Marry me MICHAEL!

11 02 2008

I was just watching Celebrity Expose: Michael Jackson. 23 years old and all my life later I’m still in love with him. Well Thriller/Beat It him. lol.

I grew up with his music and honestly he is one of the most influential stars from my childhood. Still is now. I will still rock every single one of his songs in my car and house. I will do my horrible Thriller dance in public and by gosh I’ll grab my crotch and scream at the top of my lungs in the grocery store too.

Which got me thinking about music artists now. Seriously what artist now is going to withstand the sands of time? Don’t be naive and say Madonna. This we know. I’m talking about new artists. Eve, Fergie, 50 Cent, Britney Spears, Hilary Duff, the list can go on and on. But all I hear are fades and phases. Their songs don’t last the year. And the next generation doesn’t have the attention span to keep a good song alive.

Who’s going to get tired of Michael’s Billie Jean? Or Madonna’s Holiday? Or Louis Armstrongs’ When You Wish Upon A Star?

I easily get sick of 50 Cent’s Technology, Fergie’s Big Girls Don’t Cry, and can’t leave out Sean Kingston’s Beautiful Girl. It’s catchy, has a nice beat, but then I’m over it by the end of the week. I could care less if it’s recognized on VH1’s 50 Top One Hit Wonders. In fact I would be surprised if they even made the top 50.

But I worry about the mainstream my son will be subjected to. I want him to be surrounded with art and music. I can’t protect him from all crappy music, but I can’t help but fear for him. Music is a huge part of my life. Music has played a huge part in forming who and what I am. I relaxed and learned to love through Louis Armstrong, Aretha Franklin, Ray Charles, Mozart and Beethoven. I learned how to express anger, pain and hate through writing poetry in Kurt Cobain’s angst in lyrics.  I learned that freedom is also a state of mind through The Beatles and hundreds of other worth mentioning artists.

Lately, I’ve been hearing only crap. Nice dance worth crap, but it’s nothing that’s worth me remembering.

Nyx likes listening to ‘rap’ music. Artists such as 50, Birdman, JayZ, thanks to Preston. He likes doing his ‘gangsta’ dance and pretend gang signs. It’s cute, it’s funny, and but he’s getting older and it has to stop.

I grew up in the Ghetto’s of Cali and Preston grew up in some what ghetto of Cali. I grew up scared of wearing the wrong colors and insured I never did. I grew up knowing being related to any gang quite frankly was demeaning.  So although the novelty of my cute adoring son copying music videos was funny and video tape worthy, it must end. I want him to know music is a great part of life, but to appreciate GREAT music.

I can already tell the next generation has very selective hearing for mainstream. I’m damn lucky if I can meet someone under 18 that recognize that Killing Me Softly was sang originally by Roberta Flack. NOT the Fugees. Or that Michael Jackson is actually black. rofl. Ok I had to add that last bit in.

I hope the music industry starts producing better artists. I will admit I love Nelly Furtado and Alicia Keys. They are beautiful artists.





My first company party. . . . .

16 12 2007

. . . . It was interesting to say the least. I had fun, in a sense.

Let’s put it this way, my boyfriend and I were the youngest there. Generally, my boyfriend and I along with 8 other people are the youngest people within the whole company. We are 23 years old. The next youngest would be 35 years old. Still young, but old enough to make us feel out of place.

We went because people from our department were going and my boyfriend thought it might be fun. It was. There was 2 bands playing. The first band played some nice contemporary music and the second band played all Kachi Kachi music.

It truly is weird to see the professional, well carried, and sophisticated co-workers drunk and dancing up a storm. Especially the woman who is the head of H.R. Then my boss who is drinking simple gin and tonic resisting the urge to just torture/harass the drunken H.R. department.

Then there is the guys in my boyfriends department. Two specifically. We will call them K and R. Well K and R drink together regularly 3 times a week. They go bar hopping everywhere, they do side jobs together, and they work on projects for work together. One might think they are together.  But K proves wrong without even trying. Left and right K was taking women to the dance floor. Showing each woman a great time. Getting in good with H.R. Impressing his boss because he was dancing up a storm with the boss’s wife. In all he swooning all the women. Including myself and I didn’t even dance with him. If you saw the way he moves and how smooth he is you would want to do him too. lol.

I was amazed by K. A few years back I worked with him, but different company. He was really nerdy and really didn’t  seem like the smooth moves kind of guys. He went home and played PC games all day. At that point yea I did have a crush on him. Yes, I do get the hots for nerdy guys – hence my boyfriend roflmao. But he really was and still is a sweet guy. He lost some weight, got a new wardrobe, and became friends with R. Now I’m wondering, why the hell doesn’t he have a girlfriend? Maybe he’s been so geeky and hidden in his mom’s basement for so long he forgot how to be with a woman. That’s if he has been with one. lol. I should really stop bashing him. Maybe it’s all really a charade and he is gay. hahaha. That would be something, but I doubt it. My gaydar didn’t go off.

Back to the party. I was drunk too. When we got there we watched the sun set, which is the prime place to be, then went straight to the bar. I haven’t really drank for damn near 6 months. I don’t care for it anymore. I like keeping my mind clear. Plus I am an admitted alcoholic. I gave in though. I know I was going to be safe. My boyfriend knows how and when to completely cut me off. So 8 Lemon Drops, 1 Heineken, 1 Cadillac Margarita, 2 Vodka Crans, and a Royal Flush later I was feeling good. Oh did I mention my “tolerance” is a little up there?

My boyfriend danced only one song with me. I don’t even remember the song – sober or not – but it we only danced because it was a slow song and Beau knew he would hardly have to move. He can not dance and I practically had to beg to slow dance. It was only 30 seconds at the most. I told him that I was jealous that K was just on it with the dancing. Then I asked if he would be mad if I danced with K. He said no, but I felt guilt behind it. Dammit if I had a boyfriend that danced, and loved it oo, like K he would be getting laid a lot. lol. Oh the dirty side of me.

We called it a night at around 1130 and my boyfriend danced with me in the parking lot. He was really trying his best. Which I thought was pretty good. Though I was drunk. It was fun and sweet. We danced a couple songs under the stars and went home.

I puked along the way. Good times, good times. 😛





I need to be a Rock Star mom

13 11 2007

Short Stack: “Mom I need a rock star shirt.”

Mom: “Why?”

Short Stack: “Because I’m skater and a punk star. I need to drink Rock Star too.”

Mom: “Hun you really don’t need to drink Rock Star to be a rock star.”

Short Stack: “You’re right mom, only gangstas drink rock star. I need Sprite.”

Mom: “Ummm…. ok. What kind of songs are you going to sing?”

Short Stack: “Punk skater music. Like . . . . . E I E I O with a Mo Mo there and Mo Mo here Mo mo mo mo mo mo mo MMMMOOOOOO!!!! That kind. OH YEA!”