The Buffoons have taken over.
I have been saying that for the last six months. Unfortunately, this information is so true. In the immortal words of KRS-One , "Now tell me what the f--- am I supposed to do?!" Also, this entry is dedicated to my director, KB. She finally had a chance to let me watch Madea's High School Reunion. It is a play directed, produced and written by a Tyler Perry (notice no links... i ain't tryin' to hear it... I am straight hatin' today -- so take a swig of my haterade). Tyler Perry wrote a series of plays based on a character named Madea. It started with "The Diary of a Mad Black Woman." The story behind this cat is he wrote the play and shopped it around and no one gave him love. So he videotaped it and passed it around through various churches around the country. Soon, everyone wanted to see the play and a demand grew. Now, he is a self made millionaire. My director has been wanting me to watch this play for a couple of months now.
We watched it on Sunday. Straight Buffoonery! Now the singing was great (duh, its one of those chitlin circuit plays as my man Akoye Sankofa calls them), but the plot and most of the acting was wack! I mean, they had this older cat dressed like a sambo-esque character and act stupid everytime something that had to do with church came on. He danced and hollered every chance he got. The plot was really stupid. I mean i know there was a message behind the thing, but get to the point! it was supposed to be her High School reunion but they did not get to that until half way through the play. Then they tossed that aside by saying everyone was dead. The scenes were really dragged out. I could not believe folks paid to see this. I was thoroughly disgusted. Man, i thought the Ying Yang twins (who should be the poster boys for birth control) were bad. But you know what it reminds me of? Mantam! Spike Lee is so prophetic when he wants to be.
A big bulletproof shout out to my man Style Allah (who hates when i big him up). He wants me to tell you all a story that has to do with my training (although brief) of an arnisador. I will try to scrounge one up. But i do have a funny story to tell about him.
When Style writes his folks in the Phillipines or here in the states, he writes Style Allah on the envelope and then places the recepient's address on it. After 9/11, the FBI paid a nice visit to his father in New Jersey to question him. His father, an old school cat was pissed.
His Dad: Style! was wron wit' you! (In a strong filipino accent)
His Dad: FBI come to me house!
Style: What for ? ANd why you yelling at me?
His Dad: you know why, muddifuka!
Style: Dad, i don't do anything. Why would they come to your house?
His Dad: You! YOu! YOu!
Style: dad, calm down.
His Dad: No, you friky calm down! The FBI!
Style: Dad, relax.
His Dad: What I tell you about Allah? you wrote Allah on letter! Allah! You did!
And this is how the story goes....
Big up to the POEMCEES (i love you guys...) they will be opening up for Brand Nubian on August 18th in Baltimore. How cool is that? check the site for Black Picasso's visit to the Slam Nationals in St. Louis this year.
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But thanks.. you all have been supportive.