To start off by using any superlatives about a Prince concert would be painfully obvious, so I aint gonna. The show last night….er…this morning at The Tabernacle was an off the chain party. (The show started at 11:59) The Tabernacle, once a turn of the century big ol Baptist church is one of my favorite venues here.

When we got there at 10:30, the line was half circling the block, and I was cold as shit in a short sleeve shirt. The line moved really quick; though, so we were in the Tabernacle in no time. I was hungry (us usual) and we looked around for some munchies…to no avail. Marc chimed in and said Eastern Europeans call beer “liquid bread”…so…we all ordered lots of liquid bread.

This gorgeous, tall beauty DJ Rasheed, the girl from the Black Sweat video, spun some great tunes (some of them Prince hits) to get the crowd going. She brought a bunch of people on stage to dance. Two girls were having a “shake your junk” contest up there to see who could get their rump closest to the floor, and one fell on her ass. I felt embarrassed for her, but she got up and kept dancing.

This was actually supposed to be a Tamar concert, but Prince was all over the place. Prince and Tamar, at various times took center stage. Prince did an amazing cover of “When a Man Loves a Woman”. One of the gimmicks for this tour is for Prince to ask for a white boy to get up on stage and sing “Play That Funky Music”. The guy was actually pretty good.

Prince did play his song “Party Man”, asking Tamar and the twins dancing with her to exit the stage. When he said to them “Y’all are too young…you don’t understand. This is between me and the ATL”, the crowd went nucking futs. Prince played here a lot when he was starting out on the club circuit and has a long legacy of partying here.

We skipped the after-party at Eleven50. Getting too old for staying out all night and crawling home at daybreak, passing by upstanding citizens on their way to work.

******Outkast "The Way You Move"

Apparently in the 50's and 60's, Southeast Asia, China and India were plastered with public service posters such as these that attempted to instruct, warn, and freak the fuck out of citizens.

My buds at Accoutrements, the wholesale division of Archee McFee, have been sending me a bunch of images that they are thinking of developing into product. Those guys are wack.

Some of them are hilarious...and like...I sorta get the intended message in the left image from an Indian PS poster from the 50's, but why the fuck is the girl sticking the pencil in her nose? I'll post some more later. Some of them are just bizarre.

*****Barry White "Don't Play Games"

Ok, now this is just way cool. I ran across this today.

http://www.turnyourhead.com/index.php

They create a personalized wooden dowel, turned on a lathe, that matches your profile.

This from the company...

"At Turn Your Head, we fill the space between two opposing profiles of your face. By spinning that space into a three dimensional “visage” that follows the outlined silhouettes of your two profiles, we create the "Pirolette".

Place the “Pirolette” to your face and it will match your profile. Locate it near a wall and the shadow of the "Pirolette” will be your silhouette.

Your profile captured forever in an object of art. An optical illusion of shadow and light, each one unique because it’s you!

The “Pirolette” is hand crafted from American Black Walnut, Cherry or Maple and is hand polished to a natural luster."

*****Sly and the Family Stone "Thank You Falletin Me Be Mice Elf Again"

File under: Chefs Who Can Dish It Out But Can't Take It

Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya, asshole.

(This seeming non-story from today got my mind reeling at second glance.)

Where does humour end and bigotry begin?

Why can black people call themselves and each other nigger, but white people can't?
Why can gay people call themselves and each other queer, but straight people can't?

By taking ownership of the negative slang, humans have learned to take possession of it and negate the hurtful power of it.

OK, that's cool...but........ The fact that these words originated in the first place; however, is a testiment to the fear and ignorance vulnerable humans allow themselves to be trapped in. Evil manifests itself every fuckin day. Intolerance and bigotry kills countless humans every day, be it systematically or in an instant. Are we really evolving as humans???? Are we really fucking smarter and more civilized than we were 10,000 years ago???

We still torture and kill criminals instead of attempting to rehabilitate them, we still murder in the name of our "gods", we still slaughter yet-to-be-born human beings because they are not "convenient" or "desirable", we still misstrust and kill other humans because of the color of their skin or their spirituality or who they love.

As my grandma used to say.."We are going to hell in a handbasket if we don't change our ways"

Can we have a "Let's Just Not Hate Or Kill Anybody" Day, followed by a "Let's Laugh At Ourselves And Everybody Else" Day. Now wouldn't that be fun? I'll bring the potato salad. Siddhartha, where art thou????

Peace, T

******Nobody but Billie Holiday can serenade me tonight. Sing it girl.

I just have always loved that word for some reason and I wanted to type it. Yall know by now that I obsess over shit. The word just looks cool and sounds like a 3 syllable poem all by itself. Thanks, PP.

*******Bjork "Big Time Sensuality"