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thee satisfaction lookin' flyyyyyy.
thee satisfaction lookin' flyyyyyy.
I See you Alice. #booskie. #blackgirlsarefromtheFuture. #mambuBadu
too fly!!! they were in Philly for the Roots picnic..originally from D.C./MD area..Aminata (on left) wears American Apparel top, H&M jeans, Retro Jordans (3's), G-shock watch, earrings from a Harlem vendor. Allison wears H&M top, Urban Outfitters sweater, Uniqlo leggings and Toms shoes, earrings from an Etsy vendor.
#blackgirlsarefromtheFuture and if you KNOW me you know why this fit is particularly relevant.
I just want yall to know Flo Jo was a bad ass!
Along with all the founding ladies of Mambu Badu, I'll be showing a four prints from my time in Meadowlands, Soweto at the Collective (R)evolution show at The Fridge on Friday, July 29. Please come by and support this fundraiser for the DC Youth Slam Team!
One more from Doreen Southwood Summer 11. I can't help myself.
TW: Graphic images, discussions of rape, violence
Crisis In The Congo: Uncovering The Truth
Crisis in the Congo: Uncovering The Truth explores the role that the United States allies, Rwanda and Uganda, have played in triggering the greatest humanitarian crisis at the dawn of the 21st century.
Support the completion of the film: http://congojustice.org/take-action/
Sign The Petition:http://www.change.org/petitions/fully-implement-public-law-109-456
Congo Resources: http://friendsofthecongo.org
This is long but there are really useful historical bits here.
I had a hard time with it though because:
Here's some video of the Dojo Collective's first art project from the city. Had a great time working with the City of Atlanta, Wonderroot, & Living Walls. I come in around 7:53 mark….more footage and pictures to come.
Please understand that before there was crunk there was The Chronicle; before there was Bone Crusher there was Lyrical Giants; before there was India Arie there was Donnie and Joi, before Janelle Monae there was Edith's Wish. Atlanta was bursting with musical creativity and at the center of the live music scene was a band called The Chronicle.
I have been privileged to grow up in Atlanta with the National Black Arts Festival for what seems like a lifetime. If you have not experienced it you need to make arrangements immediately for 2012 because the visual arts exhibits, the dance performances, the theater, the parties, the markets, the films, the people, and the concerts ohh the concerts are not to be missed in Hotlanta in July.
But this year was special. This year there were two events that transported me back to Atlanta, circa 1994, the summer leading to my sophomore year in college. For nearly a decade Jason Orr brought Black Atlanta together to vibe through every sensory outlet of our collective bodies through the Funk Jazz Cafe. People came from all over sprawled out "Atlanta" and stood in line for hours without knowing who was going to perform. It was electric. Orr, a creative genius, developed a phenomenal documentary about the state of black music over the last two decades called Diary of a Decade. He premiered his documentary at the NBAF film festival to sold out audiences who not only watched the two hour flic, but stayed for the post-film discussion. We left the film like we had been to a Funk Jazz Cafe event, drenched with nostalgia for an era we have been trying to explain since it ended.
The film chronicles amazing performances by Jill Scott, Dionne Farris, Omar, Me'shell N'degeocello, Goodie Mob, Bilal, Doug E Fresh, Janelle Monae, and sooo many more folk who in the early days jammed to the legendary house band, The Chronicle.
In the late 1990′s Yin Yang Cafe was the place to get your true caffeine every Thursday night via The Chronicle. It was an open mic night, there was no rehearsal…all improvisation…live music flow…dancer's heaven. And we danced like we might fall out if the music stopped. Bone Crusher and, comedian, Zooman were the hosts and they didn't let just anyone get on stage.
This year the NBAF featured The Chronicle Reunion after nearly a decade. The original members Billy Odum, L-roc Phillips, DJ Kemit, Phil Davis, Avery Johnson, and Lil' John Roberts pumped out hits, like "The Rock Song" that only Yin Yang Cafe (now Apache Cafe) regulars would know. All I know is I couldn't move my neck or talk for days but I felt like a burden had been lifted by the end of the night. It was the spiritual experience–the release–I have been looking for since 2005.
Both Funk Jazz Cafe and the Chronicle presented artists like they were already stars and you just didn't know it yet, like singer/songwriter Donnie (The Colored Section) and Joi (Star Kitty's Revenge). In true form The Chronicle presented artists like lyricist Kev Choice out of the Bay area and my favorite of all, a true "wildchild," Phillipia, who was so bad ass that The Chronicle ended up handing their instruments over to her band to close out the night at Apache Cafe. You know you bad when one band brings you up to play with them and you bring it such that they relinquish the stage to you and yours.
Now youtube can never recreate the feeling of being there, but it can give you a taste. So here goes…
I'm just relishing in the fact that the Atlanta Music scene is coming back and on Wednesday night I will be rocking to Phillipia at Centennial Park for the Wednesday WindDown. If you're here I urge you to be there. I'll be the one with the big hair bobbing back-n-forth in the front. Give Thanks.
