The year was 1976.
I was four years old.
The man who created this master piece is Stevie Wonder.

Most people wouldn’t believe me, but it’s true. Stevie Wonder is one of the people that made me fall in love with words and lyrics. He has to be the first person to make me cry to music. The words, they moved me. I swayed. The way he fuses things together are precisely what I want to say, but I don’t know it until Sir Stevie says it. I discovered this early. I credit my mom and my aunties for keeping my house filled with some of the best music of all times. I love them for this. I adore them for this. I am a better person because of it. This album is by far, one of, if not the best bodies of work that I have ever experienced. And I’m telling you, I knew this at a very young age.
Music is as much a part of my life now as it was then. If there could be a musical prodigy of sorts for a listener and lover of music, I would be she.
I am she.
I’m all gaga right now.
Floating on a cloud I can’t come down from.
Anybody who knows me, also knows that Stevie Wonder is it for me.
The quintessential everything.
Yea, whatever.
I say the man is it.
The bread and butter.
The moth to the flame.
The invention of everything and all things great and beautiful and lovely..
And finally.
I can scratch this off my bucket list.
I saw Stevie Wonder in concert.
Four magnificent hours.
Songs in the key of life.
In order as they were presented on this 1976 Grammy award winning album.

He sang it just the way I needed him to.
He soothed my ache.
He ruptured my soul.
He touched me y’all, on the inside parts.
The lyrics were like all together new, and,different, and familiar, all at the same damn time.
I sang along. Most times out loud. Sometimes in my head. but, oh man, my man. The most prolific musical icon of my time. We breathed the same air. We occupied the same space. And it was exuberant.
I was blown completely away.
I can almost feel the tears well up in my eyes again.
This is the love of a lifetime. The concert of a lifetime.
This experience. Ahhh.
My words won’t flow cohesively because I’ve gone mad..
What more can I say.
The melody in my ear.
The songs of my life.
The soundtrack to my heart.
Songs in the key of Dee.
Yes, I came right home and put the album on indefinite repeat.
I’ll be loving this moment until the rainbow burns the stars out of the sky.
until the ocean travels every mountain high,until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea, until we dream of life and life becomes a dream ,until the day is night and night becomes the day, until the trees and seas just up and fly away,
until the day that 8x8x8 is 4,  until the day that is the day that are no more, until the day the earth starts turning right to left,  until the earth just for the sun denies itself, until dear Mother Nature says her work is through, until the day that you are me and I am you.
NOW.. ain’t that loving you.
Who writes like that.
Who pens lyrics like that.
Nobody else.
Only Sir Stevie Wonder.
And that’s a fact jack.
Drop the mic.
Or the pen for that matter.
I’m done.

Oh yea. India Arie was there and featured over and over. She was good, but you know it was all about Stevie for me.


Peace, love, and yes, words, and lyrics honey…



Remember that..?
The year was 1994. I was 22 years old.
Young. Impressionable. Mean as ever, but this film taught me a valuable lesson. I believed in love.
I was in young love at the time, but I didn’t want my love. Oh no, I wanted the love  Jason was showing Lyric.

Jason’s Lyric is a romantic drama, written by Bobby Smith, Jr, and directed by Doug McHenry. These two were notable and equally successful as producers with various films, including the classic, New Jack City.

Jason’s Lyric features actors including Allen Payne (who I was in love with), Jada Pinkett Smith, Bokeem Woodbine, Treach, Eddie Griffin, Lahmard Tate, Lisa Nicole Carson, and Forest Whitaker. The story is set in Houston, Texas, and centers around a group of young adults who learn to deal with hurt, love and maturity, in the mist of very trying times.

Jason (Allen Payne my love *smile*) is a stand up guy who could have been a product of his colorful environment, but instead has a straight track mind, and a job in a television repair shop. He  lives at home with his loving, hard-working mom (Suzzanne Douglas) whom he adores. His bad, narrow minded brother Joshua (Bokeem Woodbine) is the younger of the two and has just been released from prison, and he and Jason are like night and day. Josh is a volatile, alcoholic who is clearly mental and extremely disturbed. He’s an an ex-con who is destined for nothing short of a violent end. He deals drugs for petty cash and joins a crew plotting a bank robbery.

When Lyric (Jada Pinkett Smith) walks into the shop where Jason works to buy a television, Jason is immediately smitten. She has dreams laced in what seems like fairytale, etched in poetry, mapped out by way of escape. She inspires Jason, and invites him into another world that he didnt know existed. Their relationship suddenly blossoms into love.

Jason has nightmares of his rocky childhood, that is filled with domestic abuse and tradgedy. Forest Whitaker plays his father, Mad Dog. Througout the film we learn that either Jason or Joshua killed Mad Dog while he drunkenly attacked their beloved mother. Lyric forces him in the most gentle , but truthful way to learn to deal with his past, and move on with his life.

