Let me first extend a heartfelt apology to my loyal readers (all three of you) for being a lazy ass and refusing to update. Better? Good. Okay, this rant may be a little rough cuz I honestly haven't written in a while, nor have I made a concerted effort to think of anything of substance. So, I guess this rant'll be dedicated to that difficult period in life that is responsible for so much confusion and pointless meandering between bad decisions, "The Terrible Twenties." That's right folks, not the terrible twos, for at least two-year-olds are still in a relatively infantile stage and expected to be just that, infantile. We're talkin the terrible twenties, that ambiguous, amorphous expanse between the teens and the thirties where the point of your existence is completely lost on you and you're expected to be some sort of developing adult. Talk about difficult, you high schoolers don't know the half. I'm currently firmly entrenched in that abyssmal state of twentyhood, having just turned 24 on October 11 and I can honestly say it has never been quite this bad. Sure, I've been broker than humpty, depressed, friendless, in unimaginabe amounts of pain, but at least there was a reference point for all of that. Now, I'm at the age where I'm expected to start making contributions, decisions, big ones with significance and I can't even complete school in a timely manner. What's worse is the fact that I actually care, I wanna make a difference *meaningful expression on face accompanied by a firm sweeping fist*, but there are too many impediments, boulders in the road. This transition period is a mutha. However, I have a plan and I shall execute if it kills me cuz being a thirty-year-old living with my momma with no prospects or worthy endeavors is a no go. I just wish there was a guidebook for this shitty period I shall refer to as the terrible twenties until that oasis of thirtyhood is reached. out.
Time for a recommendation from Chicago's finest, moi. Despite the fact that my tirelessly bourgeois friend Solomon--that's right I'm naming names--claims that I have bad taste in R&B, my subject shall be a practioner of said genre. Some may say he's more soul than R&B, but it doesn't matter, regardless of the label dude is ill. His name, Donnie. The album, The Colored Section. It promises to be excellent, I've heard about a third to one half of it and I haven't disliked a song yet. He resides in Atlanta and used to perform at yin yang a lot when I lived there. Was dope then, still dope now. You can find info on our dear Donnie here. And for those of you who have seen or plan on seeing Brown Sugar pay attention to one of the house party/gathering scenes, Donnie's playing in the background. Now get out and support a brotha, the album should be out November 5th if it's not pushed back again.