I'm making a documentary focused on sexual fluidity and the broad range of sexuality. Tumblr users express a wide range of opinions and I hope to get as many of you to share your views as possible. I have created a series of questions related to sexuality that I would like answered in a video or audio submission. My goal is to get a wide range of answers that I can edit into a full-length product. If you or any of your followers want to participate, please come visit the project: http://sexualfluidityproject.tumblr.com/
I'd appreciate the help, and hopefully this will be something positive for the LGBTQ community.
this SO looks like my friend in dc.
So Summer's Eve has a new marketing campaign for their line of "feminine" washes and deodorants called "Hail to the V!" And, just to be clear, that "V" is for vagina! If you visit their website you can take a quiz to "ID the V" and get your hands on a "Vagina's Owner's Manual." In case you thought this was some kind of corporate altruism, you can also learn more about Summer's Eve's products which, after you take the quiz and read the manual, you will know you need to keep "Lady V" on the right track!
Wait! I think I'm hallucinating so I hit the refresh button… No, this is for real. In a world of sub-par sexual health education I'm all for some public knowledge sharing about women's reproductive health. And in a world that denigrates women and routinely uses "pussy" and other vaginal references to indicate somebody's lack of courage or general inferiority I am all for shouting out and offering a big up to the vagina. But this campaign is neither educational nor complimentary; it's sham. A sham masquerading as education, homage, honor and respect.
Take their commercial "The V" for example, in which a properly ambiguously female and European voice-over tells us "It's the cradle of life. It's the center of civilization. Over the ages and throughout the world, men have fought for it, battled for it, even die for it. One might say it's the most powerful thing on earth!" First, it sounds like the marketing team for Summer's Eve just finished reading some of the vintage works of Brother Cleaver (All Hail the Power of the Pussy!!!). Second, the honor that Summer's Eve asks us to bestow upon our All Mighty Vagina is that of cleanliness and not just any cleanliness but one that smells like a
"Delicate Blossom" or "Morning Paradise." In other words, your "wonder down under" stinks and you need to fix it! This, of course, panders to the same old ideas that the vagina is inherently unclean and its processes are also unreliable and suspicious. Bringing to mind "dirty" words like discharge, yeast, bacteria and menstruation. Of course, they do offer a scent called Naturally Normal but who the hell said all our "normals" smell the same. Not to mention the very idea that you can somehow bottle and sell normality!
Finally, to call "it" the most powerful thing in the world and to talk so romantically about its supposed influence and power ignores the very real ways women find themselves marginalized and made vulnerable at the site of "it". How women access adequate health care, navigate sexual assault or the threat of sexual assault, the right to have an abortion, the right to have a baby all demonstrate the ways in which the mistreatment of vaginas has nothing to do with how clean they are but with where they are situated in the matrix of power, privilege and disadvantage. But this commercial, this campaign would have women believe that all we need to do is tap into the Power of the P, most quickly done through washing it with Summer's Eve, and, like Beyonce says, we could run the world! Pause…Side Eye! So yes, let's talk about what it means to recognize, honor and respect our vaginas! But let's not allow that conversation to be tethered to the sale of products. Let the conversation be about what feels good, what feels right, what feels necessary and what feels healthy. Until then, as my homegirl Tiffy Rose said when she saw these commercials, "Hail to the Naw!" Summer's Eve, you can keep your faux celebration of my vagina right along with your overly-perfumed washes, spray deodorants, cleaning towelettes!
everyday. every. damn. day.
LOVE TRANSCENDS DECADES!
One of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
This is Africa, our Africa
Girl Thank you. Because all I could let out is an #ummp. and a #ummhmm.
I don't really know what to say except I love the expressions. I like to think in the bottom picture Tyler is thinking "Damn. I'm a fucked up mysogynist. I can't believe I'm standing next to Erykah Badu! Look everybody! I'm standing next to Erykah!"
and her expression is all like. "Yeah. I'm standing here but that's not a co-sign on your fuckery."
[image description: four pictures of Erykah Badu and Tyler the Creator of Odd Future seemingly delighting in each others company. He more so than she I'd say. End image description]
Photo by Bohemian Soul Hair
"It turns out being gay is fabulous. My Twitter is all atwitter. I have six new Facebook fan pages. And for every sponsor that's fallen out, I've gotten two more. Who knew? Being gay is the new black."Yes, Sharon, I suppose it is. Such a minor plot point might not normally cause such an internet stir. Yet folks have speculated about Queen Latifah's sexuality for practically her entire career, and Latifah's role in Set it Off as hyper-butch, bank robber Cleo notwithstanding, her remarks as Sharon Love mark the first moment that the queen has seemingly embraced (the idea of) the gay. QL's brief appearance on Single Ladies has left many of us wondering if Sharon Love may be a foreshadowing of what real life announcements may come. Does Queen Latifah intend to officially come out soon? October 11 is just around the corner.
