Just Buy The Album For The Cover!
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Without cable television I seek most of my entertainment through blogs and websites. Not to sound like an internet addict, but I easily spend 12 hours a day online. While a good portion of that time is spent on family entertainment sites like 8thstreetlatinas.com and news sites like msnbc.com (I love those damn commies) I also check out music sites like rapradar.com.
Just this morning as I suffered from a hangover and shat out what appeared to be a fetus, I managed to find two cool ass album covers on Rap Radar. The first (pictured above) is the cover from Erykah Badu’s upcoming release (huh-huh…he said “release”). It has a LSD type of look. Kind of makes you want to start a Manson family cult. But what’s most cool is that even as a robot Ms. Badu has a certain je ne sais quoi—“swagger” to you cool kids. And I don’t say this about many robots, but if I was to pork a machine it would definitely be this one.
As for the Gucci Mane album cover for his new mixtape…I’m struggling to find a word that’s a bit more intense than “ghetto.” And I mean that with the utmost appreciation for the designer’s and the Gucci’s talent! Let’s just some it up like this…you know how people say there’s a difference between niggas and black people? Prime example here.
Free Gucci! Just keep him and Waka Floka Flame away from my safe, suburban neighborhood. Them just jokes man! I’m kidding—maybe not.
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
Education Reform: Ballin!
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Just as President Obama was proposing an overhaul of former President Bush’s No Child Left Behind legislation it was announced that rapper/director/amateur comedian Jim Jones would be ballin’, poppin’ champagne and teaching in New York City public schools. I’m serious! Details are still sketchy, but apparently Jimmy will teach music in addition to when and where to say “no homo” and to how to properly smack a kufi off the head of a rival rapper. Check out the video above and an update of his kufi list below.
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
Freaknic: The Musical
Posted by Dewan Gibson | Filed under Arts, Humor
The closest I got to the FreakNic was Cleveland’s Puerto Rican Parade. But from what I hear it buck ass wild. Gold teeth, strippers, college students, fake ass college students that spent half a semester at Bankhead Community College and a whole bunch of frustrated ass old people. In remembrance T-Pain (and one of the Boondocks producers) has created an animated ode. The story revolves around a group of present day college students that are hoping to revive the 1990’s party. It’s not hilarious, but I got an occasional laugh and the music was cool. Plus the voices by Cee-Lo, Rick Ross, George Clinton, Bootsy and quite a few of hip-hop’s most colorful personalities make it watchable. Hold on, what I am talking about? It’s Monday night and I don’t have shit to do. So right now, FreakNic: The Musical is pretty damn entertaining. Part 1 of the first episode is above and part two is below (still waiting on the last part, think it’s ‘pose to last an hour).
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
Enhanced Edition Books
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As I walked through Borders this weekend I began to think “All this shit will soon be obsolete.” Shit meaning the mounds and mounds of printed books.
Earlier that afternoon I stumbled upon a website for Enhanced Editions, a British company that creates a multimedia reading experience. Think of their work as a sort of DVD for books, made especially for the i-Phone. Of course the printed words show on the screen, but you also get an included audio book, special features on video, electronic bookmarks, ability to change fonts, and other cool shit that I can’t recall (shit in a positive way, not as in “mounds and mounds of printed books).
I’m thinking if an Enhanced Edition version of my book was available I could have interviews with some of the “characters”—like the woman who claimed I was the father of her child knowing damn well she was pregnant when we met—I still owe her an ass whooping, an “inside the writer’s studio” that shows the writing process taking place in my junior one bedroom apartment, an audio book that showcases my occasionally reoccurring stuttering problem and a special music video with book inspired lyrics sung by The Great Keith Sweat.
Well maybe on my next book.
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
Chris Rock All Up On Gabourey’s Ass
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Evidently Chris Rock and I agree that there’s nothing like a big woman that’s dressed up and well-moisturized. I’ll never forget BT (short for Big Tisha) from 2005 who came over, undressed on my couch, grabbed a chunk of her left thigh, pulled it to the side to reveal a mean snatch and simply said “Get it.” Shout out to BT and Gabourey Sibide for her performance in Precious. Remember, no matter what they say you don’t need to wear body shaping undergarments. Biiiig-face!
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
Almost Free Book: For Your i-Phone, Kindle or Blackberry
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My book, which for the fifty eleventh time is called The Imperfect Enjoyment, is available as a $0.99 download on Amazon.com. Supposedly it’s a weekend only sale, but I guess everyone says that. Here’s the KINDLE PAGE.
To get it on your i-Phone, PC, Blackberry–blah, blah, blah–simply download the Amazon Kindle app. Obviously if you have the Kindle just…shit, you know what you’re doing. Be sure to browse this site for reviews and excerpts.
Disregard the Harry Belafonte pic below. Somebody told me I favor him so I’m just kind of riding that until the wheels fall off. “Hey bitch my name is Harry.”
