What's your musical horoscope? (Put your player on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that come up.)
- Bassment Jaxx- "Fly Life": House classic!
- Mary J. Blige- "Enough Cryin'": Love Mary.
- Common- "So Far to Go": Favorite track from The Shining and Finding Forever.
- New Edition- "Try Again": Sampled "Lick the Balls".
- Meshell Ndgeocello- "The National Anthem": from Exit Music: Songs for Radio Heads
- Slum Village- "Call Me": Another tight joint with Dwele!
- Little Brother- "Hiding Place": from the Minstrel Show.
- Foxy Brown- "Come Fly With Me": Dope single from an album that never happened.
- Lauryn Hill- "I Used to Love Him": w/ MJB!
- Kiley Dean- "Make Me a Song": Timbo!
You're the DJ: what are the next five songs coming up after the break?
Ok, finally a QOTD I can get down with.
A Tribe Called Quest ft. Jay Dee: "That Shit"
Slum Village: "Fall in Love (Jay Dee Remix)"
Talib Kweli: "In the Mood"
Black Milk: "So Gone"
The Roots: "Game Theory"
Hip-Hop, not Hood-Hop.
Hey Vox friends, just wanted to do a shameless promo for my new music site www.soulbounce.com. I know my network here isn't that thick, but I need to cover every base I can. Me and my team are mostly focusing on the folks you don't hear/read about ad nauseum everyday. I won't name them, but you know who they are. So please check it out, we're in full effect and having a lot of fun. It's shaping up to be a pretty decent site.
Somehow,
I was placed on the radar of someone at MTV, who has included me in a
long, comprehensive list of pop/gossip-bloggers worthy enough to
receive their VMA announcements. Only thing is, I continue to find
myself categorically distrustful of the inclinations of agenda-pushing
corporate entities, be they music, television or print. I don't
butt-kiss here, even when I have something nice to say.
Sure, I touch on some pop topics here and there, and I'm on a couple of
high-profile blogrolls, but I reject the notion that I can fit neatly
into any niche, or that I am consumed with the culture of celebrity,
hip-hop, or any relative topic. That's part of the reason I threw up
the deuces a while back; I really needed to shake some of that off. The only expectation you should have upon entering nOvaSlim.com is sheer, unadulterated disappointment.
It is with this that I am preemptively requesting for a third time that Ricki Astin at MTV remove me from his/her mailing list. Yes, I understand that I'm "just" a blogger and I should be expected to defer to the absolute magnificence that is Viacom. But MTV is a large part of why we have people like this, like this, and like this, and why I'm like this. I'd rather keep it humble and pedestrian, and post about topics that interest me. Thanks but no thanks.
MTV So Desperate For VMA Viewers, It's Calling On Memories Of Music Bloggers [Idolator]
MTV Sorta Likes Bloggers... But Not Really [LAist]
Until the second verse where the chick started singing. zing!
1. Hood Rat by K'wan (St. Martin's Griffin, $14.95) (9)
2. In Greene Pastures by Kendra Norman-Bellamy (Urban Christian, $14.95)*
3. The Aftermath by Anna J. (Q-Boro Books, $14.95) (3)
4. The Candy Shop by Kiki Swinson (Melodrama Publishing, $15)*
5. Black and Ugly by T. Styles (Triple Crown Publications, $15)*
6. In Cahootz by Quentin Carter (Triple Crown Publications, $15) (5)
7. Indigo Summer by Monica McKayhan (Kimani TRU, $9.99)*
8. Angel by Teri Woods (Teri Woods Publishing, $14.95)*
9. Keisha by Darrell DeBrew (Triple Crown Publications, $15)*
10. The Millionaire Mistress by Tiphani (Life Changing Books, $15) (2)
Okay, first of all, am I the only one that reads books to escape the ghetto? LOL! Not hatin' on this by any means, but damn, I used to write little ghetto stories in high school and people loved them. Somewhere along the way, I started reading John Grisham, Bret Easton Ellis and Anne Rice, and all of a sudden my literary vocab changed. As much as I would love to write what I want and be published, I cannot shake the urge to attempt to write one of these ghetto tales, mass produce it on the cheap and watch it fly off the shelves.
Under a pen name of course. Like, Pastor Diamond Chanel or some shit.
I understand these books are the literary equivalent of modern mainstream hip-hop and the merits (or lack thereof) of them have been debated ad nauseum. They seem to be pretty much here to stay. So have we finally grown to point where they are no longer guilty pleasures and have as much right to sit on the same shelves as less sensational novels?
What say you?
Almost as soon as I secure a stiff upper lip regarding yesterday's manifesto, I get a call (not 10 minutes ago) in which I'm offered a job with a very cute title:
MANAGING EDITOR.
I guess we all gotta stay tuned, eh?
I forgot I had one of these.
oy vey.
Ok, that's all I have for now. Once I decide what I'll be using this joint for, I'll update more often.
on WHAT'S BLACK, UGLY AND READ ALL OVER?