I dusted up my Keds something terrible Monday night. Maze featuring Frankie Beverly opened the 2011 season of Brooklyn's Martin Luther King Jr. concert series and I two stepped until my calves cramped. I arrived early enough to get beat down by the late afternoon sun and ate up by the bugs attracted by my all natural insect repellant. The concerts, in their 29th season, are free and the lines are accordingly stupendous. A young man with cornrows hawked ice-cold water to those of us waiting for the gates to open. A middle-aged woman with a blond crimped weave, maybe fourth in line, shooed away a photographer, pleading, "I got warrants." I struck up a conversation with the three people more eager than her. They told me they had been posted up since morning. I'd like to think I have a bit of their enthusiasm. I passed on a ride from Harlem and took the subway to arrive early enough to secure enough spots in the limited seated section for all of my people.
The concerts are a 'blackful' experience to poach from the poet and professor Elizabeth Alexander. They feature artists that we love like Stephanie Mills and the Whispers, who I saw a few years back, or recently departed Teena Marie who performed just last summer after a downpour and The Mighty Sparrow, the Calypso King, who will perform this August. The shows begin with a prayer– we put God first–the national anthem and our anthem, "Lift Every Voice and Sing," which we do. It's populated with a good deal of what Theodore Huxtable termed "regular people."
Maze took the stage in signature all white– I'd like to say linen, but I wasn't close enough to confirm–to a warm ovation. They were polished, present and attended the moments well. All of them. "We Are One" got me out of my seat early. I looked at the moon and raised my index finger up as I learned is customary for the number. During a brief interlude, Beverly spoke of the band's Philadelphia origins, their original moniker (Raw Soul), their mentor Marvin Gaye and misadventures in brokeness and love. He also confessed to once holding some bitterness at their lack of critical recognition–not even a BET honor–that is now subsumed by this peace, "You can have the awards or the rewards."
I left lifted. "Golden Time of the Day," "Happy Feelings," that sweet sepia anthem "Before I Let Go" amongst others gems from their catalogue had put me in a good space: my mind tuned to good thoughts, my ears tuned to good things. That you would do the same, I'd like to share a little of the happy blackful sounds that have been in my rotation.
"Love Me Instead" Melinda Camille [Download]
Connecticut native Melinda Camille is an American Idol veteran but don't be dismayed. Her 2010 debut, Pure Imagination, is not middling R&B. She's closer to Tiombe Lockhart than Tamyra Gray and her understated delivery recalls neither big-voiced beloveds JHud or 'Tasia Mae. This record wins at hello. It's opening line Camille sings with a side eye but no caricatured sass, "Why you tell me life is like a box of chocolates when really what it is is what you choose to make it?" And then she goes in on bougie black girl scripts. I work out of the same bag. I can understand it.
"Cupid" Lloyd [Download]
This effortfully self-styled thug is bubblegum at heart and his best. "Cupid" makes me want to pop my Trident Splash extra loud, maybe even click my Keds-clad heels. Sweetness has been my weakness since before The Good Girls (Where are THEY now?) and Cupid's is punctuated with a booty shake-breakdown that makes me want to do squats, lunges, get my weight up and prove a low end theorem or two. But mostly it makes me want to hold hands.
"Here We Go" Beldina [Download]
The dreamy Donald Glover, rape obsession aside, has worked with this black Swede. Thank the diaspora for ever stretching its tentacles, on this occasion from Kenya, because Beldina Malaika heartens the lithe dance music in which the Swedes specialize. My only complaint are the excessive weave tosses in her video. Maybe she was attempting an homage to Whitney's "I Want to Dance With Somebody" video. At any rate, "Here We Go" is a great warm up for all manner of whimsy and tomfoolery.
"I Need It Just As Bad As You" Marcia Hines [Download]
I was digging for an episode of my radio show, There Ought To Be More Dancing when I encountered this Boston-bred woman of Jamaican descent (cousin to both Colin Powell AND Grace Jones). She migrated to Australia in the seventies where she is kind of like a big deal, I mean, Queen of Pop stature. After a spell in musical theatre–Hines starred in the Australian tour of "Hair"–she debuted as a recording artist with 1974′s Marcia Shines on which "I Need It Just As Bad As You" appears. It's all the way funk and she's all the way authentic about her sexual desires, her partner's failure to meet them and her subsequent outside dalliances. She's unapologetic about her wants and, like Betty Davis stateside, opened up expressive possibilities for Black women's sexuality that our brutal history and its continuing legacies too often harness. I find listening to her quite useful as I try an open up my armor of upstanding black womanhood.
Bonus Track: "Golden Time Of The Day" Maze [Download]