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
You Heard Him Here First…DOMINIC
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There are a ton of singers out there. Some talented, some lucky. But there is only one who can claim to be a songwriter/producer/singer/half Italian-half Black/real life gigolo! Huh? Never mind, that’s a inside story that I’m gonna sell to bossip.com once Dominic blows up. Stop snitching man!
Anyway, check out Dominic’s music. He’s worked with Lil’ Wayne, Young Chris and Joe Buddens (yeah I know Budden doesn’t have a “s” at the end, but that was hilarious when Raekwon kept saying “Buddens” when they had beef).
I’ve posted a couple vids of Dominic’s work. He reminds me of a more soulful Jay Sean…or dare I say the legendary Freddie Jackson! Be sure to check out the homey A. Star who’s in the vid below with Dominic. Kind of like “Hall & Oates” but more hip.
You can listen to more of Dominic’s music on MYSPACE.
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
This Might Be Something Long Term If…
Posted by Dewan Gibson | Filed under Arts, Guest Blog, Humor
To break the monotony of the mini blog post I had four of my favorite writers answer a simple relationship-related question: “This Might Be Something Long Term If…” The only rules were that the writers keep it less than 500 words. I also participated and added a music video to each writer’s post that (IMO) represents the tone of their short essay. Anyway, check out each and every post. Mad different styles and perspectives, son! Also be sure to check out their blogs. Here ya go…
This Might Be Something Long Term If:
We met in the parking lot of my apartment complex; the apartment I shared with my fiance. HE was one of three, and one of them belonged to me, my younger brother. His smile shone brightly against all that ebony and caught the sunlight just so. That was it. Nothing more.
Fast-forward 4 years and I’m on his turf and unbeknownst to me I had just flown, literally, right into that 75/85 South Love. I was holding a baby and he was holding my gaze. Without me knowing it, he was checking out my natural mothering tendencies, as I fed my nephew, and blending them with the possibilities lingering around my childbearing hips. The conversation flowed so smoothly I never even noticed the full-body caress his eyes gave me and I clearly missed the fantasies dancing in them as my nephew covered me in mashed sweet potatoes.
A week later, me and time flew on and the wooing commenced. Long distance wooing is a different beast and must be done creatively. Needless to say, he came widdit. First was the friend request on Facebook. Then came love songs via YouTube. Daily. He asked if-when-he could talk to me, weekly.
I kept ducking because, after all, he’s my LITTLE brother’s friend. He let me know he wasn’t smart enough to give up and he wasn’t goin’ anywhere. I should’ve listened. The exact moment where I broke under the pressure isn’t clear to me, I just know one day we were on the phone and it couldn’t have happened without my consent. I tried to keep our conversations of the platonic sort, knowing good and damn well that something about him got me open like mussels in garlic and wine sauce–partially.
I gave an inch and he took a mile, 620 to be exact. My trip originally had nothing to do with him. His apparent desire to see me, my secret desire to see him, and his schedule made it easy for him to scoop me from the airport. I even accepted his invitation to stay in his childfree environment. I reminded him often of my intention not to know him biblically as we ate sushi and made rounds to visit folks on the friends and family plan.
Night fell but my panties didn’t as we prepared for bed, with the imaginary platonic line drawn down the middle. By 6 am, with his voice in my ear (why the hell was this man awake?), I was giving myself quiet dap for making it through the night with my chastity belt still locked in place. After all, I’m a lady (snigger). Again, I missed the moment things changed. I uttered something like “no” unconvincingly and the next thing I knew neither one of us was paying me any attention. Needless to say, the one song he never sent was Lost and Turned Out, and that’s just what I am.
If frequent flyer miles weren’t involved…there could be a love thing goin’ on.
Ndygo Sunshyne is a teacher by day and a writer by breath. She’s a cafe au lait blogger by way of Chocolate City, currently in the throes of chasing her dream and jumping off this writing thing. Check her out at pitchinpennies.blogspot.com and in other publications using her government name.
This Might Be Something Long Term If:
Great question that most of us ask ourselves in the early stage of a new relationship.
I’m currently in a relationship that is going on almost five years. And I can pinpoint the moment that the light bulb went off over my head and I said, “Holy, crash batman, this might be forever”.
Around three years ago, my long distance father found out he was terminal. Princess (short for Pretty, Pretty Princess) and I decided we would make a trip from Ohio to Florida so the two of them could meet. This meant more to me obviously, but nonetheless we had it planned.
As we walked up the driveway and saw this petite figure of a man who was once my stubborn, asshole of a father, I broke down into tears. Despite my goal of not giving my father the opportunity to see my sensitive side…I could not hide it. My poor Princess and I had only been together less than a year, and here he was picking me up to move forward with this meeting.
We spent two days with my father. Princess was dragged all around my father’s home as he told him about the trees and which ones he planted in what year. Princess was bored silly but he did that for me. All the while I was trying to come to terms with what I was dealing with. Essentially, I was saying goodbye to a man I hardly knew, to a man I spent my 20 + years trying to figure out. It was a surreal experience.
