I aint the only one ready to change....

No Title......just real talk...

Alright now.....this ish has gotten out of hand.  I don't know if its because their daddys left them or what, but these rappers really believe that who ever signs them becomes the new daddy.  These rappers are starting to piss me off.  I listened to Beanie Siegel diss record towards Hov.  I'm not putting that nonsence on here, so yall gonna have to do your own due diligence on that one.  Its just sad.  These over 30 rappers with families to support have no real love for the game.  I'm starting to think Nas was right more and more these days......is Hip Hop dead?  I don't know how you could say fuck a man publicly through song and then say its not a diss.  Jay Z is the reason why I even know Bean's name in the 1st place.  It also kills me how rappers get mad at their bosses for not coming to see them in jail.  I promise they didn't have that same attitude towards their white bosses at their "regular" jobs.  My momma told me a long time ago, she does not do jail.  If I....I wish "I" had more letters so I cud specify it more but ok....If I did whatever crime to get behind bars, then the only person I can blame is the first person I see when I look in the mirror.  And on top of that Beans did a year and a day.  You talk all this gangster talk, a year should have been a cake-walk for you.

It really gets to me, because when I walk around my hood, these are the people who my young brothers look up to and lifestyles they imitate.  And then they not even real.  How are you a real man, talking bout there’s stuff that you could tell B that will make her look at you different right now (referring to a line in the song).  It’s wack man.  These rappers have fucked up society.  And of course Im not referring to all rappers, but yes the majority.  I watched the BET Hip Hop Awards in disgust.   How can we support that garbage?  A bunch of buffoons jumping around on stage with cheap ass jewelry on.  How I know, because at every award show somebody’s medallion falls off or their chain pops.  This time it was Plies.   

I don’t know what we’re gonna do, but this has got to change.  Im not getting Bill Cosby on my brothers, but I can not get with people who will go to the death for something negative, but wont turn a cheek for something positive any longer.  And I have friends that I know from child-hood…..we gonna start knowing less and less of each other.  If you aint about change, then you about the same, and I’ve been big on progression.  Its time I start doing my part to add to it.  Its really about time we all start doing our part.  Not like Spike Lee calling Tyler Perry’s movies coonery.  Im talking becoming the 1^st Black President kind of moving…..cause a lot of us have forgotten how we felt in November.  And here we are knocking on November’s door again.  This aint the time for amnesia!  And everybody don’t have to be a leader…..in fact we need more followers.  We need more followers for education.  We need more followers for peace.  We need more followers for love.  We need more followers for God.  We need more followers for us.  I don’t know how much time we got left here on earth but I have a niece and a nephew who deserve to live in a great world.  Im gonna have children who deserve to see the best of us.  I’ll work overtime today, so that they could see that tomorrow.  Obama has been talking about change for over a year now.  We all heard it…..lets start doing it!

In a Hum Drum town.....

This was a great night!!  I didnt even know TL hit the cymbals...lol (1:31). Hum Drum will be the next released single.

Here is footage of Theophilus London and Jesse Boykins III performing Hum Drum at SOBs for CMJ Week...





more on Theophilus London
more on Jesse Boykins III

My Friend......

I watched this old man leave his wife. You could tell it was one of those married over 40 years type of ordeals.  I don't know what happened.  I mean....at that point what's the point of leaving?  Seeing her withered face rise above tears was one of the most sadden sights I ever witnessed.  All she kept saying was why......why…...why.  He didn't utter a word except for excuse me as he went back inside the apartment to retrieve another suitcase.  Not knowing the full story, I felt it didn't matter.  She did not deserve this heartache.  She survived this crazy world to get where she's at to only experience what many half her age go through.  He was not dying,no....he was killing her, walking out of her life.  She removed her glasses as she couldn't control the tears any longer.  I wanted to do something but what?  Should I try and stop him?  Should I just hand her a tissue and mind my business?  The bible says we are all God's children, so I looked at her as my sister.  And as he walked through those apartment building doors and she collapsed to the floor, I ran to help her up.  I gave her that tissue and told her.....you don't need a man in your life....you need a friend.  Hi my name is Taurean.  She wiped some tears away and responded Claudette, nice to meet you.

