PLAYING CATCH-UP!

Barak Obama's wife, Michelle talking to the Chicago Tribune:


"I heard that growing up, 'You talk like a white girl,'"One of the things I hope happens through our involvement in this campaign is that this country and this world sees yet another image of what it means to be Black!







PRAISE THE LORD! Why is it that if you strive to be the best and do things like embrace CORRECT grammer, straigten your hair (fashionistas like to shake things up a bit) and hang out with anyone other than a Black person (because you are interested in surrounding yourself with quality individuals that include but isn't exclusive to Black people)...you are trying to be white? That's total B.S.! I always get this ish from Black people. Let me re-phrase that, I get that ish from Ghetto Black people and this one lady that confuses the hell out of me. She embraces the most ignorant rap songs known to man, throws around Less Brown quotes and tapes, lives in a "vanilla community," she's a minister and quick to berate and crack on people and loves throwing around that "n-word," and loves to tell me how "non-black I am. She's just a walking contradition to me but,...oh well. It's personal and she'll have to deal with he own issues. God knows I have enough of my own. You know, I never get criticized by upwardly mobile Blacks. I guess misery does love company. Anyway...I love the OBAMAS! I hope Barak wins. He certainly has my vote and I will do all I can in my community to make sure everyone is registered and votes.



Let's see, haven't blogged in a while. The neice is 2yrs old now and talking up a storm. Still can't quite make out some of the things she says but I just love to see her talk. Check out that do-do ball. Man, that takes me back. My sis, is well. She's getting her ass out of Atlanta Public Schools. THANK THA LAWD! I don't want her working with those bad ass kids. I can't wait to finally hit the lotto and make her sit down.





I entered an art show for independent artists in Atlanta last week and they rejected me. I was pissed. The boyfriend thinks we should bum-rush the show and set up anyway. I just want to go and see what made it if my work didn't. I finished another funky mug. This is my evolution of music mug and what I love most about it is my baby Prince on it. Prince is my fav. I've really taken to ceramics lately. I like that they are fired and permanent...unless the glass gets broken. That part sucks....but the process is time consuming.

You can't really see the rest but there are other influential artists going around that I feel made significant contributions to music on it. How can they turn that down? Maybe I'm just hating. Don't think I'm giving up on my dreams...I'm not. When I make it, I'll speak fondly about the time my work was regected by some Indie Artists. Like Diana Ross when she talks about the chorus teacher that told her she couldn't sing. I'll say...How ya like me now...BITCHES!

What do you think? Do you like it?

Anyway,...Flavor of Love Charm School is on tonight and Celeb Fit Club debut. Can't wait. Holla back.

A NEW DAY

I'm back! I'd been really bummed out about the death of my friend Ken. Thanks Grayse. (I have no way of getting in touch with you. Holla back)

While sulking in my emotional funk. God really has been working on me. A friend of mine said, A SETBACK, IS NOTHING BUT A SETUP FOR A COMEBACK! I love that.

It's my new thing. I'm on my way. I'm no longet bootleg. I'm legit. I am Incorporated. Way cool. I've got a tax id and everything. I want to make things happen. I'm GOING to make things happen.

I was watching the food channel the other day (which I never do because I can't cook and I'm dieting...it always makes me wanna eat) Anyway, they did a biography on my favorite chef/cook. Nigella Lawson. I love her. (and not because she's fluffy...by white girl standards. she definitely isn't fat....hell, I wouldn't even call her healthy)

Anyway, she spoke of losing her mom to cancer, then her sister, and then her husband. Hell, I would've thought that I'd done something terrible in a past life or something had that been me. Nope, she took it all so noble-y (if that's a word). She said she was the luckiest person in the world. I was thinking...you must be MAD (as the British would say). But nope, she said that it was such a blessing to have those people in her life. I thought,....what a beautiful way of looking at it. How "glass half full" of her? This is my new mission. I must adopt this more positive way of thinking. God loves me! Darn it, I need to start acting like it. So, here goes........