Was this the moment I thought Princess was forever? Nope you’d be wrong. About five months later my father passed away. So here we are making another trip to Florida. I won’t go into details but the funeral was the biggest joke of my life.
After the funeral fiasco, we went back to our hotel room. Princess was walking on eggshells as he kept waiting for me to breakdown and cry. To which, I had not. But…I did feel the worst gas pains I’ve ever felt in my life. So I tell him, “I’m gonna go drop a deuce and be back in a few…”
This right here is the moment I knew we would be forever. I went into the hotel bathroom and poohed. Here I am 15 minutes later, and I realize its blue ribbon quality poohing. I flush the toilet and it overflows…I’m laughing hysterically and tell him he needs to call the front desk. He calls, the maintenance guys arrive. They end up having to snake the toilet and get it all cleaned up. They leave….
And Princess looks at me…I’m laughing the entire time and says, “You do realize they think I did that.” We had such a good time after this pooh experience and can even laugh about it now…This is the moment that I knew my Princess was the man for me!
Katie Sessor, raised in Columbus, Ohio and currently living in Kentucky where the word conservative doesn’t begin to describe the people. Likes to take long walks off of short piers, blogs in her spare time for fun, is Master of the Universe by day. Check her out: ghettobilly.wordpress.com
This Might Be Something Long Term If:
First; long term is contextual. Two minutes, two hours, two nights.
It shouldn’t start off sexual, rather built off of the intellectual.
So if she turns it up on the first night, although it may seem right, remember the code; you don’t turn a hoe into a housewife.
Once the foundation is built, it might turn into something long term if all the contradicting love songs start to make sense, one after another.
Immediately excluded from long term are those who make time with my brothers. You can’t smash the homie! You can’t smash the homie!
About that turn of time, if your mouth waters just the same at the sight of her in the morning without makeup and wearing your oversized t-shirt, as it did the night before in the sleek and classy curve fitting fabric — you got me thinking about offering dowry.
If our bodies talk even if our mouths don’t. If our bond is about more than the mere geometrics of puzzle pieces, but also includes quantum physics — and you don’t even need to know what that is. If you can stroke both my ego and the love below with the grace of a dog whispering snake charmer.
If you have the ability to pop that big butt and smile like you belong in a Luke video, and saunter your hips that tell the truth about your Afro Latin roots, bestow that soft kiss with the same lips you … well, you get the idea. If we can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same (Thank you Rudyard Kipling) … it might be something long term.
It might be long term if you let me do me, trust me, but don’t cross me.
If you are still around when you have surpassed the term limit. It just might be long term.
— The Joyce Voice
James Joyce III is a former newspaper reporter who still gets enjoyment from the written word. For most of his seven years as a daily newspaperman he covered education issues among other things. However, unveiled from the daily deadlines and strict adherence to conventional journalistic principals, he aims to manipulate the language for our enjoyment. While juggling his many other projects, Joyce sporadically posts to his blog, The Joyce Voice (www.jamesjoyce3.blogspot.com).
This Might Be Something Long Term If:
Your heart flutters every time he speaks your name. Your throat gets dry and your palms get sweaty every time you dial his number…and you listen to his full voicemail message just to hear the sound of his super fantastic, perfect-in-each-and-every-way voice again *sigh*. You can imagine the pitter-patter of little feet, and just the thought makes you all melty inside, because you just KNOW you are meant to be. He’s perfect for you in each and every way, and you’ve NEVER felt anything like this before. No, honestly, this time you know that you have found “the one”.
*rolls eyes* Yeah, because that intense and overwhelming feeling of infatuation is really going to last forever. But then you take off those rose coloured glasses of yours and realize that Mr./Mrs. Perfect is just like everyone else – human, and therefore flawed. So, since perfection doesn’t actually exist, and since even those married for decades now (despite popular belief to the contrary) were not actually a match made in heaven, what is it that makes some relationships last for the long haul while others simply fade into oblivion at the first sign of disagreement?
You can probably find examples for every characteristic you truly desire and deem important in a relationship in your previous dabblings…great conversation, serious chemistry, shared values, similar achievements, goals, and dreams….and yet even if they had most, or even ALL of these traits sometimes it still just doesn’t kick off. So what is the determining factor, Ruby? Well, since you ask…
It’s simple. You know the relationship you’re beginning with someone is long-term if:
1) You’ve decided you would like to be in a long term relationship, and vice-versa (What? You thought that there was gonna be some magic involved? People get, and stay, together because they decide that they are ready and willing to make a commitment)
2) You’ve decided that you’re willing to compromise many aspects of your lifestyle to incorporate the new suitor into your life, and again they feel likewise. This may be beneficial, or detrimental, in the end, but again refer to point #1
3) And most importantly, you’ve (and they as well) decided that you are in the mood to deal with someone else’s BS, while working on resolving your own in the process, regardless of how difficult because refer back to points #1 and 2
I’m sorry, but that’s all there is to it. Whether you think love at first sight is a real phenomenon, or just some fairy tale BS we’ve been sold by a consumerism society that wants to leech every penny from us by way of over priced lovey-dovey greeting cards, flowers, chocolates and jewelry, you’ve got to admit that there isn’t a single relationship out there that stood the test of time without some serious determination, hard work, serious tests of patience and pride, and soul searching. And nobody is gonna go through all of that unless they are in the emotional and mental position to electively choose to go there with someone.