Claudette and I have been friends for quite some time now.  I often visit her and we even attend church service together here and there.  Ill never forget the day I met Claudette, but our many days after that day are what's most dear to me.  I have found a great friend in a loving sister.....bless the Lord.

Each One Teach One......

Im gonna start a topic called "Each One Teach One". It will be different articles, videos, etc that I find interesting and would like to share with you guys. This one was a good read by Chuck Prophet titled, What I know now I wish I knew when I was getting started in the music business. I enjoyed it and hope you do too.

What I know now I wish knew when I was getting started in the music business

as seen on knowthemusicbiz.com

My letter to Theophilus London....

I wrote this after the Santos show....the one before CMJ.  Guess this is a good time to share it.....

Whatever zone or realm you enter, it is as if I am right there with you. Your energy and presence on stage removes the locks from the doors where you choose to dwell.  For that moment you are on stage, I am allowed access to a place where only the moment exists....outside of beings.  I often close my eyes during your performances to catch glimpses of this place, but it is limited in vision.....Mostly felt in emotion.  I can't explain and it doesn't matter why, but while you're on stage it makes sense.

To reach a point where nothing matters even time is the true essence of a connection.  And you make that......with every presence.....with no wrong existing, only existence.  Continue my brother.  Your music already creates an interaction outside of physical form......so we have connected more than you can understand.  I'm appreciative of my conscious life's timing to be blessed in your conscious life's existence.

....blakcars in 1 lane

Proof.....eyes closed im searching for that place...

 

Rays of Sun......

photo by  Elizabeth Allen

Sometimes the sun's rays are reflections of our love. No matter where we are on this earth....I'm with you. I can touch you and you feel me. You feel my warmth engulf in your soul. I touch your skin then make my way within. I travel to your heart.....cause that's where the love is. I relax here. I sit and talk here. I speak words of emotion into existence here. You say I make you love me here. I say you make it easy. I pray here. I speak to the Gods of love and thank them for their glorious feat here. Only such could create what we honor. What we adore......what we love......here.

When I'm alone and I close my eyes, with the thoughts of you I soar through the clouds. I don't have my hands out like Superman or anything. In fact my body kind of contracts in. And my head tilts back. All I see is you. Its so powerful.....a world full of activity couldn't distract me. Here in these clouds I profess my existence to you and my love shines through. I want the heavens to acknowledge the results of their love. We are blessed. We are warm. We are love.....in our rays of sun.

Blue Mercedes Benz...

photo by Curtis Reese

Talk bout baggage.  But u better not be talking bout me.  My ish is ight.  Don't be passing judgment beloved.  You should have heard me this morning.  I told this here cart it’s gonna turn into a mansion.  And I told this blue crate, it’s gonna be a blue Mercedes.  I was talking loud too.  People were looking as usual but this one man approached me.  He made me promise him to take him for a spin once I got the Benz.  Now I don't know how I'm gonna find that man, for I've been in these streets for years and this was my first time meeting him.  I spoke of this man to a friend of mine and he asked me did the fellow laugh while talking to me.....most certainly not!  He spoke as if he believed in what I was saying as much as I did.  I thanked him before he took off.  The more faith the better is the way I looked at it.  Especially since I told that purple cushion, she's gonna be a gorgeous, beautiful, traffic-stopping, bombshell.  Hey I've been alone for many days, but today I declare my tomorrow.  Today I have put action to my faith.  Don't be afraid to do the same.  Speak into existence what has been created for you.  Know you're worth then declare it! And if nothings pans out, I’ll give you a brand new blue Mercedes Benz.....

