I need to learn how to cook more than just the basic shit I do. I want to be able to grab a bunch of ingredients and make some off the wall shit. All I eat really is chicken breast and fish (salmon and tilapia mainly). I gotta pick up a cook book for single males. All healthy stuff though.
Jermaine Riley| Smallville
This article from the Atlantic isn’t really in-depth enough to spend that much time discussing—it just strings some scattered quotes and anecdotes together to paint a vaguely grim picture—but it does offer some examples of the anxiety over the electrofication of R&B that I haven’t heard before.
My takeaway from those anecdotes is very different from Michael Arceneaux’s. I think the narrative here isn’t that dance-pop is taking over R&B—that’s old news—but that some of R&B’s brightest talent is pushing back against that takeover in really interesting, creative ways. I won’t go so far as to suggest that the electro-pop infestation will ultimately prove a boon for R&B—it’s detoured so many great singers while they were in their prime, and turned the tide against so many other great singers who resisted those trends—but I do think it’s proving to be a catalyst for a reawakening (if not quite a rebirth) in the genre.
Interview went well today, both of the managers seemed to like me and the fact that I drive and can get to work quick if needed also worked in my favor. I think. Hopefully I get that call back next week.
Shakka- Somebody I Used To Know/Climax feat Vula
This is hot
I broke all the walls for you, I burned them down for you to win.
I’ve heard of people changing their appearance (losing weight) and struggling to adapt to and it and I never understood how that could be, until now. I still haven’t gotten use to looking smaller. Its weird lol
@4YallENT- The Jamaican Caillou
Wen bad mon affi doo doo, bad mon affi doo doo and yuh cyant postpone dat. Mommy yuh must mad.
could this be light?
does this mean everything’s going to be alright?
one look out my window theres trees talking like people.
i dreamt of storms, i dreamt of sound
i dreamt of gravity, keeping us around
i slept in the darkness it was lonely
& it was silent.
& what is this love?
i don’t feel the same, i dont believe what this is could be given a name.
i woke you were there tracing planets on my forehead…
but i’ll forget 23, like i’ll forget 17
& i’ll forget my first love like you’ll forget a daydream.
& what of all my wild friends… and the times i’ve had with them?
we’ll all fade to grey soon on the tv station.
Keep them shits away from me. I don’t want to see them, ever.
Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you’re living?