By the way, my stomach feels like it's gonna explode. I was at Joe "Tostada's" place for another round of Culinary Combat. We really are a privileged group. since we get to eat every weekend from two great cooks. Anyhow, there was chili galore. I had four bowls of awesome...oof. Luckily, we worked off the extra poundage with a few intense games of Smash Bros. Brawl. And afterwards naps.
On another side note, does anyone else other than me feel like the police are constantly looking at you to see if you do something wrong? I do. All the time. White parents tell their kids that the boogeyman is hiding in their closets. My parents told me the police were. Sheesh.
Take last night. Tostada, my boy Marino, and I had just parted ways with our other friends, only to meet up at a bar later on. Now, I can see why cops don't like me (they still have friended me on facebook): I'm brown, constantly snarling and brooding, bald, and just plain out of my mind. I fit the profile, which sucks balls a plenty. But my buddy Tostada only fits the brown part. Marino is white; 'nuff said.
Now I can only assume that all cops aren't always jerks.They have their reasons for what they do. Hey, sometimes I want to call the cops too. So it makes sense that we were stopped by the cops last night...for getting in our car too fast. WHAT?!
Yup. Just as we were getting in our car, a patrol car happens to pass the street perpendicular to ours. And we were stopped. Actually, stop implies that we were moving. We were barely putting on our seat belts. And out comes this little female Asian officer, flashing her light in our faces and giving us the third degree. She said that it looked like we were up to no good business.
If only...
This is the funny part. From what I recall, she just wanted to make sure we weren't "terrorists or anything like that." DOUBLE WHAT?! Terrorist? How is that the first thing that comes to your mind? Gang bangers, I can see. Drug dealers; sure. But terrorists? I'm pretty sure terrorist don't just scurry around Orange County, Whiteyland capital of the world.
Anyhow, she let us be, and we traveled to the bar and made up for the shitty beginning to the night with a great ending to it.
Whew. Got that off my chest.
"Call Me," by Al Green almost takes a back seat. All I gotta say about it is that Al Green wouldn't take that shit. He would just make a great album about it...like "Call Me" (this is my attempt at a segue).
Of course, "Call Me" has very little political content. It's an album about love and heartbreak, something that Mr. Green is able to convey beautifully with his voice. Stand outs: "Jesus is Waiting," "Here I Am (Come and Take Me)" and "You Ought To Be With Me." Actually, this whole album is dope. It almost seems like Al wrote this album with one person in mind. Well done, mystery woman. The world thanks you.
I'm actually listening to Jesus Is Waiting right now, and there's a tiny part in the song where there's a guitar solo. It's so simple and basic and last no more 15 seconds (check it out at 1:50), but I'm not gonna lie, it's now one of my favorite guitar solos.
On one final note, I just want to say I probably enjoy soul, funk, R&B, hip hop and all other types of black music mainly 'cause I feel they represent the struggle all minorities go through. We're all just bruthas and sistas trying to make a living, but sometimes the reality of things just bear down on our lives so much that when we express it in our arts, it comes with a fiery and soothing passion and rises above all.
Keep the struggle, passion, and the arts alive. Peace bruthas and sistas!
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