beach
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