Remember Andre Tyrone? Well his song, "Destiny Song", debuted back in 10-13-10. Well this young man has got grown and got him a concert going on!
Its finally time! The anticipated debut album "Introducing: Andre' Tyrone" to be released Feb 4th 2011 There will be an intimate album release party and special LIVE performance from Andre Tyrone LOCATION: 8172 NORTH LINKS DRIVE COVINGTON GA 30014 TIME: 6pm For more info please call: 678 907 2370
So call him up and get a ticket cause yours truly will be there to cheer him on!
I know its been a good minute since I've been on here. I've been so busy working on my future, those details in another blog. This blog right now is all about that man above, Alex Langford!
We met on Facebook and became fast friends for our love and passion over the written word. I was so excited for him when he came out with his debut novel, The Emperor's New Music.
This book is very intense and raw and puts me in the mindset of Eric Jerome Dickey and Walter Mosley. Anthony Adams hard life is depicted with such grace and detail he seems to come alive and you can hear his breathing within the text.
This could easily be adapted into a movie. The amazing transition from the 70s to the birth of hip-hop. The musical energy can be felt and provides a lyrical soundtrack for the reader to have while reading this very engaging story.
Alex Langford is a California-based writer. He wrote "The Emperor's New Music" based upon his experiences as a musician in the 90's and as an entertainment writer/producer in San Francisco for several years.
"It was my job," he said, "to tape interviews with Hollywood people and sports stars, then to edit the tape as if the talking heads had done the work."
His long list of interviews includes Stan Lee, Carlos Santana, Frankie Beverly, Sylvester, Rickey Henderson, Spike Lee and Charles Schultz.
"I was a musician and a big fan of R & B and rock music. But in the early 90s my kind of music seemed to just disappear, almost overnight. The emotion, the artistry, the passion was replaced by rap music. Suddenly music was all samples, basic beats, drum machines and fake gangsters.
I wrote "The Emperor's New Music" to create a character who could give voice to a different perspective on hip hop. I think it's a story that needs to be told, and it's certainly a rare point of view: someone's who's not head-over-heels in love with hip hop like the rest of the world seems to be. I'm sure it will step on a few toes."
You can purchase the debut novel at Lulu.com. This man is here to stay and a fresh new voice to the contemporary literary canon. Help this man out and show some love for him!
Disclaimer: Sister Thomas has been appointed the Prayer Request Liaison by the good, right Bishop. Pastor ask you to forward your complaints to him directly.
Oh, Father which art in Heaven, I ask you to ignore most of these pointless prayer request that I’m about to tell you.
Sis. Bonita Jackson is asking for a good father for her kids. Considering that half of the Usher and Deacon Board are responsible for them demons, I’m pretty sure she means to ask you for a man she hasn’t tainted yet. She’s been eyeing the Minister of Music and she’s wasting her time. We all know he’s in love with the Pastor’s son.
Bro Terrell Holmes is asking for leniency during his parole violation hearing. I don’t know what sympathy he’s looking for Jesus, he would rob a mannequin if his dumb ass thought it had money. He tried to rob me but didn’t expect me to go all Crouching Tiger Hidden Negro on him. Heal him slowly for that Lord.
Mother Mary is standing in the gap for her great-great granddaughter whose about to give birth at the tender age of 17. Her mother is 30 and her grandmother is 45. All these hoes need to be beat within an inch of their lives. Teach them a new hobby Lord, cause collecting magic sticks seems to be their favorite past time.
Little Ray-Ray won the spelling bee for his class and he would like to thank you Lord for giving him the knowledge to learn his spelling words. He wears a helmet and he’s cross-eyed and the only one who spelled RED right without falling off the stage or peeing in his pants. God bless his retarded ass anyway.
We ask you right now Lord help out with the Ladies Auxiliary Board fundraiser to the Holy Land. This group of bitter tricks really work my nerves Lord. They want me to contribute and if I tell them hell no they catch attitude and then my trigger finger starts to itch cause they be trying to test my hypotenuse. So I ask you Lord to handle them for me before I locate my guardian angels, Smith & Wesson.
This is a repeat of for Redd Angel Radio (Big Hint: Hit her name to go to the link. This is for my blonde readers only). This show didn't air last Thursday due to Thanksgiving, however it will be airing tonight at 7-9pm EST. Christopher Finnesse is an up and coming R&B star, and here is his video, "Sympathy".
Support this man buy purchasing "Sympathy" now available on CDBaby for just $.99! Go to http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/christopherfinnesse1 Start your Black Friday Shopping early cause this is such a great deal.
Follow him cause he will be around for a long time!
Yea, I'm coming to you on a whole other angle tonight. If you are a first time reader, welcome. Warning: I will hurt your feelings if you are easily offended. So man up or exit now. This ain't no PBS, trick check the warning label.
Life for me overall has been good. However the last several weeks have been really hard for me. When you have a dream that you can taste everytime you lick your lips. Everytime you move you can feel it move with you. When you wake up and after plucking the eye boogers from the corner of your eye...and for you hoes, asking whose dick is this in your mouth, you look back to make sure that your Dream is right there waving to you, then you already know this feeling.