“I can’t be hurt by you Jason, but that’s exactly what your gonna do if you keep trying to save a brother that don’t wanna be saved.”

“Sometimes heroes have to walk away. Walk away, Jason… or we can’t be together.”


This comes enlight of the brewing war between Lyrics thug ass brother Alonzo, and the death wish crazy gun toting Joshua.

The plot thickens..

Now look, when I saw this film in the movies, I was with a group of eight, yet it was if I was there alone. Well, me and Jason.
I was so enthralled in it, that it was like I had become Lyric. There is a part near the end when she was shot, and I began to weep. Not cry. Honey, I wept. Loudly.
It took me a while to come down from that moment. Someone sitting in back of me said out loud, “Damn, what you know them.”
That’s when I snapped back to reality. I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t believe I had let my hard, no nonsense self slip in puplic like that. I didn’t even know I had those kinds of feelings. But that was the day that I realized I believed in love.

These were young black folks, just like me. I’ve always loved the magic and enchantment of the fairytale. Because of Jason’s Lyric, baby I knew that true love existed.



Instead of a crowded movie theater with friends, I’m watching with my eighteen year old daughter. Thinking, reflecting, and remembering young love.
I told her the story of the movie theater when I cried out. No… When I wept. And she laughed at me so hard.

I told her, one day you may be so captivated by something, so caught up on the idea of love that it might bite your little prissy behind in the butt too.


Jason’s Lyric. A cult classic in my book.
Do you remember? Please share your thoughts.

As always
Peace and love,


Did I just say yo.
Yes I did.. let me say it again for effect.
Fox’s EMPIRE  finale was off the chain.
Full of twist and turns, and truly what I needed it to be.
Sometimes, you walk away from a finale show feeling disappointed, like something is missing, feeling confused, lost, and bewildered.
Trust me, that was not the case with Empire.
I’m not fan of the Fox network in general, but credit is certainly due to the network for bringing forth this artistry.
Every week viewership has steadily climbed, and it’s not just the young hip hop community that’s watching. It’s all cultures, everywhere.. watching.
I had my doubts in the beginning and almost didn’t tune in.
I was thinking not another urban hip hop show. Why should I waste my time watching this stereotypical propaganda.
And then… something magical happened.
Taraji P. Henson.
Chile… She was phenomenal. Almost born for this Cookie role it seems.
The chemistry between her character, and the others worked well.
I couldn’t get the music out of my head.
The guest appearances were great.
The show simply worked.
It has festered itself into the folds of my Wednesday nights, and it has done so boldly, fiercely, and unapologetically.
I walked away from last night’s episode with this in mind.
While some aspects of the finale were predictable, others were not and caught me totally off guard.
I found myself screaming loudly during some of the scenes, and let me tell you, I haven’t done that since the second season of Scandal.
Yea chile, even had some palpitations…
I can’t wait for the next season.
Will this Empire continue to rise, or will said Empire fall? We shall see.
I walked away feeling genuinely satisfied also with this in mind, the show isn’t real life. It’s entertainment. It’s goal is to entertain. No more, no less.
I don’t want to spoil it for those who haven’t watched the finale yet, so I won’t go into a full recap.
Just know.. trust your girl on this. I’m rarely wrong about these things. You must watch the Empire 2 hour season finale. You won’t be disappointed.
I could be partial, but I honestly think anybody who didn’t feel anything must be emotionally limp.
Or purely un-entertainable at best. Is that a word? Oh who cares. I used it. hmph!
For those that did watch, what did you think? Did you enjoy the finale show as much as me or am I living in a made up fantasy world?

Peace and love,

What did tonight’s episode of scandal tell you??

Well, for starters, I wasn’t as blown away as I was last week.

Look, don’t suck your teeth ok. I wasn’t.

The prez was looking like a straight punk, and smelly Mellie saved the day… Well, sort of. It so happened she was a day late and a dollar short.
The lone Gladiator.
She devised a little plan of her own. And now, the highest bidder shall win.

I had periods of being completely annoyed, impatient, and down right over it. I’m over it ok.
I know Auntie Shonda is gonna drag this story line atleast another three weeks. Atleast….


And folk still saying Poppa Pope is behind this. Ok, are we watching the same show?
I don’t think so.
If he was behind it, the little Internet do hickey would have never been cracked.

I told yall I didn’t trust that little Portia Di Rossi character with her little sneaky self. Although, she was kind of in the clear, but it didn’t stop Huck from whooping that ass like a true slave. Slave references tonight.  (Was that in honor of black history month?)

Look, don’t suck your teeth at me, I’m just calling it like I see it.

Ok, here is my confession, Scandal was kind of boring, and a perfectly good waste of my good bottle of red. There, I said it. Whoomp, there it is.
I’m a tough crowd all by myself.


