8.28.2001
greetings,
hope today finds all healthy and in good spirits
just wanna say thank you for sharing some of your valuable time
and rest assured we will compensate you accordingly
big ups to sub-z for his safe return from world travels and stage rippin'
big ups to dedrick (sp?) henry for maintaining in the face of severe adversity
big ups to maxwell for re-introducing people to his jock
big ups to w. ellington for churnin' out the artistic fire
big ups to ramya- safe travels shorty, haaaaaaaahvaaahd ain't ready for ya
big ups to will smith- wednesdays at twins jazz on U STREET (REPRESENT!!)
big ups to alien ant farm- smooth ass criminal muh fuh's
big downs to the suckas who do that "shaniqua doesn't live here anymore" song
big ups to steely dan (why? cuz.)
big ups to meshell's unofficial but very official website- daily downloads baby...
big ups to all of us who may just have to "burn down the building"
big ups to life- use as much of it as you can, 'cause ya just never know...
peace & blessings upon all here & departed
easy,
dp
naturalaw-dp - 9:39 AM
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8.21.2001
wassup folk & folkettes,
first off, thanks for all who came to the Mathematics show last friday- brothers truly appreciated the vibes of those who listened and didn't bitch about the fact that we did a set devoid of our 'standards'. always feels nice to change up the flow- in the future, look for a full show of polka & square dance remixes, complete with a caller in a cowboy hat & bolo tie (whirl whirl, twist & twirl, do si do and promenade...)
brothers are funny
no really, brothers are hilarious
i should know- being a brother 'n all...
see, we deal with the pressures of our biology on a daily basis, suppressing our animalistic urges to BANG BANG BANG in the name of decorum, professionalism, chivalry and our status as "the intelligent creatures of the earth";
but every now and then, cats start slippin' off of that civilized shit
have you ever seen a brother on the verge?
foraging around outside a nightclub with his inner caveman struggling to get out
breath smellin' like adrenalin with a dash of puke
i know you've seen it...
fools become freakin' peacocks,
although instead of strutting their exotic plumage, shirts get opened to the navel, the wife-beater t-shirt gets exposed
crotch grabbing is at an all-time high, and muh fuhs have a tendency to pop out of the sunroof of cars- usually shirtless
the eyes tell it all...
yeah, that cat that was so suave and subtle earlier in the evening is now outside screaming
DAMN IT'S ALOT O' ASSesses out THIS MUHFUCKA!!!
and he's whippin' his neck back & forth like he was watchin' venus & serena play each other...naked.
oh yes, that same smooth talkin', cigar smokin', cognac sippin', good job havin', "bought-you-an-apple-martini" brother
is the VERY SAME PERSON who just grabbed you right above your elbow in the spot where you HATE to get grabbed
and slurred " 'schgimme a hug gahdammit whatchyoudoin' right now?", all hot 'n heavy in your face with the aforementioned BREATH
that, ladies & gents, is a brother on the verge
see, he has spent way too much money on his clothes for the evening
he has spent waaay too much money to get into the club
he has spent waaaaaaay too much money on drinks- including the ones he bought you & your girls
and finally, he has just opened up his wallet for the final accounting & realized that he spent WAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY too much money on...
nothing.
or so it seems; his gear wasn't the 'amazing technicolor dreamcoat' he thought it was
the majority of the women in the club won't talk to him (nor will he talk to them, cuz brother's ain't diggin' rejection)
and the brightly-colored drinks he bought for you & your girls are GONE...just like you & your girls
UGH- CAVEMAN DON'T LIKE
(everybody's leaving with somebody...even those corny poet-lookin' muh-fuhs that stood outside all night are leaving with shortys)
UNNGH- CAVEMAN WAN' COME OUT NOW
(one last civilized try- "exschcuse me, but didn't i buy you & 6 of your girls starfruit martinis..." "muhfucka, don't just grab me" " but i just..." "whateva...")
AAAAAARGHROWRSNORT
mmhhmm- brother on the verge no more...for he is now fully GONE
yes, his eyes now crazed & reddened by cigar smoke, frustrated by the folly of his ways- he begins to emote as follows: (translation in parentheses)
GAWDDAMMIT, FUCK THESE HO'S (oh, won't someone please show me some affection- i feel alone in this world right now)
BITCHES THINK THEY BETTER THAN ME...FUCK THAT- YOU AIN'T SHEEEEEIT (it pains me that you have rebuked my tender advances; are we not both of flesh?)