For Big Papa....Ken O'Brien

Yesterday...I lost a friend that was near and dear to my heart. On Air, he was Ken O'Brien...any other time, I'd nicknamed him BIG PAPA! He gave my first real radio gig. He used to work for the Rock station here. He loved RADIO! He loved to ROCK OUT! Hell, he taught me. He was the sweetest guy you'd ever want to meet. He never told people NO!..even if they were asking too much of him. He had terrible taste in movies, crazy sense of humor, quick wit, and loved Steppenwolf and OZZY like nobody's business. He used to call me DIVALICIOUS! He could never get a break in radio. He busted his ass to please so many people and the minute he needed them...they turned their backs on him. His "so-called" friends...the Industry,...EVERYONE! Wounded, he still dropped everything when either of them called on him. As you can tell...I'M PISSED! The love of his life "RADIO"...shitted on him constantly through format changes, budget cuts, management changes, you name it. He always got the short end of the stick,...still....he loved RADIO! Well, in the end...he gave radio over 25 years of his life and for that he got....no money, no health insurance, no burial fund, NOTHING! Just heart break after heart break. My dear friend passed away yesterday but died a long time ago from a broken heart. He deserverd so much more than he got in life. I only hope that the good Lord hooks him up big time in Heaven. My mom used to say...LOVE THOSE THAT LOVE YOU! He loved Radio and Radio didn't love him back. Lately, I've been feeling the same way about my relationship with radio. I think it may be time for me to walk away. I don't like what this industry does to people that love it so passionately. These are people that devote their lives to 14hr days, no free weekends, no free holidays, few benefits and very little pay. The payoff? The listeners. The music. The community. You make the listeners happy, you play the music you love and you get to give back to the community. Well,...that's why we all used to do it or why we want to do it. You get sucked in, you fall in love, you get fucked, you get stuck and the next thing you know,...you are living on borrowed paycheck to borrowed paycheck. You only make money in the big cities...the top 100 most populated cities. You only make money if you are insulting or controversial in some way. Ok, there is John Tesh and Ryan Seacrest but of course...they blew up from their TV gigs.

Let me tell you about this guy. I was working with a company that replaced me on the air but wanted to keep me on payroll so the competition wouldn't snatch me up. I was unhappy and low and behold....Ken walked into my life and offered me a job with a station that would be perfect for me. A station that was the marrage of 2 worlds....r&b and pop. It was amazing. He became my boss and my guardian angel. I gave hime the name BIG PaPa because he always looked out for me. I drove this crappy car that we called The Thunder Buzzard. It was no longer a beautiful bird...it was a buzzard. He got in touch with corporate and the powers that be and told them that I had been a good employee and I needed a car. He approached me about it and I told him that I had been dating the anti-christ. A person that claimed to love me and robbed me blind. I was still trying to recover financially. He said...No Worries! I've worked a little something out for you. I had a NEW used car that I loved dearly. It was due to him. I hadn't asked...he saw a need and offered. Isn't that crazy? Who does shit like that? Big Papa. That was the fun of old school. Bosses looked out for their employees and companies rewarded loyalty.

Now, with the new wave of things,...people are turning on eachother, scheming against one another and brown-nosing...just to keep that "already spent" paycheck coming in. Companies are rewarding the highest paid that get at least 6 figures plus and laying off the people that actually got their hands dirty to make these companies the powerhouses that they are. I hate what this industry does to people now. It turns them into ruthless fake shallow impostors that will stop at nothing to step on others, keep them down and flex power.

I watch them as they fire their old friends, kiss the ass of the people that demanded they do it without a fight and morph into corporate do-boys. It sucks. I hate it and it hurts.

I want to vent more but the more I do, the more tears I shed and my head is killing me. I don't really need any comments, I just needed to get it out. Goodnight guys.

I love you forever Big Papa! Jazzy