The Rapper In Me

You know about umpteen years ago. Me and my cousin Profit J. were talking about music. Eventually the conversation turned to the kinds of dudes putting out records at the time. Hammer and Vanilla Ice were big then.

So and idea formed... Obviously talent was no longer needed to secure a contract! So me and he were thinking about forming a rap group!

Were were gonna call ourselves No Talent Individuals! The first single was gonna be entitled In It For The Money. On the album Mo Money To Get The Hunnies! He was gonna be Profit Jay. I was gonna be Unpoetic Lou. Our main hook was to sample Elvis songs. We were gonna be the crossover kings. We would have made a mint!

Ah the days...

Should have did that shit though!!!

Confessions Of An 80's White Boy: Again

Some things witnessed escaping my mouth during one recent session spent in cyberspace...

"Well, how can I forget you, girl, When there is always something there to
remind me?"
"Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark!"
"And i ran, i ran so far away. I just ran, i ran all night and day. I couldn't get away"
"Swaying room as the music starts. Strangers making the most of the dark. Two by two their bodies become one"
"She used to look good to me, but now I find her... Simply irresistible! "
" Holding back the years, Thinking of the fear I've had for so long. When somebody hears,
Listen to the fear that's gone."
"We're fussing and fighting, delighting with tears and we cry until dawn. (oh oh)
hold me now!"
"When you see the price they paid, i'm sure you'll come and join the masquerade"
"Love shack! Baby love shack!"
"What set you free I need you here by me! Because! In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more". With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more""

I gotta leave them internet radio stations alone. Or leave Real Player off when blogging!

Confessions Of An 80's White Boy

I was just screwing around reinstalling programs on my computer after my technical difficulties. After updating Media Player, I decided to listen to an internet radio station. What genre did I pick? You already know if you read the title. I was such a white boy in the 80's. Why? Check out the lyrics I have been singing along to for the last hour:
"you spin me right round baby, right round, like a record baby..."
"do you wanna ride in my Mercedes (girl)..."
"I wish they could all be California girls..."(yeah I know, but it was the David Lee Roth version)
"time passages..."
"who's gonna drive you home...tonight..."
"have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way..."
"love lifts us up where we belong, where the eagles cry, on a mountain high..."
"moving sidewalks, I don't see under my feet..."
"I feel looooovvvvvveeeee..."

I think I will stop this one now. Because I am starting to feel shame... Okay not really. But they are playing too much crappy shit I don't know.