Friday, September 28, 2007

Undercover Redneck

boo!

Trapped in the Closet... ahem...

Check it out. I was flipping through and landed on IFC because I saw R Kelly's name. I thought it was gonna be some scand'lous bit about the man's freakiness. But it was the movie, Trapped In The Closet.
Don't go judging a book by its cover or a movie by its title. I couldn't believe I was watching it. It is an exercise in storytelling. At first you turn it on and say, what the hell am i seeing here? Then after five minutes tops, you completely forget about the format and you are in to the story. The story has taken you out of your world and brought you into its own place.
This is the MAGIC of lots of different performance art. Theater. When I see a play, I always start out a little red faced and tingly for the actors for some reason, but if it's good I forget all about the fact that there are real people standing feet away from me saying lines they have memorized. The story takes over and completely brings me in so that I am not even aware that I am hungry or have to pee or whatever. This happens with good books, music, lots of media. And now, even insane R&B monologuing has joined the magic.

If you get a chance to see Trapped In The Closet, please do, if not just for the fact that you are watching a movie where the soundtrack is entirely one man sing/talking every character's lines. Crazy! And this is something that is so rare you remember it instantly: I have never seen anything like this before in a movie. It is more like an opera, except that it is one dude's voice for everyone. Old ladies, preachers, pimps, hos, kids, crazy crazy crazy.

My one aside is this. If he goes on to make lots more of these to cash in he is killing the art form. Leave it be, Freaky man.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

My Finlay


Finlay Shaka
This is one tiny kid. Taj was such a BIG baby that it makes Finlay look even smaller.
He is very funny, being the youngest and smallest Watson boy ever.
He has to muscle through Clay and Jackson's prison-rules-wrestling, Taj's race-car drive by's at hazardous speeds, and mom and dad's sporadic marriage-battling.
He is one tough cookie. I'd hate to be that corn :)

Tribute to the real Reggae Fathers

These are really old paintings I did back a while. A good example of how my talent has grown the more I do this. So, while the technique and skill may have lacked in some of these, the vibe was there.
So I put them up here to just show some love for the soldiers who worked out the music from the ghetto and raised the child of reggae into the man it is now.

Joe Higgs

Big Youth

Winston Rodney (Burning Spear)
"Knowledge is power. If it is not applied properly to create, let there be no doubt, it will destroy." - Haile Selassie I

Horsemouth
"Just as a farm that is not taken care of cannot be free of weeds, so also is the development of a society." - Haile Selassie I

Bunny Wailer

"Education and the quest for knowledge stops only at the grave." - Haile Selassie I

Pablo Moses

Don Carlos

"Develop a healthy pursuit of life and do not limit your efforts to satisfying your selfish desires." - Haile Selassie I

The Mighty Diamonds

The Itals

Haile Selassie I - His Words and Mine for Iraq and for You

"Because peace cannot reign in an atmosphere reeking with poverty and hunger, we must explore and strengthen the means of feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, and enlightening the illiterate," -Haile Selassie I


When I see photos like this my heart breaks. Most of the time I don't look at them. I certainly don't post them on my site. But this is cutting my soul and convicting me of the fact that I am letting this happen with no protest.
This breaks my heart, not only because I have a son this age and I can not imagine what I would do if I had to deal with this, but because this boy in the picture IS my son and my brother. This boy is your child. Our child. Our little playing toddler, just learning how to laugh, run, climb, play. Who's head was filled with stories, games and love for his parents and NOT filled with greed, deceit, oil, money.

WAKE UP MY FAMILY, MY FRIENDS. This is not just sound coming through the TV that we are all used to and therefore not entertained by anymore. This is our SON lying DEAD. And WHY!?

Well, Why?

There is no US and Them. Who is an enemy, when in ten years they become an ally? This is politics, it always has been. Armies know this. Leaders know this. It is you and I - the masses who are whipped up into the idiocy of war, as if it was a football game. This is why there are photos of Rumsfeld with Sadam, smiling, shaking hands in the eighties. And Osama? He was an ally. We paid him and trained him. Now he is an enemy. And Qadafi? An enemy fifteen years ago. Today he is an ally.

So who is the enemy? I say unto you, WE ARE THE ENEMY. The real enemy is within. Selfishness, greed, pride, lust, hate, bitterness, envy. This is the enemy. That is why changing governments or societies has never solved the problem. So what is the solution?
God help us. God give us mercy, empathy, and broken hearts for all our children.

A scripture for America to keep in mind: Matthew 24: 45"Who then is the faithful and wise servant, whom the master has put in charge of the servants in his household to give them their food at the proper time? 46It will be good for that servant whose master finds him doing so when he returns. 47I tell you the truth, he will put him in charge of all his possessions. 48But suppose that servant is wicked and says to himself, 'My master is staying away a long time,' 49and he then begins to beat his fellow servants and to eat and drink with drunkards. 50The master of that servant will come on a day when he does not expect him and at an hour he is not aware of. 51He will cut him to pieces and assign him a place with the hypocrites, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth."

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Aw, happy reggae, how cute...

This for the people who smile and say they love reggae because it is always so happy. Aw.
Yeah, this is the real roots. Reggae born in the sting of poverty and not in rims, $40 Hats with the tag still on and reaggaeton ringtones. Not from duets with Christina or Gwen. Not from Shaggy's fake ass accent. But from the blood pumping through the living spirit of the Almighty within each man and woman who sees clearly.

"Freeman" by
Kingsounds & the Israelites

"Freeman
Oh Freeman
Free I and I
Before I be a Slave
I will S**T on Babylon's Grave
And go HOME to Ethiopia
And be FREE

Crime
No More Crime
No Slave Time Ina This a land
Instead of your old Slave Trade
Why don't you Save your SOUL from your Grave
And Go home to mount Zion
And be FREE

Freeman
Say Freeman
Free I and I
Before I be a Slave
I will S**T on Babylon's GRAVE
And Go home to Ethiopia
And be FREE"

Still smiling?