WHAT THE FUCK THAT T-SHIRT & SHORTS WEARIN' MUH FUH GOT THAT I AIN'T GOT? (have i not created a paradigm in which i too am worthy of your attention?)
I GOT MONEY, HO (perhaps it is not readily apparent that i am a willing and able provider)
YOU NEED TO STOP FUCKIN' WITH THEM PRETTY BOY MUTHAFUCKAS (already vulnerable, you have cast aspersions upon my wafer-thin self-esteem)
FUCKTHESECLUBS/HO'S/BITCH-ASSMUHFUCKAS- GET OFF'A ME, IAMCALMMUHFUCKA, C'MONTHENPUNKMUHFUCKA UGHSCUFFLEPUNCHSCRATCHKAPOWEEBLAMMO..."break it up fellas, break it up" I'MNEVEREVERCOMIN'BACKTOTHISJOINT...
whew,
ugly ain't it?
maintaining our practiced restraint of animalistic urges, when the social constant of alcohol is the perfect tool to derail our civilized manner...
but that is the deal
you've seen it
and this scenario repeats itself endlessly at clubs throughout the city, nation, and indeed the world...
believe dat.
next time: sisters who weren't going to give you any play, and why they get mad when you don't sweat them anymore...
easy,
dp
ps. relaaaax y'all- we talk about EVERYTHING in life here at Intelligent Discourse; so for those of you who fear this post is a prelude to us turning into 'black planet part II", stick around- we got plenty o' things to marinate/ruminate/prevaricate/pontificate upon... (ooowheeee, now that there was sure soundin' like some ol' intelligent discourse...whatever the hell that meant)
naturalaw-dp - 2:03 PM
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8.15.2001
"I'm not an innovator, I'm a participator. One can participate in any number of things and be happy. It's best when nobody's trying too hard." - Cal Tjader
Whether or not I agree (and it's more fun not to say which side I'm on), this is something cool to throw out there.
Hope to see y'all at State tomorrow for the blickady. (…blickady?!? see 'jont').
Big ups to Dickhead Jones for enabling the good inter-squad communication.
Big ups to Reggie, we'll be waiting for you to hit the gig tomorrow with that new simultaneous beatbox/jew's harp routine you've been working on.
Big ups to brown skin ladies.
Big ups to T.Kolai (Taha and Nick) for having me as a guest dj at Andalu last Friday. Whether it was mischief or hospitality, your tenacity at trying to get me drunk was received warmly. Good looking out on the tunes too. Poem-Cees & T.Kolai collabos are imminent.
beats & breaks,
-Stylus
Stylus - 12:26 PM
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8.6.2001
We're Back & The Results Are In...
Team DC, in their semi-final bout, scored a 117.3 to NYC URBANA's 117.8 (can you say "point five live"?) and was knocked out of the running. but they wuz SCURRED y'all! By the time we were through, we had white cats from the Ozarks rockin' slouch socks & New Balance shoes rollin' up in Starbucks talkin' 'bout "Ay. main man, gimmie a black & mild, Joe..." And I don't mean coffee.
I'm downright giddy & peacock proud of my teamates Rich, Denise & Twain - now the world knows who we are.
DC now ranks #16 in the country out of 56 teams, and yours truly came out at #32 out of about 300 poets.
Misson Accomplished, Stylus - sell a jont get a gig sell a jont - DP time to light up a stogie
Ahhhhhh, back in DC, just like I pictured it, Fat White Men in Suits.....& everythang...
"I love my job" - Terrence (Sub-Z) Nicholson
Patrick
PS: Just wanna say that (1) much love to everyone who sent their well wishes & good energy, especially the 7-freakin'-foota and (2) Shout out to AL Letson, Bassey Ikpi, Buddy Wakefield and Mr Beau Sia for Ranking #2 overall & getting a copy of IOU Street. (3) Lesley you we're right - Oakland is the WILD BUNCH!!!
blackpicasso - 1:04 PM
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8.3.2001