Cheers
Classic Ruby a.k.a Jessica Christle, is a 25 year old Psychology student from Mississauga, Ontario, Canada. She is working towards her Ph.D in Psychology, but has always had a passion for writing, and has been at it for as long as she can remember. Currently, she hosts her own website which features her short stories, poetry, and digital stories www.25andalive.tk. She has also recently launched her own blog, http://classicruby.blog.com. If you would like to get in contact with Ruby you can email her classicruby@rogers.com.
This Might Be Something Long Term If:
Well, just so you know what you’re getting into—let me tell you a few things about myself.
I live in a one bedroom apartment with a popcorn ceiling. I could have owned a home by now, but my Negro tendencies led me to purchase a sports car instead.
I also have intimacy problems. Obviously I don’t mean problems with Big Thunder, but more so with saying “I love you.” In fact, if a woman says “I love you” I often give vague response like “Fareal!” or “You don’t love me, you just love the way I apologize after selfishly reaching orgasm too quickly.”
And it’s not that I won’t love you. It’s just that I wasn’t raised around such emotion. The only time my dad said “I love you” was after he whooped my ass for talking back. To be exact he whooped me, took a shower to calm down, came out the shower butt ass naked and said “I love you, but you gotta stop talking back all the damn time.” Dad also has Big Thunder.
At this point you’ve probably lost all interest. If not, this might be something long term if you have the following qualities.
Physically, a pretty face and a nice ass are more than sufficient. By “nice ass” I mean a woman with the type of ass that you not dare hit from the back because you know you won’t last but a minute. An ass so damn round it frightens you to approach her—so you run home and search for a similar ass on onionbooty.com. A rump so rotund that you dream of asking her to do freaky shit like use the bathroom with the door open…just so you can see that mammoth heaven-sent blob of flesh engulf that lucky white toilet seat. Basically you gotta have an ass like Prince! (Sorry somebody else typed that sentence about Prince…)
As for the lasting qualities, you have to be focused on the present and future. My skeletons are very comfortable in their plush closet and will remain so provided you don’t fuck it up. A habitual conversation holder is also nice.
You also have to cut me some slack. For example, if I’m ever accused of impregnating an impressionable teen on the dance floor of my local 18 and over nightclub and insisting that she “name the baby De’One, or don’t have it all!” you have to give me a chance to explain.
Or, if I can’t spend much time with you because I’m busy playing Jeffrey Daniel in a Shalamar tribute band, please be supportive.
But most of all you have to believe me when I say “I’m just joking around…no reason to get mad.”
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
Who The Hell Is Interrupting My Kung-Fu! The Best Quotes from “Black Dynamite”
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Believe it or not I rarely watch comedy films. I’m more likely to watch a film that makes me cry inside and yearn for Mommy. But when I do watch a comedy, it SHO NUFF BETTER BE A GOOD ASS FILM! And in this case it definitely was. In fact I watched Black Dynamite four times this week. Check out some of my favorite one liners from the film and of course a trailer. Rent this jawn on DVD now…nigga.
“Shhhh! Mama, you gonna wake up the rest of the bitches.”
“Tiny, get Pimpin’ Jake out my trunk. Tell him the rest of my money by Wednesday or I’ll make ‘em stick himself.”
“Who the hell is interrupting my Kung-Fu!”
“I remember Vietnam like it was yesterday…all the dead Chinamen we left in our tracks.”
“He said something to me in Chinese. Like, “Bubasow!” Sounded like some cartoon shit, but I understand it to be a question that he was asking me.”
“Black Dynamite, uh! You came to see me!” “Bitch naw I gotta go rap at my man Horn. But afterwards since I’m here maybe I’a throw you one real quick.”
“Bullhorn, can I get you anything? Yessss I would like some of that ass.”
“What you want to eat man? Sister Betty made some Hog Maws and man she put her ANKLES in it!”
“Man I mean, these cats look mean. Meaner than two fat muthafuckas wrestling over pork chops and greens. Can you dig it?”
“Stick wit me baby. I’a have you farting through silk.”
“Oh you a corn fed fool with a lotta muscle mass! But it’s time for Bullhorn to get up in that ass!”
“When your so called revolution starts you call me and I’ll be right there in front showing you how it’s done. But until then you need to SHUT THE FUCK UP while grown folks is talking.”
“I think you running a temperature. Let me see if I can find a thermometer for you” (unzips pants and gropes nurse who has her titties hanging out lol).
“Europhia shut the fuck up! I know that was you I ain’t even gotta look! I should send your ass back to Crenshaw P wit his hot ass coat hangers bitch! Would you like that!”
“Hell this been my worst physical year ever” “Fiscal nigga, with a f. Fiscal”
“Man they won’t be able to take a shit without us knowing WHEEEEN and what color.”
