atlanta’s own black metal stars, the rock*a*teens.

"have you seen the electric lady video yet? it’s fuckin’ perfect!”

my good buddy (and hilarious comic) jordan temple said this to me recently. i knew it was out but i hadn’t had a chance to watch it - it was released around the time i was having a full body stressed-induced meltdown. i didn’t have it in me to sit through one of janelle monae’s futuristic dreamscapes.

just watched it a few minutes ago. it was not what i was expecting! a super fun yet empowering college party! okay, i expected the empowering part, but not a relatively accessible party!

and yet, i still ended up crying a little bit towards the end of it. it’s a weird personal phenomenon where janelle monae videos make me cry a little bit. usually they strike me in a particularly weak spot: am i a decent black woman? like, am i doing black sisterhood right? because i don’t have a history of it. a couple of months ago i went to a goodbye brunch for a coworker and i was linked in a photo on facebook. my sister commented, “look at you with all of those black people!” y’know, because it was NOTEWORTHY. my stupid feelings were hurt but it’s not like she was wrong. so when i watch this great video, i wonder, “is this what i’ve been missing?”

this is partly why things like afropunk stress me out. am i cool enough to be there? am i cool enough for this half-shaved haircut i’ve been sporting? i hope so, cuz i love it. shit, am i cool enough to attend the fictional parties in R&B videos? well, who is, really? am i cool enough to stop worrying about being “cool enough?” not yet, clearly, but i’m working on it.

$15 bowl of noodle soup and something called Asian sangria. i am for real acting like i didn’t JUST remember this morning that rent is due. #TreatYoSelf2011

peakblackness:

DIDDY AND OPRAH AND MARTIN AND MICHAEL

this might be the end of the blog.

this is the final boss.

i don’t see anything topping this. 

i don’t know. 

team meeting tomorrow morning.

-Rem

lift every voice and sing, til earth and heaven ring.

thesilkyinvasion:

a couple of months ago, i was at a birthday cookout for my buddy brad. i was chatting with nate, a comic*, about his upcoming album. “are you going any promo for it?” i asked. “y’know, like those commercials for mixtapes?”

nate, who is a HUGE hip-hop fan, tilted his head. his eyes lit up. “that’s a great idea.”

"well, i’ll help out any way possible," i offered.

"great," he replied. "let’s meet about it. how about tuesday?"

and just like that, i signed on to help my friend nate make some promo videos for his album, best guy so far.

we filmed everything in one day, then got together with our cameraman matt to edit. we ended up with three clips. it was an honor to be a part of this. i think nate is one of the funniest and he’s been real good to me in the couple of years that i’ve known him.

and now i present to you, THE NATE FRIDSON TRILL-OGY.

(*just assume everyone i talk about is a comic, ha.)

WATCH THESE. COP MY MAN’S ALBUM. THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO DO. ALL OF THE FUN.

beycreative:

Flawless.


i once did this move at an open mic and shocked the hell out of some folks.

don’t sleep on silky jumbo.

beycreative:

Flawless.

i once did this move at an open mic and shocked the hell out of some folks.

don’t sleep on silky jumbo.

dottie’s was a dive bar in a rough part of atlanta, or as the residents of cabbagetown called it, “a bar.” it had a patio out back that was amazingly hot and stuffy for being outside. but that was just the oppressive humidity of atlanta - as DJs spun or bands banged on inside, you could stand outside and watch the words you speak get stuck in suspended cigarette smoke.

(Source: Spotify)

howdoigetthere:

THIS THURSDAY. MORE MEANDERING CONVERSATIONS WITH COMEDIANS I ADMIRE. CAN THEY HELP ME RIGHT MY SHIP? COME OUT AND SEE. 07/31, THE CREEK AND THE CAVE, 8PM, FREE.

my show, y’all. it’s coming up soon.

anyone can take a picture in a bathroom mirror. how is your bathroom stall game, tho?

have doctors figured out how to get me to stop listening to this song? cuz it ain’t working.

sia is one hell of a songwriter. i knew she had been writing for big ol’ pop stars lately, but i guess my memory of her style stopped at her jazzier period from the mid-2000’s (what up, “where i belong”?). i didn’t know she was all bombastic until my buddy steve texted me, “[“chandelier” is] the most massive hook i’ve heard in years.” and it is, but the whole album is a MONSTER. sia’s like a surgeon, wielding those chord changes and voice breaks like a scalpel.

(Source: Spotify)