Eye See Music: DJ Lo Down Loretta Brown

So,

Ms Badu has been taking her DJing skills to the "tip top baby". She's releasing her first self produced mixtape next month. Its said to be a different sound from her normal offering. I figured it makes sense to give us something different for the ear. Different name should automatically come with a different sound, i think. She's been heard saying "will melt any DJ’s face off"

Rumour has it she might be working with Flying Lotus. This is a beautiful surprise to my heart considering the line of producers she has worked with J Dilla, 9th Wonder, Madlib, and Sa-Ra Creative Partners, to name a few.

This is the perfect birthday gift for me (18th July).

Music man...

#ttby

Eye See Music: J Davey

I stumbled across this cool L.A. based duo as I was scoping the net. I thought it was a shoot for a campaign or something cool like that but they are actually musicians. The lovely lady's name is Briana Cartwright but performs under the name Jack Davey and the eye friendly gentleman's name is Brook D'Leau. They make electric funk sound.

more on them here jdavey

Here's to a mellow weekend.

P.S. Music helps us be true to ourselves. For me at least.

I Fell In Love With This:

An Open Letter To That Guy At That Party With A Spare Cigarette

From the other end of the yard, I saw you, an athletically built man with cigarettes rolled up in his shirtsleeve. At first, I felt bad asking. I mean, even though we were at the same party, we had never met; I didn’t (and still don’t) know your name. A friend of a friend of yours told me your name was Karl, but a different friend of a friend told me that first guy was totally wrong.

Either way, I walked up cautiously. You were having a conversation with two girls. One had a nose piercing and wore a baggy top that made an ambiguous tent shape of every part of her torso, except her nipples. The other was a blonde who was nodding along while she rolled a joint. You were telling them about the time when you brought a surf board to Bonnaroo and “crowd surfed” in a very literal sense. It had been a key moment in your summer, and a testament to your innate sense of balance. They giggled and the blonde girl handed you the joint, because, although she rolled it, it was your weed and she found you attractive. I waited for a lull in the conversation and asked you timidly, “would you happen to have a spare cigarette-” and, not knowing what to call you, I added, “-man?”

The pause that ensued could not have been more than half a second, but I felt whole lifetimes pass before my eyes. You looked up at me—this destitute stranger—while you took an impressive hit from the joint. This moment of hesitation was just the space you had ...

continue reading here: thought catalog


P.S. Bookmark Thought Catalog. Its such a cool random site. Or maybe I'm just a simple random girl *shrugs*

Ta

Joy Rests On My Shoulders

So...

I've been feeling overwhelmed with joy lately. I don't know why but i sure know that it feels good and that I want to share it with everyone i know and make it last forever. It truly is a magical feeling. The funniest thing is that i can't pick up where this energy is all coming from.

As great as this feeling is, the downside of it all is that it leads to insomnia. Yes, I also suffer from it. Its intense actually. Too much joy, heart pumps non stop and then my eyes are wide awake. That easy.

From me to you, here's a piece of my joy :)

joyful kisses!

Today I Liked This

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A Gentleman's Affair

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Mellow Friday

Had a lovely Friday. Nothing fancy nor hectic. Had one big job to get out and then i just chilled.

I've been listening to great soul soothing music the entire day. Here is the playlist:

Jimi Hendrix - The Wind Cries Mary
Fela Kuti & Nigeria 70 - Lover
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson - Peace Go With You, My Brother
Isaac Hayes - Never Gonna Give You Up
Pete Rock - Take Your Time
Al Green - Simply Beautiful
Dutch - Charlotte
Pharoahe Monch - W.A.R.
Bob Marley & The Wailers - Easy Skanking
Curtis Mayfield - So In Love
RZA - Cherry Range
Eryka Badu - Agitation Samples

and more...

I'm filled with so much joy and my back is aching but I don't care. I just want to buy a bottle of wine now on my way home, listen to music and hopefully have some great company.

If you're reading this, today, Friday 10th June, have a lovely Saturday and Sunday. I prefer to call them both out like that. Just saying 'weekend' makes it seem even shorter. 2 words better than one huh!

Kisses!

Pregnant Season: Lauryn Hill

Ms Hill is pregnant with her 6th baby. How beautiful! I love this woman but have too much respect for her before anything.

P.S. I'm shaving my relaxed hair off and starting from scratch with my natural locks. The top hairstyle Ms Hill has is how I'll be under-covering this winter while it grows a bit.

Gotta love the 'fro man! I love the attitude that comes with it.

Here's to new beginnings :)

Happy Monday!

Lyrical Affair: Hugh Masekela - Stimela

There is a train that comes from Namibia and Malawi
there is a train that comes from Zambia and Zimbabwe,
There is a train that comes from Angola and Mozambique,
From Lesotho, from Botswana, from Zwaziland,
From all the hinterland of Southern and Central Africa.
This train carries young and old, African men
Who are conscripted to come and work on contract
In the golden mineral mines of Johannesburg
And its surrounding metropolis, sixteen hours or more a day
For almost no pay.
Deep, deep, deep down in the belly of the earth
When they are digging and drilling that shiny mighty evasive stone,
Or when they dish that mish mesh mush food
into their iron plates with the iron shank.
Or when they sit in their stinking, funky, filthy,
Flea-ridden barracks and hostels.
They think about the loved ones they may never see again Because they might have already been forcibly removed
From where they last left them
Or wantonly murdered in the dead of night
By roving, marauding gangs of no particular origin,
We are told. they think about their lands, their herds
That were taken away from them
With a gun, bomb, teargas and the cannon.
And when they hear that Choo-Choo train
They always curse, curse the coal train,
The coal train that brought them to Johannesburg.