“Man you guys ain’t had no waffles like these. These waffles are so good, they like they come from down south. These butterin’ muthafuckas will melt in yo’ mouth!”
“Take your filthy black hands off the presidential dinnerware. You moon cricket!”
“I’m sorry I pimp slapped you into that China cabinet. I used excessive force.”
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
I Ain’t Really the Best Interviewee…
Posted by Dewan Gibson | Filed under Arts, Humor
Check out the pics from a recent book singing in Cincinnati, Ohio. I had not been to Cincy in 20 odd years, but was delighted to see such a fashionable city. Men and women, young and old, LOVE fur. Not just brown fur–white fur, purple fur, raccoon fur, fur and leather, fur made Ashanti’s sideburns. Cincinnati is just a furry ass town. Anyway, I had a great time and felt honored at the hospitality.
Signing a book
I’ve also included an interview from my appearance on The Young Turks last year. I’ll admit…I’m a bit nerdy and it comes off in interviews. Fuck it, what you see is what you get. My id does the writing and a relatively geeky dude does the talking. The internet gangsters came in full force after the interview, lambasting me as Gay Urkel. You can read more about it here. I felt down for a bit, but then I did some yoga and listened to “Party All the Time” by Eddie Murphy and Rick James and felt a lot better. Enjoy the weekend–I’ll soon be back for a post featuring my favorite one-liners from Black Dynamite.
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
Kid Cudi Models for Calvin Klein: I Now Have Hope
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Fellow Clevelander (damn Shaker boy) Kid Cudi is involved in a lot good shit: HBO series, rapping, singing and whimpering, being emo, threatening to retire after his first record, punching fans and now modeling!
Months ago I noted my aspirations to become an internationally known underwear model in the JcPenney catalog. Regrettably the industry was not ready for a thin, octaroon models with kiwi fruit chest hair. But now Cudi and his old man body have opened up new doors. If he can get a shirtless gig for Calvin Klein, surely I can at least get a placement in a Target photoshoot wearing a tank top and Mossimo jeans. We’ll see…
Anyway, check out a full episode of Kid Cudi’s new HBO series, How to Make it in America. He only gets about 30 seconds of screen time in this episode, and uses it to do the Cleveland Shake, but I read that he’ll soon have a larger role. Clelveand stand up! (Damn I feel so hip saying that).
Oh forget the full episode, embedding has been disabled by corporate hacks. Here’s the YOUTUBE LINK.
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
Arthur Kade & The Imperfect Enjoyment
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I’m sure many of you have heard of aspiring actor/writer/A-list baller Arthur Kade, as his Journey as attracted a fair amount of media attention. To make a long story short, Kade quit his lucrative job in finance to pursue superstardom. Along the way he has offended many with his “arrogance” (i.e. rating system for women, third person blogging, proclaiming himself the next coming of insert name of any world famous actor).
Yet, as someone who understands what it’s like to pursue a dream I’m with Brother Kade one hundred percent. To ditch comfort and safety for a dream is simply a fantasy to most, as we allow our youthful enthusiasm for life to be eroded by normal expectations. But Arthur said “fuck it” and hate him or love him he’s doing what many fear.
I’ve been a fan of his blog for a few months and notice how the haters/readers constantly leave negative comments. But hey, at least their reading. Besides anyone who criticizes another person’s dream is probably woefully unhappy as they progress through a 30 year rot in a cave-like cubicle with equally unhappy office mates and constant internet monitoring. That ain’t life!
He’s abrasive and frank, perhaps that’s off putting to some. But if you’ve ever pursued a dream you can help but to respect him. Do your thing Brother Arthur. Check out Arthur Kade’s blog here.
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
Yes, There Are Good People Who Review Humor Books
Posted by Dewan Gibson | Filed under Arts, Humor
Check out two recent reviews of The Imperfect Enjoyment. The first is courtesy of 410media.com, a site featuring independent music and literature. I also did an online reading for them that you should be posted soon. I don’t read aloud very well, and strongly dislike people who read aloud in front of others, but I think it turned out OK. I’ll be sure to put my shameless self-promotion cap on again and let everyone know when the reading is posted.
The second review comes from Listentoleon.net, a humor blog by Leon Scott who used to write for King Magazine. The pic above is from one of his recent posts titled “Get Some Stank On Your Hand” and if you’re reading this blog you’re probably into that type of shit. Be sure to check out his site. You never know? He might have a hookup with one of dimes featured in King Magazine (ex: Rosa Acosta). Anyway, shout out to Leon. And like I told him before: Game recognize game, good hair recognize good hair.
Lastly, if you have seven or eight bucks that it now costs on Amazon, be sure to order my book. I appreciate the numerous people who’ve said “Let me get a copy of your book,” (for free I assume), but I GOTZ to make ends meet. Besides if you saw Will Smith walking down the street you wouldn’t say “Hey man, let me get a copy of your movie.” You’d probably say “Big Will, going to see your movie tonight…can’t wait!” And he’s already rich! Not to say I’m as handsome or talented as The Fresh Prince, but you get my drift.