He may be on to something with these......

Affion Crockett is a bad motherfucker!!  and he's funny too!

Chauffuer....

New Super-Group featuring Theophilus London, Mark Ronson, and Sam Sparro has released their single "Soles of Fire".  The single is to commemorate Gucci’s Icon-Temporary pop-up stores which will feature their new boat shoes designed by Mark Ronson.



Get Soles of Fire HERE

Also here is some footage of Chauffeur debuting "Soles of Fire"



as seen on We stole the show

SwaggerDap's This Charming Pic of The Day.......

My good folks at SwaggerDap and their pics of the day have been bringing smiles for a lil minute now.  Here is no different.  John from SwaggerDap also has this hilarious pic of him eating cereal.  Im dieing to put some words to that image....coming soon!

Powder Room.....

Ibe has done it again!!  This time he left the guys out and kept the ladies to himself.  The music is all Ibe.  I told him to send me the instrumental....think we're gonna turn this into a full song.  What do u think??


Powder Room from Ibe on Vimeo.

as seen on MrSoliman.blogspot

No Benches.....

photo by Briian Dargon

I could picture you now.  Standing there looking at the empty benches.  It strikes a cord, because this is our place.  You're so familiar with the sight of me being here before your eyes.  Must be a bitch alone with pride right now.  I tried to tell you 3 was a crowd.  But you know.....can't tell you nothing.  So I’ll show you.  Cause you know what empty benches mean.  I can no longer sit on these benches......no not in your heart.  The same feelings that have brought me to these benches are the same why I'm gone.

The pain from my heart daggers countless emotions into my brain.  The rational is.........fear of being lonely.  I shed a tear.  I know you don't know but I sat at these benches for hours before leaving for the final time.  I vast in the moments that you now visit. I know you wanna blame me, but how could you blame me?  You walk left in opposition to me, then say I aint walking right.  How is that?  Listen to yourself, say aloud shut the fuck up and then listen to me.  What we had is no more.  You thought that this was the only bench in the world and acted accordingly.  I received the worst out of the situation and acted accordingly.  Google the world's best parks if you're trying to find me.  I'm on a great walk.....and I'm sure I’ll find the right bench to sit on when I get too tired to continue.  Until then.....fuck sitting down on a dam bench.

City Lights....

 photo by Briian Dargon

I walk these streets coasting to my own tune. I lead my own horn section. My brass is outdated. My shoes don't shine. But I light up this here city. It is my tune that enables your vision tonight. You don't walk to the beat from a speaker. You walk to the sounds of me. I light this city tonight! Now you like this city tonight. You say there's no place like NY....like my sound has boundary. Tell me where does talent live? What's the address on creativity? I'm a Taurus you know my name. Birds don't chirp ova here, they listen. You should do the same.

No home for The Bacon....

photo by Briian Dargon

Rough life what you know about it.  Because u walk by it.  Cause you sit on the train and watch it as it passes you.  Oh you gave so you know now.  Before you say yes, I'm gonna tell you no now.  My life's belongings are in the same bags you throw your trash in.  Help me believe shit is worth it.  I wear skullies n jackets in the summer time.  Hopefully ill pass out.  Call that buying time, but I spent the nickels you gave already.  See how time gets back what you gave already.  So don't ever think you know my life.  Yea you giving and they taking.  America the beautiful......but no home for the bacon.

FRESH....

photo by Briian Dargon

Fresh...niggas can't stop me I'm fresh.  Look at my dress.  And if there's a woman with me, then nigga look at her dress.  We come to impress.  Don't say a word, but let me suggest.  We are the best.  There was no contest.  We payed the refs.  Dressed them in fresh.  So they play correct.  All in the name and honor of FRESH!

