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odeisel
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| Posted: Saturday, July 11, 2009 2:15 PM |
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Respecting the ART of Music
http://planetill.wordpress.com/2009/07/06/respecting-the-art-of-music/
Art is the ability to synthesize our surroundings into things that never existed. At its most primal, it is all that separates us from animals. Art is humanity in its purest essence. Music is an extension of that same idea, with melody and lyrics taking form of idealism, escapism, activism, and occasionally the delivery of realism. To call a musician an artist, they must display the ability to create, to stretch, and to push that which exists further past its present form.
We call them “artists” perhaps because we lack a better term. The singers are aided by machines. Many of the rappers have no idea how to count bars and have never even heard of a measure. Last but not least we have the producers, who have grown so incredibly lazy that they have resorted to repetition; taking what works and changing minor components giving basically the same beat to different “artists. |
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miquel1256
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| Posted: Friday, April 17, 2009 3:09 PM |
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I live in Detroit and worked for GM, I am GALD Rick is GONE, he saw this coming years AGO! You make your living talking trash! Why didn't you CALL OUT george w bush? Did you think this all happened over night, now everybody wants president Obama to fix it in 6 mths DAMN give him a chance. How many times did you send george w. bush and his staff a e-mail BLAST?
You being a Black man should know about being under attack for EVERY THING, could you just give the man a chance! this is our first BLACK PRESIDENT and already we as a race want to attack him. Do you attack the murder and crime rate on our people by our people, have you EVER addressed our women having baby's and baby's and baby's and NO husband? have you addressed black men who don't pay child support and don't spend time at ALL with the kids they Father? Have you ever said anything about the RAP music, and the gang banging? Do you tell our young black men to pull their damn pants up and stay in school? Or are you just trying to be a black "rush limbaugh" do you even know who he is? Have you ever addressed obesity??? |
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uscgrad
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| Posted: Tuesday, October 07, 2008 8:39 PM |
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Bad Boy & Block Ent. Present "Don't Block The Vote"!
CHECK IT OUT:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XA83AOsJDvk |
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thelifeteller
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| Posted: Thursday, May 31, 2007 12:18 PM |
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, I was reading about the Apology for slavery in N.C.
My great grand Ma was a slave, had 3 sons by her master, I met her when I was 15yrs. old my mom had passed, she died 11/22/1963, the same day as J.F.Kennedy, she died that morning, JFK that evening,
I say that to say this, we lived in DC, born and raised; my uncle Thomas Johnson was the valet from Roosevelt to Johnson, so as I grew I had good things going on even though we were poor as jaybirds, then after I went astray got on drugs, and lived an addicted life for years, in and out of jails 2 times in prison, many ask what I thought about white people? When I reached out for help those who reached back were white because my black family was tired of my struggle, this is why I am writing this letter to say that when I was in prison struggling trying to find a reason for staying sober, a white man name Tim Crowley a stranger answered my call, my prayer, my screams to be sober and stay that way, but as I laid there in that cell with murderers like Susan Smith, Terry Moore, Elizabeth Parrish, to name a few, I got more and more numb to life because prison is not a nice place to be, its the self destruction that you see over and over again, I wore a smiling face but my prayers didnt seem to be reaching those that I wanted to hear them, Id send 100s of poems to people that would get on the TV and swear they would help if only the addict would ask for it, what a bunch of nothing, the Chaplin kept saying be patient, it was hard, to many of those inmates prison was home and as animals they protected theyre own, It was no different with me, they didnt like change, where as I wanted change, Tim Crowley was my chance for change he sent me a letter to say he liked my work and he kept on saying it, he sent me a type writer I couldnt have, I was not a lifer, lifers were the only ones that had typewriters, we couldnt use other inmates property, they saw I was using my writing to try and better myself- do you think they cared, no! At every turn they tried to dissuade me, but Tim kept on writing me and encouraging me to keep the good work up, then he sent a release for me to sign, to put my poetry in his book, Poets for Peace, and it was awesome when I got my announcement, about the release of the book, then the book it self he sent 4 books they didnt want to let me have, they said I could only have 1, but I fought that also I wanted my family to see I could be something else in life and prison, this would not of happened if not for Tim obeying his messages from God, I found out those whispers positive in nature are just words of wisdom from God to help us find our way, since Ive gotten out of prison Ive found that some strangers orra is so strong. You cant hurt other people by not obeying Gods whispers, I finally met Tim last year for about 1 hour on his way home, it was overwhelming, he is white I am black we hugged so hard I thought Id cry right there, this man didnt have to reach out to me, see when I met my grand ma she told me the best medicine for the soul is forgiveness, she said if I can forgive, why cant those who would follow in her foot steps, at that moment I saw all people even clearer, I realized that good comes in all colors and I have to stand still long enough to allow the good in life to reach back, Today when I heard the N.C. had asked for forgiveness for slavery it touched me, then I started to read editorials questioning forgiveness, I say actions bring the healing, displaying what you fell because anyone can say it, and when blacks say that whites owe them something, I say this when I was in school and a child showed signs of weakness the bullies always saw it and moved on it, but all people arent bullies, and it takes time for others to see what others go thru, and when that time came and others be it white or black saw the weak, the pain, the strong came together, and it took time just as it took time for the weak, the slaves, to see tha |
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thelifeteller
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| Posted: Wednesday, May 30, 2007 4:34 PM |
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Abusing A Trust
It happened on a lonely, cold road, one night--I was trying to get home, high beams shining bright..
There weren't many cars on the road--I was being careful, obeying all the codes..
When the blue lights came up behind me--I stopped, I didn't want them to think I was trying to flee..
The road was dark, the only light was his--I did everything, I should of did..
This police man walked to my car, badge shining bright--I was scared but I felt I was right..
I sat there listening to what the Officer had to say--what I didn't know was this would come to be an awful day..
He spoke softly as he told me what to do--I tried to do what he wanted me to ..
I sat in his car listening to every word--not thinking he'd hurt me , he just wanted to be heard..
The officer said he'd give me a second chance--that was the start of this emotional dance..
Thank you! I said, as I reached for the door--his eyes told me, he wanted so much more..
The officer jumped from the car, ran to my side--as he grabbed me I cried..
It happened so fast, as my face hit the hood of his car--before I knew, the whole situation had gone to far..
He pulled up my dress, ripped off my underwear--I prayed for calm, as his hands were every where..
He did his business as he continued to threaten me--to him it was nothing, as he spoke calmly..
I was scared and never told--this secret I carry buried deep within my soul..
He said it would be best not to make a fuss--remember this was a police, but it didn't matter that he was abusing a trust..
By: Patricia Robinson--218/06--4pm ...
My Book-
God gives me these stories to tell, By- Patricia Robinson
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