But thanks a lot for the support. I’m always humbled to hear that people enjoy my work. Well, enough of that sentimental shit. If you want to read more reviews of my work or excerpts CLICK HERE. Peace.
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
Tatted Up! Lloyd Banks
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If I was a member of G-Unit and wrote lyrics like “Slow down punk nigga don’t exceed your speed/Cus I’ll put G’s on your fitted like the Negro leagues/I got connects/I don’t need no weed/I been in LA for a year now, so I don’t see no seeds” I supposed I could have a cool tat like the one below. But I’m not, so instead I’ll occasionally post others who do such as MC, Lloyd Banks. BTW check out his V5 mixtape, one of my favorites of the past year on hiphopdx.com. (NOTE: I’ve featured mass dudes on this blog for the past two weeks or so. I hope to have a new Dewan’s Top Model very soon. But right now, my shit is played out so I’ve had nan submissions).
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
Complex Magazine Mentioned Me?
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Well something like that. I was browsing through Complex Magazine’s website and got to the street detail section, where the editors choose hipsters and hypebeasts to discuss their style. “Flo-Writer,” one of the guys chosen in Oct/Nov, mentioned that the last book he read was The Imperfect Enjoyment by you know, that one skinny looking big head kid. The guy who also writes this blog that a few special people read, the guy who once wrote about luxurious benefits of using the bathroom in Nordstrom’s. Damn man! I’m talking about me! The pic from magazine is below and you can read the Complex piece here. NOW IF COMPLEX WOULD JUST FINALLY REVIEW MY BOOK!!!
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
Dude, Where’s My Camera?
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I was walking into the grocery store when I met this interesting young man named Johannes. Though some would find it a bit strange I struck a conversation and then said “Hey man, fro looks cool. Mind if I get a pic?” I just figured if you have a camera why not take pictures of people besides yourself and inner circle. And no, there was no need to end my question with “no homo” or “exit only.” Geez people!
The pic below is called “Try it This Way” by Morning Breath, who judging by his name is the Ol’ Dirty Bastard of the art world. I saw this print on the website of Juxtapoz magazine, www.juxtapoz.com, and figured it would look cool in my boring, yet comfortable apartment. So I copped it for about $40! (Obviously not an original). Peace.
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
Wu-Tang Clan & Beatles Mashup
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Wu-Tang Clan + Beatles=A mashup/mixtape that gets press in the New York Times. I just listened to it all 23 tracks and interludes and it’s easily one of the top mixtapes of 2009-10. You can listen and/or download at Tea Sea Records and read an interview with the producer here (who happens to be a 28 year old music teach. Man, to be honest I would have definitely paid for this CD if it was out in stores. The magic of free music! Enjoy.
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What’s A Wacka Flacka?
Posted by Dewan Gibson | Filed under Arts, Humor
When it comes to hip-hop newbies I’m more of an Emilio Rojas, Skent Dukes and Fashawn type of guy–you know, dudes that spend hours and hours crafting lyrics. But apparently Wacka Flacka is an up and coming new artist by way of Gucci Mane and OJ Da Juiceman (which has to be the most hilarious rap name ever cus it sounds like he’s selling a product on a late night paid program).
But what’s not so hilarious is that Wacka got shot this week. Thankfully he survived so the least I can do is give him the obligatory post-shooting press usually reserved for more established hip-hop stars.
I checked out his music on Youtube and I must say…I really admire how Wacka is able to squeeze every little drop of rap talent out his body to make a living for himself. And I really mean every little drop. “Shoot a nigga in the strip club and bone a hoe on stage” rap really ain’t for me, but he’s doing his thing so check out the vid below. Better yet, check out the pic above where he looks like a big ass tattooed deer/OJ Da Juiceman’s big uncle. HOLD ON, MY BAD! JUST FOUND OUT WACKA FLACKA’s name is actually Waka Flocka Flame. So this post should should actually be titled “What the fuck is a Wacka Flocka Flame?” (Special emphasis on “fuck” due to the silliness of his name). Peace y’all.
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Jodeci & Wu-Tang=Best Hip-Hop/R&B Collab EVER MAN!
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Before they were passing out on stage, getting cracked out and exposing themselves in front of middle school concertgoers, Jodeci was the shit. I still don’t know what Mr. Dalvin contributed to the group, but who cares, nothing wrong with a silent member. Anyway, put on your black Timbs and black jeans–no shirt needed and start your Friday night w/Jodeci featuring Rae and Ghost. Peace.
