Life and Laughs

I recently watched The Incredible Jessica James.

It’s one of my favorite movies now.

The story, the plot, the characters (oh the characters) – this movie just stood out to me in so many different ways. Like I was almost surprised at how much I loved it.

The first time I saw Jessica Williams on The Daily Show w John Stewart, I thought she was witty, awkward, smart, funny – just my kind of bitch. I thought, “I can’t wait til she gets poppin.” Then she left the show and I thought

“Oh shit, she’s making moves. I can’t wait to see what’s next.”

I follow her on Instagram and I remember when the movie was on the festival circuit making waves.

It got into Sundance, which – kudos.

Then it premiered on Netflix. I must admit, it took me a while to sit down and watch it. It was always on my mental watchlist but I was in the middle of Narcos so… it had to wait a minute.

But I finished Narcos (dope af) and I finally sat down to watch it and I honestly feel like it’s one of the most charming&funny&quirky&lovable movies I’ve seen in a while. Definitely cult classic material. New generation black art house gold. I loved it.

Even though the world seems to be heading for imminent destruction, I can die in peace having witnessed the last hoorah, the raison d’etre, the final bang in this iteration of a true black arts movement – in cinema, and art in general.

It happened in the 20s, 50s 80s and now. When the going gets tough, the tough create.

I mean like

DWP. selma. Insecure. Awkward black Girl. Issa Rae. Justin Simeon. Lena waithe. 20s. Queen Sugar. Oprah. AVA mf’n DUVERNAY. Fences. Hidden Figures. Fruitvale Station. Black Panther.

Not to mention all the talent on the internet. Niggas are getting paid cash money to parody the bullshit we witness ERDAY.

Obviously, trolls gone troll.

Toni, Rachel, Katlyn, Kylie: I’m looking at you…

But have I been getting my life and my laughs despite them?

Hell yes.

You Could Cut the Tension with a Butter Knife

In the wake of the disaster in Las Vegas, I just…

At this point, it’s obvious that gun control needs to be high on the list of policy priorities. The only reason shit hasn’t been done is because those ass hats we call congressmen would rather line their own pockets than look out for other people’s interests.

Point blank period. This is common fucking sense.

Anyone who says otherwise could really

go snack on a bag of dicks for all I care.

But that’s not why I’m here today.

Every time something like this happens, I’m just a little more cynical and a little more apathetic to what goes on in this world.

At the same time, I grow in my resolve that this pressure cooker can’t take too much more heat before the top gets blown off this bitch.

And I’m hopeful.

Existential observation:

Nobody knows what banged or why it did, but the Big Bang, a moment of immense pressure and volatility, gave rise to the universe we know today. Nature, art, music, allat arose out of chaos.

Now I could just be talking out the side of my neck but I’m thinking the same idea applies here. Except the next Big Bang has the potential to be a controlled blast rather than an all consuming fire ball that destroys everything in its wake.

When it bangs – and most assuredly it will bang if we keep this bullshit up – enough people will know why and what for.

And if there’s enough people around in the aftermath to say, “I fucking told you so,” maybe we can build something better.

I hope we can salvage some of the good things that we’ve learned over time and, as a new world rises from these imminent ashes, people think twice before they act.

The Day is On Its Way

Have I ever told y’all how much I love Chance the Rapper?

He recently performed a new song with Daniel Caesar on Colbert’s show and… ugh. I love him.

Its a three verse ballad articulating his toils in fatherhood, being a celebrity, and grappling with troubling matters of our times.

Chance never ceases to amaze me. I love his live instrumentations, the deep gospel influence, his flow. When he performed at the BET Awards last year with Pamela Mann and Kirk Franklin, even my heathen ass could feel the spirit moving through the computer screen. He has a way of making music that just hits you on a spiritual level.

I hear the seams snappin’. And I’m the team cap’n

Chance has never been shy about his activism. The thing that I like about him is that he’s a smart guy. He uses his platform to do some real work.

  • Police brutality
  • Homophobia
  • Urban Poverty/Neglect
  • Racism

Some of the “first world problems that niggas make up” that Chance and other activists are constantly addressing, yet… these hoes (i.e ‘Merica) keep on playing.

He warns, “Keep on playing we gone shake this shit up.”

When I think about the times we are in, I don’t get sad. I’m not even mad, truely and honestly. In the grand scheme of human history, this series of events comes about cyclically. Be it a Henry the VIII, a Hitler, a Stallin, a Napoleon, a Mao-Zedong… a Trump.

Just as sure as we are here, the day is on its way when the jig is fucking up. Though it’s hard to see it now, evil never truly triumphs. Maybe this is attributable to the vitality of the human spirit, or a collective low tolerance for bullshit – regardless…

The day is on its way

It could not wait no more

Here it is.

 

 

 

You Better Work

If y’all didn’t know, I’m a film student. In my last semester, lawd! It’s a bitter sweet feeling – mostly bitter – but that’s a different post.

Film production is one thing. Classes on writing, directing, editing… the usual. But there’s also a set of classes based in film theory.

Because films are not just films and (more broadly) art is not just art. It’s all cultural fodder.

Or at least, that’s how I like to look at it.

Every film, every album, every canvas does a certain cultural work that – when you look back on them as a whole over time – says a whole helluvalot about the world we lived in.

Now this is going to appear to go left for a minute, but bare with me here.

I’ve been listening to that new Uzi.

Sorry not sorry.

I don’t care how fast he says it, I don’t buy that lucier shit. I’m terming this cultural click bait. 

Issa gimmick.

That lil nigga from Seattle isn’t a fucking devil worshipper, and if he is, so the fuck what. That’s on him.

This new shit bumps and I enjoyed listening to it. Sorry not sorry, bih.

The thing about a Uzi, a Yachty, a [insert XXL freshman]… they’re in this bitch.

They’re here and making their presence known and having a wang-dang-mutherfucking-doodle with life.

Yeah, they say problematic, dumb stupid shit sometimes. So does everybody.

But if you watch an interview from any one of these people, they kinda sound like they know what they’re doing. They know the wave they’re on and they’re taking full advantage. As high-falutin’ as you may think their antics might be, they’re not on some bullshit.

And you can say that about a Kendrick, a Cole, a [insert “conscious” rapper] as well.

They’re voices of the culture. And they know it.

They have the juice and it seems as though folks can’t do anything but be mad about it.

Now, when we all look back on this moment in history, I don’t know what we’ll say, honestly. I can’t break down the cultural work that these individuals are doing because I can’t do that right now. I think that is something best done in retrospect.

But they are certainly doing it.

Moral of the story: Y’all gotta chill and let these kids be kids. It’s a wave. It’s a moment. Let it be.

History will tell us what she thought of these 20-teens kids when she’s good a goddam ready. Don’t doubt that the cultural hindsight will be 20/20 and one day – not this one – we’ll be able to know for sure if they actually “ruined hip-hop”… or if they really ushered in a new era of youth culture and music.

I’m leaning more towards the latter.

If you like it, listen to it. Twerk to it. Enjoy it.

If you don’t, that’s cool too, but y’know… don’t be a hater.