I always crack up when they pull the ratfink truck up and park it outside of a business like “here dwells a rat”.
Not giving two shits.
S/O OPTIMIST. JAPAN. RAGE. HATE. ALL THEM DUDES.. BEEN AROUND FOR A MINUTE TOO…
I remember screaming and everyone in the house going crazy when we watched this LIVE after that fight. This shit has got to be the best post fight monologue ever in the history of man. IRON MIKE 4 LIFE.
First off, I’ve been gone a long time. I know I popped back on late last year with the promise of new posts, but you know how life has a way of getting in the way of things on your “to do” list. Here we are six months later and I’m just now getting back to this blog. Sorry for the delay.
Before I get started, I would like to shout out a friend of mine who is battling brain cancer. He has shown nothing but courage during his initial fight and is a true example of how to handle a difficult situation. His name is Garnet and it would be really great if you could drop by his blog, http://garnetstevens.wordpress.com/, and leave a message of support. It would mean a lot to me. Also, if you’re on Facebook (which I know you are), please ‘like’ his page by clicking here.
Now, getting down to business, today’s post is about a song I’ve come to enjoy over the past six months. It’s called “So Many Ways..” and it’s by an artist named Barbara Jean English. I have been bumping the song in my iPod constantly as it puts me in one crazy mood. I’ll get to that in a bit. First, listen to the song:
Miss English is an artist that I wasn’t familiar with going into this post (aside from listening to the song), so what do you do when you don’t know something about someone? You go to Wikipedia. Unfortunately, in this case, there is no Wikipedia page for her. Weak. How can there be a raggedy Wikipedia page about me and not about her?
Fortunately for us (you and me), a quick Google search lead me to a few pages from bloggers who have already blogged about this particular song. A post on a blog called Funk My Soul reveals:
Barbara Jean English was a member of the popular New Jersey girl group the Clickettes and recorded many pop-soul sides with them in the late ’50s and ’60s. She returned in the ’70s to record two albums of lushly produced soul with a concentration on sensual ballads. After a brief hiatus, she re-teamed with the Clickettes in the ’90s to tour the oldies circuit. “I’m Living A Lie” is included in several northern soul compilations. A great cover of Bacharach/David “Don’t Make Me Over” and Francis Lai “Love Story” are the highlights of this forgotten gem.
Good Stuff. An additional blog named Classic and Rare Soul Sisters 50s – 70s gives a little more info:
Classic New Jersey soul from one of the best (and least-known) singers of the early ’70s! Barbara Jean English was a member of the popular girl group the Clickettes and recorded many pop-soul sides with them in the late ’50s and ’60s. Before that, she had been a member of The Gospelettes, The Bouquets, The Ding Dongs and The Avalons. In the early ’60 she recorded as Barbara English and The Fashions and, in the mid ’60s, she released five singles for Mala, Reprise, Warner Bros. and Aurora under the name of Barbara English (one of them appears here). She returned in the ’70s to record two albums for the Althia label (best known as the home of the Escorts) of lushly produced soul with a concentration on sensual ballads. Her first LP, So Many Ways… (1972), has sort of a hard soul feel to it. She has a very engaging, rich voice which is the perfect counterpart to the silky melodies and warm grooves on display here. After a brief hiatus in the late ’70s, when she recorded again as Barbara English, she re-teamed with the Clickettes in the ’90s to tour the oldies circuit.
Ok, so we know she’s from Jersey, her big group was The Clickettes, and she was in a group called the Ding Dongs. LOL. Whenever I hear the words ding dong, I think of Shorty from the Ice Cube fronted rap group Da Lench Mob and his classic line at the 1:43 mark of the song “Guerillas in the Mist” that was simply “SO MUTHAFUCKAS GET THE DING DONG”. Fuck it, peep for yourself and imagine him in the booth doing that punch in. Hhah
Moving on, I really do love the song “So Many Ways”. The first, and most obvious reason, is that she is singing her ass off and has beautiful voice. The cut is rock solid on all fronts. Soul.
Even more than liking the music and her voice, the song lyrics are pure magic to my ears. The main reason I listen to this song over and over is the personification of the river and how it’s out to get her. This is the shit dreams are made of to me as throughout my life I have always bugged and tried to figure out what non-human and inanimate objects are thinking. It’s true (and no I’m not going down to Bellevue…) Let’s look at the first and most important verse:
I’m gonna take me a walk by the river
And I’m gonna jump, jump right in
I’m gonna curse that muddy ole water
Cause that river knows that I can’t swim
Oh Lord, the trouble I’m in
Granted, this is far from the first song or cliche to say things are alive, but this definitely gets a hell the fuck yeah from me!! People that know me well often wonder how I lived in LA for 12 years and never got in the ocean. They are alarmed to find out that I’ve been to Hawaii for weeks and never stepped foot in the water. Now you know…it’s because that shit is alive and I know it wants to get me. Contrary to the lyrics in the song, I can swim, but P don’t fuck around with no ocean. Swimming pools, yes. Lake Michigan, yes. Ocean, no. The last time I got in the ocean, I was 18 years old in Negril Jamaica. I skeptically waded out to the sandbar and a dread came up, said his name was Star, and shook my hand. He had 12 fingers. The little vienna weenie looking shits dangling off his hands past his pinky fingers freaked me out so I promptly exited the water and made a b line for a spliff.
FYI, these inanimate objects can be anything. I’m on some ole Thomas The Train shit when I see the stankin ass C train coming into the station. I can actually see a face on the front and I know that shit wants to take people out. Chairs are on some Pee Wee Herman Chairy shit. Really, anything and everything around you could be plotting your demise right now. A plasma TV wants to fall on you. A toilet seat wants to crack and cut that ass so you bleed to death. A door may want to slam on your face while the ceiling caves in on you. The ground could one day just open up and swallow you. Crazier shit has been known to happen. For real.
Anyway, one of the blogs I mentioned above had a link to the album in the comments section. I checked the link and it’s still good …so knock yourself out:
Wu Tang Nintendo Commercial (Banned) 1993
I don’t know anything about this so I don’t know if it was really banned or what….but here it is.
ICE T, the OG, points out how you can dealt with by a 20MM rifle. I don’t want no parts of looking down the barrel of that gun.
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Being real, I remember one time I was at a BBQ / luau in LA and met Ice T. He was coooll as shit. For real.. even tried to hype me up on how good the BBQ beans were from the catering. Biggup to the LEGEND and congrats on all the success in life.
Music video by Eric B. & Rakim performing I Ain’t No Joke. (C) 1987 The Island Def Jam Music Group
Straight up killing all that bullshit most of these rappers are poppin.