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RZA’s Victory or Death + New Mona Lisa
Posted by Dewan Gibson | Filed under Arts, Humor
I’ve mentioned how Rza from Wu-Tang is one of my favorite artists. In addition to having one of the coolest accents/speech impediments in world history the man is arguably hip-hop’s number one producer OF ALL TIME . After branching out to acting he has now entered the arena of fine art. In collaboration with When Art Imitates Life RZA created a remake painting of Emanuel Leutze’s “Washington Crossing the Delaware.” To make a long story short he added Ol’ Dirty Bastard and Gza to the painting and retitled it “Victory or Death.” I hear there are hidden Wu symbols in the painting (Jay-Z/Rihanna conspiracy theorists don’t bring that bullshit over here), but I’m nursing a hangover and don’t have the will to look. Anyway, RZA’s entrance into the fine art world inspired me to create my own piece. Check out my remake of “Mona Lisa” titled “The Wild Gremlin.” It features some strange looking black dude.
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Skent Dukes: Kid Cudi Ain’t The Only Rapper Coming Out of Cleveland!
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In the interest of full disclosure I went to high-school with hip-hop artist Skent Dukes. In fact, shortly after transferring to inner-city John Hay High from the suburban comfort of Cleveland Heights High School, Skent and his 360 degree waves greeted me with a mad-dog look from up to down. For a second I thought we’d have beef, but good hair recognized good hair and we ended up being cool.
Despite the fact that we went to school together I would never-ever, I repeat-never ever, compromise my blogging integrity to promote a friend with lackluster skills. Any artist I post on here is 1)dope 2) hungry and 3) has a certain je ne sais quoi (That’s the old/new term for “swag.” Ever since I saw a dude on Maury call himself Mr. Swaggeriffic I vowed to never use that term again).
So to finally get to the goddamn point check out Skent’s new song “Bank Roll.” I don’t have but two dance moves and I can already tell this is a club banger. In fact, I just listened to it while in the library and ended up doing The Wop in my seat. Fareal, check him out. Here’s the link: http://twiturm.com/nemmr You can find more of his music on Myspace.
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Guest Blogger: Courtney “The Real NeNe” Favors Presents “Tick Tock”
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When I think of “NeNe” the first person that comes to mind is that chick on The Real Housewives of ATL that looks like she could go 12 rounds with Manny Pacquiao (BTW why’s Manny ducking the drug test?). But I recently met Courtney “The Real Nene” Favors who is a model/actress/comedy promoter/novelist/illegal immigrant border runner who hails from San Diego, courtesy of Silver Springs, Maryland. Check out her short story titled “Tick-Tock.” It’s like foreplay on a computer screen! BTW since there’s always one reader who doesn’t get my sarcasm, Courtney does not actually sneak illegal immigrants across the border, though I am down to do it for the right price. Enjoy!
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Incredible chemistry, dinner with friends, complete with wine and great conversation. A room full of laughter instantly became a room full of extreme sexual attraction. TICK TOCK. The clock is ticking away and the time is vanishing into the night. One by one and two by two our friends slowly disappear as they tell us goodnight. I become a little nervous because I have never been alone with you before. It wasn’t until tonight that it became evident that I wanted you. Your eyes tell me the feeling is mutual.
TICK TOCK. It’s getting late and I am contemplating extending you an invite to stay once everyone have gone on their journeys home. I feel my palms sweating and my fingers fidgeting as I debate with myself; I question if this is at all a “good idea”. Just two people remain. The delay of your exit was a sign that you weren’t ready to end your night in my company, so I take a shot of Patron to boost my confidence and ask you to stay. Elated, you accept my invitation.
TICK TOCK. The anticipation is over; the last guest has left my home. Without any words our bodies gravitate towards each other as if there is an incredible magnetic force between us. Our clothes fall to the floor and my body becomes overwhelmed with wet kisses from your tender lips. Your 6′5″ 290 lbs frame presses against my 5′3″ 200 lbs frame and you quickly pick me up towards the ceiling. My legs wrap around your neck as you continuously penetrated me with your tongue.
TICK TOCK. Time flies when you’re having fun. From the living room, to my hallway and finally my master bedroom, four play is an UNDERSTATEMENT for what was taking place in my cozy penthouse apartment. Overlooking the beautifully lit city from my uncovered windows, I can feel an explosion from within. FINALLY, the time we both have been waiting for approaches…..
TICK TOCK. I am about to lose my mind. Rain starts pouring down on my window seal, matching my racing heartbeat, as I anxiously await the penetration of your member. At the corner of my eye I can see you frantically search for a “rubber”. The disappointment in your eyes tell me that you have no protection in your possession, yet, you move slowly towards me and whisper, “Who needs condoms? I wanna feel you….”
TICK TOCK. Time grew still. “Who needs them? WE need them…” I snap out of my erotic hypnosis, grab my clothes and escort you to the door. “It’s time for you to go…”
(We all have found ourselves in a situation where a condom wasn’t present. We all handle the situation differently. An absent condom can be considered a gun in a game of Russian roulette. One shot can kill you. AIDS in REAL…..WRAP IT UP)
Either this is a woman with a strong back or a man with a round ass, but thought it fit the story. (courtesy of 3kix.com)
The New Karate Kid: Lil’ Will Smith aka The Next Bruce Leroy
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This is what I like to see, generational wealth in the black community. I’m not talking about passing down rims or whips, but an actual opportunity to establish a lucrative career. Not to say Jaden Smith isn’t talented, but having Hollywood’s #1 leading man with the filthy rich man’s laugh–Will Smith–certainly doesn’t hurt his chances at stardom. Although he’ll probably end up snatching my dream role as Bruce Leroy in The Last Dragon remake, I’m still excited to see how Lil Will’s career turns out. Check out Jaden Smith in the new Karate Kid…but remember, touch his braids and that’s your ass!
