Monday, November 28, 2005

Class of 1994

I took a walk down memory lane the other day and thought about how far I've come. Going through my yearbook, so many memories were made vivid all over again. There were the clothes, the hairstyles, and the music. Man... the music! For me, at that era it was Janet Jackson, 2Pac, and H-Town. Yeah, H-Town. GI, Shazaam, and Dino. I think I wore the skin off their CD "Fever for the Flavor." I used to tune in to Majic 102 to listen to "Knocking the Boots" damn near every night. The young lady I was dating at the time wasn't too thrilled about it, but the hometown boys made us feel good to represent Houston, Texas. Of course, this was a few years before Destiny's Child really, really put Houston on the music map of the world.



I got to thinking about how me and my man Damion and John would sit in Dr. Reed's class and wonder how would we pass that damn class! That lady put the fear of God in all of us... and we were Honor students! On the weekends, we would go joy-riding in Marco's car (which a sho'nuff hooptie!) and smoke Swisher Sweets and eat chicken wings at Ocean King. I was lucky, but no too lucky because I got out of school at like 10:30 in the morning and went to work at Shell Oil Company at 1:30 in the afternoon. That was cool, but I also missed out on a lot of things that went down after I left, like the "Soul Train" at B lunch that Halloween. At the reunion, cats were still talking about that! Thumbing through the pages, I saw faces of people I called close friends and those who I would just give a pound to on a regular basis. I had a lot of good memories at Madison High School. Granted, I had my share that wasn't so good but overall, I made the best of my experience while I was there.

It makes me laugh to think about walking the halls and singing some crazy ass song at the top of my voice! Or skipping class to go and hang out with my girlfriend at the time. I think about that crazy ass girl who just wouldn't take "no" for an answer. So many good times and so much to look back on and reminisce over.

A lot has changed in the 11 years that I walked out of there with diploma in hand. Madison has changed drastically. As a matter of fact, the last time I walked around the campus I barely recognized it. Gone is the Madison Knights' tree and the Ladies of Distinction bench. The ROTC shack has been upgraded and even the parking lot where I used to do drill team practice is different. That group H-Town? Sadly, the lead singer Dino made the transition into the spirit world in 2003. I listened to "Fever For the Flavor" and poured some liquor on the concrete in his honor.

After I came to the end, I closed the book and smiled. That was a walk down memory lane that assured me that I'm doing alright after all.

Michael Jackson


I love Michael Jackson. I really do. I grew up on his music and I have idolized him for what seems like forever. I'm looking at this recent pic and I'm like "what happened?" He just looks so... I can't begin to come with the words to describe who and what Michael has become.

I was looking at some videos and pics of Michael the other day and of course, this was old Michael. I'm talking "Thriller-Beat It-Billie Jean" Michael when he was Black and beautiful. I'm talking about the Michael Jackson that we, meaning Black kids in the 80's looked up to. We finally had someone that we could claim as our own who was making a positive impact in our lives. I can recall how I would go over to a friend's house, and while their parents were away at work, we would listen to his records and have dancing competitions to see who could do the Moonwalk better than the other. We rocked jheri curls and the multi-zippered jackets and the white socks. We made sequinned gloves and begged our parents for money to see "The Victory Tour." We cried when his hair caught on fire during a Pepsi commercial. He belonged to us.

Then, we watched as he just reduced himself to laughingstock of the world. He hasn't been the same since 1987. I was blessed to have seen him live during the "Bad" tour of 1988 and that's the last of Michael Jackson as we all knew him. The facial features began to change but we still had love. The eccentricities got a bit weirder, but we had love. Now, I can honestly say that I have love for him, but I don't know what to make of him anymore. The music is very much below standard, and the image? Goodness.

I got love for him still. Question is: does Michael Jackson still have love for himself?

Monday, November 21, 2005

poeticrockstar.com

I can't believe this. I just really can not believe that I built my very own website. And the really good part about it is that it's mine! Lots of hard work and dedication went into making this a reality. You have to understand that I have wanted my very own site for years. Either it was too expensive or someone wanted to create it for me but they call the shots. I kinda did some sleuthing and discovered that I could do it at like a fraction of the cost. The only thing it took on my end was some creativity.

I took some cues from Prince as well as my wife and just did it. I don;t have to answer to anyone and I call all the shots. I love to write and I love to express myself. I like to be creative and just let the juices flow (no pun intended!) and just go. I can't wait to hit Planet Rock and just start making my music now. There are just infinite possibilities and I feel as if the planets have aligned and it's like "okay kid... it's on you." I don't know where this will go or where this will take me, but I know in my heart it's a step in the right direction.