As for next week, Auntie Shonda better bring it.

Until next week Scandalites..

Peace and love,

Dirty toilets.
One window.
duct tape.
Men in black.
Dingy walls.
Concrete floors.


All elements of last night’s Scandal.
I am still messed up off of that episode. I did not see that coming.
Not any of.
Auntie Shonda got me again.
Look, I was shook ok. The episode was dark and eerie. Terrifying really. And I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.


Within the first few minutes, I was already thinking,  this some ole Isis type ish..
It was one of the best episodes and also one of the most disturbing. It seemed to reminiscent of the world of today.
But I lives for Olivia who still managed to keep a pretty good weave and manicured nails while living in the bowels of hell.
Even in captivity, Liv can still serve up a read.
And then, she lost herself, and then she became the lone gladiator.


The cinematography and the writing was brilliant.
I can usually predict something. See something coming. But… not last night. That show had me spinning and still wondering who are these fools.

I’ve been obsessing and compulsing all day. So much, that I am about to watch it again, see if I missed anything.

What is Fitz gonna do?
What will Jake do? What will the 2 remaining members of Pope and Associates do?
Hell, let me stop it. I know that nobody will be able to spring her from this except Poppa Pope.

I can’t wait for next week.

Oh how miss talking to my Grandmother about Scandal. She would have been all up on this..

For now, I’ll just blog about it because I will explode otherwise. The Scandal weekend mashup. Until next week then.

Peace & Love


Now, what kinda girl would I be if I didn’t write about my utter anticipation and overwhelming butterflys-in-my-stomach excitement over the return of Scandal Thursday.
I admit, at the beginning of the season I was falling asleep and bored out of my mind. The show was slow, and I was waiting for them to ring the alarm. Well they did more than ring it, at the end of the winter finale, they flat out set it off!

I mean, dang Auntie Shonda Rhimes, you made us wait 2,000 sunrises and 2,000 sunsets to see Olivia again..

Will we see Olivia again?

Of course we will. And I hope they don’t drag this out.

When we last saw Liv, we all screamed right? Well I know I did. She had been kidnapped, and I for one am ready to see her returned to the arms of whichever man she chooses this time around. Speaking of, Liv was having a good ole time with her extracurricular activities wasn’t she. One minute she was sleeping with  POTUS, and the next she was sleeping with Jake. Back and forth so much that I became dizzy. And oh, let’s not forget about Miss Quinn hunty.. Miss Thing has certainly been getting her life. Gone is the sweet little Robin that we met in season 1 and 2. She done had her little gun toting bad girl cherry popped, and she ain’t been right since. Her and Huck, then her and cray, cray Charlie.. One minute they were fighting and the next minute they were hunching.. Chile…
And call me stuck, but I for one just can’t get over Harrison being gone.
I just can’t. The original gladiator. These folk been struggling every since..
And Abby.. When she come on the screen, I be saying, “girl, I been stop liking you.” LOL..
And then there is Huck. We left off with him finally reconnecting with his son, and then came the drama. I think that little ex love of his is fixing to have him locked up.
Who took Liv??
Jake? Ah, Nope
Poppa Eli Pope? Ah, Nope (too obvious)
I believe it was who ever had been watching her, but I still don’t know who hired them.
What if it was Mellie. Tehehe.. Smelly Melly.. chile, I like to bout wet myself when Fitz called her that.
What if it was Momma Pope working from the underground. Hmmmm..
Maybe, just maybe, that ole sneaky Portia De Rossi did it… whoever her character is, (I forget) that heffa is sneaky.

Well, whatever is going down, I’m gonna be here for it.
And what kinda girl would I be if I didn’t shout out my Scandal..

Tune into, tonight at 9 on ABC.

Are yall watching?

Peace and love,

Hey peeps.. Did you all watch the Billboard Awards last night?
I half watched and switched channels for most of the show which means if anything meaningful happened, I surely missed it.
I’ve already discussed my disdain and utter disappoinent over award shows these days.
But… let me get right to it.
The Michael Jackson hologram. I managed to see that. And it was,
It was weird and down right creepy. It creeped me out.
The thing didn’t look like MJ, nor did it dance like MJ, and it was just weird.
I am the biggest MJ fan, but I wasn’t about to shed tears over a creepy hologram. I saw people crying in the audience and all of that. Maybe they were crying for what could have and should have been or just to his memory, because that holographic creepfest just didn’t do it for me. 

Entertainment is a shady business.
That display really solidified that even in death, others can still pimp you out and make money.
I don’t know, maybe it’s me, but I was quite disgusted by it.

What did you think of it? Did it move you?

If you missed it, feel free to view the link from vevo provided by YouTube here.

Michael Jackson – Slave To The Rhythm:

(It’s been a while, sorry I’ve been gone but I’ll do better, I declare it)

Peace and love,