Love,part 2

I made a post on “love” the other day.  Well  .  .  . here’s another one: sibling love.

My brother and I are so very close. In all of our years together, we have been like the best friends ever in the history of mankind.  If I could wish just one thing on the rest of humanity, it would be to allow everyone to experience that love between siblings shared by my brother and me.

There’s a song that exemplifies that feeling to a “T”.   The lyrics follow and you can click here  .  .  . to hear (and see).  Love to all.

“Mr. Jones”   by Counting Crows

I was down at the New Amsterdam, staring at this yellow-haired girl.
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer.
She dances while his father plays guitar.
She’s suddenly beautiful.
We all want something beautiful.
I wish I was beautiful.
So come dance this silence down through the morning .

Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances.
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones.
Believe in me.
Help me believe in anything.
‘Cause I, I want to be someone who believes.

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales,
And we stare at the beautiful women.
“She’s looking at you. Ah, no, no, she’s looking at me.”
Smiling in the bright lights,
Coming through in stereo.
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely.

Well, I will paint my picture.
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray .
All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful.
Well, you know, grey is my favorite color.
I felt so symbolic yesterday.
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play.

Mr. Jones and me look into the future,
And we stare at the beautiful women.
“She’s looking at you.
Uh, I don’t think so. She’s looking at me.”
Standing in the spotlight,
I bought myself a gray guitar,
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely,

I want to be a lion,
Err  .  .  . Everybody wants to pass as cats,
We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that,

Believe in me because I don’t believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe, to believe, to believe.

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio,
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women.
“She’s perfect for you, Man, there’s got to be somebody for me.”
I want to be Bob Dylan;
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky.
When everybody loves you,ah  son, that’s just about as funky as you can be.

Mr. Jones and me, staring at the video.
When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me.
We all want to be big stars, but we don’t know why, and we don’t know how.
But when everybody loves me, I’m going to be just about as happy as I can be.
Mr. Jones and me, we’re gonna be big stars.

copyright  2012  blackstarr



Bare with me

I’m a Southern boy. Greenville, S.C.  I moved to Philly while in the 2nd grade. Ergo, my mom was from the South.  She wasn’t an “educated” woman, but, rather, self-taught, as it were.  That combo, self-taught/Southern, made for some interesting conversations.  She made mistakes along the way, but she rarely made grammatical errors.  My older sister picked up the ball and ran with it – she speaks the Queen’s English.  Listening to her as a teenager, I vowed that I would speak as well as she.  I went on to make it one of my life’s goals to know the English language inside out.  So far, so good.

On Twitter, as with most social networks, it’s common to align oneself with like-minded folk.  When I come across a tweet that speaks to my “grammatical heart”, my eyes light up and I pay close attention.  I’ve found quite a few tweeps who pride themselves on their proper usage of the English language. Conversely, I have come across those who are insanely clueless.

When I find someone of interest, i first check their profile, then scroll through a few of their tweets to be certain that I really want to follow them.  It wasn’t always that way.  I would get excited, and just hit that “follow” button right away.  As a result, I am stuck following some folks that irritate the crap out of me.  Ideally, I could simply “unfollow” and call it a day, but they have taken the time to “follow back”, and I just don’t have the heart to unfollow.  So, now, when they pop up, I just scroll right on past them.

Last week, I came across a young, black male who made a statement to the likes of:

     “I’ve decided to take this English thing all the way to the PhD level, because some people out here are in serious need of help”.

Of course, my eyes lit up!  This, I thought, is someone that I definitely need to follow.  Fortunately, now, I check folks out first.  I clicked on his profile, and then, his tweets.  There, at the top, was the aforementioned tweet.  In the VERY NEXT tweet, he made a statement followed by “BARE with me, please”.  I was sooo undone!  Here is a person condemning others for their grammatical errors, and he doesn’t know the difference between “bare” and “bear”.  OMG!!!

I take great offense to the “N” word, but, I heard Smokey Robinson on Def Poetry reciting a piece in which he used the “N” word.  However, he used it in such a manner that even I liked it (click here, if you’d like to see the video).  I’ve never been a fan of spoken word artistry, but, as an artist, I give them support, just the same.  I was even front-row-center when the roadshow, Def Poetry, came to Philly.  Not surprisingly, I was thoroughly pleased.  Still, not my thing.  There is a huge difference in their stage presentation and what they put down on paper.  Judging from the tweets that I have seen from most of the spoken word artists that I follow, they are some of the worst offenders when it comes to the destruction of the English language.

I can’t throw too much shade on these spoken word artists because most of them are making money, hand-over-fist, with their road shows.  The question that remains in my mind, however, is how can one call oneself a writer and fail miserably with English usage?  You want to know what’s heartbreaking about the entire situation?  ALMOST ALL of the spoken word artists that I follow who are clueless about English grammar, are college students!  That pains me so.  It’s a sad commentary on the state of our education system.

Most of the time, one can easily tell the difference between a typo and something that is grammatically incorrect.  The most common errors seem to be words that should be dubbed as “the basics”.  People incorrectly interchange “their”, “they’re”, and “there”.  They don’t know the difference between “two”, “to”, and “too”, “here” and “hear”, even words like “deer” and “dear”.  Of course, there is the infamous “bare” and “bear”.

Well, be a deer, please, and bare with me when I occasionally call folks out on there grammatical incorrectness.  Peace.

copyright  2012  blackstarr


being in lub

blackstarr is in love!  what?!  blackstarr??!!  i know, right!  ok, well, it’s more like “luv”, or “lub”, or even more precisely, “i heart”.  i have many women in my life, mostly family or platonic friends, but there are two women in my life that i simply adore.  you can find them on Twitter as @jla_b and @IAmChocl8t .  i met these two young ladies quite a few years back, when we were all blogging like it was going outta style.  i mean waaay back before there was such a thing as Twitter.  they are beautiful, sexy, intelligent, witty, and even dark.  sometimes, very dark. but dark is just one of the many facets of life.  deal with it.

you may find me using the term “Rita” when referring to them.  that’s not a nickname, nor is it even close to either of their names.  it is, rather, a term of endearment that i coined in their honor.  you see, a while back, the innanets went all touchy-feely, and got all politically correct, and other crap like that, so out the window went words like “retarded”.  anytime someone made me laugh so hard that my sides would split, i immediately responded with “you are sooo retarded!”.  can’t say that anymore.  thus, “Rita”.  close enough without crossing that pitiful, politically correct line in the sand.

you think i don’t have a genuine love for these two ladies?  i truly do.  i stopped blogging over a year and a half ago, maybe even longer.  i got bored with it, Twitter came along, and people weren’t interacting as they did in the past, at least not among the bloggers with whom i was familiar.  if you have a Twitter account and are as addicted to it as i am, you probably know the effect that Twitter has had on the blog world (not to mention a whole lot of other real world stuff).  therein lies some proof of the love that i have for these two – they pulled me back into the world of blogging!  kicking and screaming, all the way, here i am, again.  big ups to them for doing so, because as much as i dreaded getting back into blogging (even with this being only my 2nd post), it has been fun already.

no bones about it, blackstarr is in love.  or lub.  all i know for certain, is that “i heart” them very much.

copyright  2012  blackstarr