Plenum...

 photo by blakcars

Fun.....I laugh at you. You share the funny with me. Mirrored actions keep me at bay. I more than enjoy this shit. Moments are only moments, yet I feel this to the core. I don't even know what tomorrow brings. I don't even care what tomorrow brings. Today everyday is fine with me. You think you fine with me? Yet. You think you cool with me? You think you know me? You think you like the way we talk? The way we dance? You like that groove? Let's repeat that tune. Hold hands. Kiss with closed eyes and let that moment take that vision. Eat on soft floors. Talk no more. Make sure there are locked doors. Release from fabrics. Tilt that air. Let me join you. Let me in you as you. For that time I am no more. Who are you but we in this moment? Who am I but we in this time? Who cares what to call what has now become. Plenum.

2nd Floor....a film by Ibe

Ibe is just a creative monster. Im just glad its is more "Where the Wild Things Are" than "Nightmare on Elm Street".

During a hardworking day of helping Ibe move, we found time to create. There's always time to CREATE!

2nd Floor from Ibe on Vimeo.

The Moment......smh

Growing up through life without a blueprint except for The Blueprint 1, 2, and now 3 aint easy.  I second guess lessons like I aint write the lesson plans for it.  I just be looking for a guarantee in an indefinite world.  And plus those aint my blueprints anyway.  My brother last name Carter...not mine.  So yes this is my admittance to not knowing it all.  No I didn't trip you, but I still didn't prevent the fall.  We spoke recently about it.  You said your leg don't hurt but your heart do.  I don't feel worthy of a man to stand next to you.  I think back to laying next to you.  Looking in your eyes.  Taking in that feeling and you know what I'm talking about.  Deeper than being on top of you. Or on the side of you.  And yes deeper than being in back of you.  I felt it while you was upstairs and I was in the courtyard.  You had a different view so I just picked one of the many Rs and imagined it was yours.

Recent days feel like ages ago since these current events.  Wondering how I'm gonna face you cross my mind but shit I don't even know if you wanna see me.  Part of me wishes this was TV, at least ill have a week till the next episode.  But without asking I know thursdays are now on hold.  Or shit...cancelled forever for all I know.  All I know is that I never meant for any of this to happen.  I was just following true emotions.  Never thinking that I would fuck up the moment.

Nothing to Say........

Silence.....there's nothing I can say to you now. Regardless of feelings. And honestly no disrespect to yours, although in opposition to mine. And please don't flip my words and try and make em negative. I aint the bad guy. I should just "lol" after statements to make it all good. I really don't want to say anything. I'm not a fan of drama. Let me just do what I have to do to get some space in this situation. Just a lil space for me and I'm out this bitch. If I was suppose to stay I would be but bitch......

See now I'm mad. Forgive the word bitch, the feelings are real. Paint your picture, they're your brushes, but fuck your picture. That's how you picture me? That shit aint real. Color me red? Shrink my heart? I should of been heartless. Then you paint a dog's head on top of my shoulders. Is that my reward for being with a bitch? And what type of scenery is that? So dark. You aint seen a dark day with me outside of a storm. Is it my fault we can't communicate anymore......Fuck anymore? That was from the first night. Don't tell me I'm obsessed, listen I'm familiar. You the one been here 20-sumthing years acting brand new.


I told you, but you only hear what you wish I say. I aint never really like your choice of words anyway. But you smiled when you seen me. I seen the goodness of a soul for another.....and that other was me. It was a selfless attraction to me and I reciprocated the emotions. I'm more mirror than animal, but that aint what's spoken about me these days. You speak ill thoughts of me into the universe and expect the world to recreate your prince charming. That nigga is still the same whoever and where ever he/she may be. I've been the same being who u saw a glimpse of escape in. You wanted weeklies and dailies, and I was barely a few monthlies with the right travels. The right travels, not your travels. And not even mine. If there's one thing I hope you get out of this, its shit just is. You can't shine it, nor make it smell good. And just because it came out of you does not make it acceptable with me. That's your shit. I try to keep my shit in the toilet.....u do the same. Here's some air.........freshener