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Redbox Recommendation: Revolutionary Road
Posted by Dewan Gibson | Filed under Arts
If you’re broke like me you probably frequent Redbox, the DVD vending machine that charges only one dollar per day for a movie rental. It’s great for catching up on films you wouldn’t dare pay movie admission for and for the oldies (Coming to America!) that they occasionally stock. What’s best about Redbox is that they stock neighborhood appropriate films. So if you leave in the hood you might have the option of renting Master P’s classic Bout It or any other straight to DVD film that you had no idea existed.
Unfortunately or fortunately, my neighborhood is comprised derelicts and druggies, university students, a brotha who works for UPS and tends to just sit in his truck and chill at around 4pm everyday and old white people who made the mistake of not buying property and are therefore stuck in subpar apartments. As a result I tend to get a good Redbox mix of Spanish language soft porn, numerous Cuba Gooding Jr. movies and of course the big box office films.
I recently rented Revolutionary Road starring Leonardo Dicaprio and Kate Winslet. Well let me be completely honest. I saw this film in the theater and rented it again months ago. I thought I returned, until Redbox deducted $20 from credit card for not bringing it back. I called Redbox and they refunded the $20, as I was sure the film was returned. Not too long ago I found the film in my apartment. I guess I should return it, oh nevermind…
Anyway, what I got from the film was “fear.” Fear of pursuing your dreams, fear of finally coming to the acceptance that you’ll end up average and middle class like most people in the US and fear of boredom with your partner. If you are the person who has not accomplished what you wanted to due to fear (stop being a lil bitch!) this movie will really shake you up. Also, if you are tired of your banal job and know you can do much more, watch Revolutionary Road for the scary inspiration.
I won’t give the entire film away, but Leo and Kate are a young married couple living in 1960’s suburbia. Winslet plays a failed actress turned housewife and mother, while Dicaprio is an unhappy 8am-5pm working man. They make plans to move to France, but fear and a conflict arises. The best scenes are when Leo gets down with some young intern and comes home to see a family that really loves him, when Kate goes crazy, when Kate goes crazy again and bangs this big oaf of a man, and when Kate goes crazy one last time and performs at home surgery.
Speaking of Kate Winslet, damn man she was an on-screen nymphomaniac last year. I saw two of her films and she was setting it out. Guess you do what you have to do for an Oscar.
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Nas Pays 51k a Month in Child Support! That’s Some Expensive Milkshake
Posted by Dewan Gibson | Filed under Arts, Humor
Besides an earlier post about Cher’s daughter getting a sex change to look like John Goodman from Roseanne that became my most viewed post ever, I don’t really get too involved in celebrity gossip. I understand that there are readers who salivate over that stuff, but I view the genre as over-saturated and in a way, feminine (mind you, this is coming for a guy who wears skinny jeans five days a week and told his girlfriend he’s going to get his “skin done once I stack my paper”).
But the news that broke about Nas having to pay Kelis $51,000 A MONTH in child support for their newborn son struck a nerve. Obviously there’s not a child in this world that costs 51k a month to raise, but let’s think about that number again. Fifty-one thousand dollars!
During my best working YEAR ever I brought home around 50k after taxes. This enabled me to sport a white Miami Vice blazer to the club every weekend (yes I literally mean every weekend), buy a poor man’s Porsche aka a Chrysler Crossfire, take an assortment of whores and classy women out on the town (sorry I meant to say sexually liberated females–damn double standard), spend money on stupid shit like a classic Prince album cover, give a $10 tip for a post-massage happy ending in Tijuana, take a trip to Denmark to see a whooty I met online, eat at fancy restaurants with short menus and gay waiters, actually buy candy at the movie theater, purchase the softest Charmin toilet tissue that makes you look forward to wiping your ass and FINALLY buy supposed “hot stocks” and lose all my money during last year’s market crash.
I understand that Kelis is saying her ability to work is compromised since she has to raise a child “alone.” But shit, she’s a singer. I don’t know…maybe write a song about that little negro who’s earning you 51k a month. I know women that are raising TWO bebe kids (remember that movie lol-shout to Robin Harris) with little to no help and are still able to hold down a job and make a little money to drink away their sorrows in shady bars on the weekends.
Well, whatever. I guess it’s none of my business anyway, but what would you do with 51k a month? Damn…I hope Tiger’s wife is paying attention.
BTW that’s a picture of Lil’ Scrappy above, aka Nas’ twin. You can find the real Nas in the “Hate Me Now” video. Escobar season has returned!
Dewan W. Gibson: Author of The Imperfect Enjoyment