Yeah, I am thankful for my 9-5 that pays my bills now. Especially in this day in age when a job is like finding a str8 man at a gay pride parade on purpose. Its few and far between. I had a series of unfortunate events that happened all at once and I'm not going to lie: I bitched out like $2 hooker. Stress was hard and I almost told my Dream that it wasn't worth it.
I wanted to surrender my passion for complacency. I was going to be a repressed heterosexual man....only flip the hetero to homo and upgraded repressed to depressed. I was going to be Bishop Eddie Long....without the juicy Jheri Curl lace front wig. I'm so serious about this. I had bills up the va-jay-jay, two flat tires and to make it worse, Sarah Palin got a TV show. I almost slit my wrist with a wet noodle but me and seeing my own blood would've just made me pass out before I could make the cut any deeper.
Then I thought about taking me a fist full of Ambein....but really one will just do and I didn't feel out my prescription and my doctor is giving me the side eye when I tell him that I have trouble sleeping, cause my ass keeps falling asleep everytime he tells me about eating healthy.
So after I had my period and change my tampon, I remembered I had a pair of balls and manned up and got over that shit. What saved me from becoming a cadaver? There are three things....well there are more than three but shit I don't have the time to be writing them all down. The three random things that make me smile are: Baby Jesus, Music and Writing.
I already know you are looking at Baby Jesus and asking yourself, 'Dude, really?' Don't doubt the Baby Jesus. Its what made Talledega Nights funny.
When I listen to music it inspires me to write. When I write it inspires me to listen to music. A wonderful circle of passion that I thank Baby Jesus for creating. Music will help you remember your first kiss, puppy love...or some repressed memory of you and a Catholic priest. Please save it for Maury. This is my soapbox.
Today I told a very good friend that my job was killing my spirit. Well not really killing it persay...just sapping the life out of me. She said: NOTHING IN THIS WORLD CAN EVER KILL YOUR SPIRIT. After texting back to her thank you and please stop yelling your right next to me, I came home to the comforting sounds of Hinder and Hootie and the Blowfish playing in my car.
Then for an instant pick me up, GLEE
, was the car battery to the nipples jump I needed to get out of this funk. Then I came to the Net and decided not to watch porn and listened to music from N.E.R.D. to Lil Wayne to some other crap about Hindu whistle monkeys...then I told my neighbor to stop smoking weed on his porch cause I was getting a contact high.
My point to this blog is this: Don't ever give up your dreams. If you do you become a Republican...or worse: Sarah Palin.This clip from Family Guy always cheers me up!
Sis Thomas Thanksgiving Advice: Rules for Attending My Home for Thanksgiving Dinner
Thank you for coming to my house for Thanksgiving. Please follow these instructions to the letter or catch my elbow to your lips. Ask Bro. Wilson why his lips are still stuck on swollen 20yrs later. Test my hypotenuse if you want to.
1. Dinner starts at exactly 4pm. Act like you have Color People Time on your cheap ass cell phone and watch you be hungry cause I locks the door at 4:01pm.
2. If you are wearing a weave, lace front, toupee, tracks, yaki, Remi, Big Lots Jheri Curl or anything synthetic and that mess falls into the food, it will some bald headed bitches eating outside on the porch.
3. If you don’t want me to beat you and your bad ass kids I highly recommend you keep them medicated or in jail. They act up in my house and they will get a windmill slap up the backside of their block head. And you will get a beat down for not practicing safe sex and giving birth to demons.
4. All the TVs in my house are controlled by me. If you want to watch the game go to your house. I’m watching what I want to watch.
5. There will be no napping after you eat. If I catch you getting drowsy you either get a cold bucket of water thrown on you or a hot pan of bacon grease. Depends on what I pick up first.
6. I cooked everything, and if you fix your lips to ask who cooked what you will be tasting knuckles.
7. I wish a bitch would take my good Tupperware.
8. If you want me to act a fool, bring your retarded kid up in here and tell them to fix their own plate. I will put you both on the short yellow bus to Grady’s padded room.
9. This is the last time I’m gonna tell you Bernice, if you take out your teeth at the dinner table to gum the corn on the cob you will wake up in the hospital with them dentures stuck in your throat.
10. I know every family member from brother, sister, uncle, aunt, cousin, husband, wife, illegitimate child to drug addict. If you invite someone that you didn’t clear through me, Thanksgiving will be the day you have no family and you will be hungry.
11. This year Pastor is coming by with his wife for dinner. I really didn’t want to invite them but he overheard me talking to Bernice and invited himself. If he wasn’t a Man of God I would’ve cursed him out. He WILL NOT be giving the prayer. Last time he prayed over a dinner at a banquet it was time to eat breakfast.
All rules are subject to change, reinforcement, or whatever the situation calls for. I want you all to enjoy yourself, but exactly at 9pm the show is over. You don’t have to go home but you got the get the hell up out my house.
