Crush Alot Catalogue Pt. 3 – The Generation Nexters (The Too Youngs) *Women’s History Month Edition*

The batch that is concluding this trilogy of lust and appreciation to close out Women’s History Month is technically apart of my generation – tho it’s hard for me to look at them as that.

I refer to them as the Too Youngs because of my little sisters and nieces and all the people who I’ve encountered in my lifetime that are 4 years younger than me or more. Anyone born into the 90’s is certainly a different breed, and these members of the last tier of my decade are getting the side-eye for calling themselves “80’s Babies”. Due to this technicality, I’ve always carried a self-instilled restraint and stayed away from the blossoming babies that I’ve recently been seeing as bangin’ within the last 5 years. I made an exception once. ONCE.

But as I get older, I see I’m not gonna be able to hold on to this kind of thinking too much longer. As the chics in my immediate peer group become plump mothers, bag ladies and Sex & The City – esque spinsters with football numbers, the well can run dry pretty soon. And since these newbies are taking over the screen and airwaves by storm, how can I help but to look?? True enough, I don’t think I’ll be wifing up any 23 year olds (again), but for the sake of admiring, I have to say that this class is the Baddest group out of this whole Crush Alot Catalogue trilogy!

Exhibit A,

Katerina Graham

So I’ve been watching this show called The Vampire Diaries on Television. I know, I know. Don’t ask me how I got started and sucked into that one, but here Iam, and everytime this chic pops on the screen, she lights it up. Her model looks and sparkly eyes are youthful but with a devious quality. To hear her speak adds to both of those descriptions. I recently saw her speaking about being 17 on MTV and when I heard the year in which she was actually 17, I instantly felt like an old head. Case in point, my admiring is limited to every thursday night watching her cast spells on the CW.

Meaghan Rath

Continuing my new-found girl-like interest in television dramas involving supernatural characters, I have also found myself watching the U.S. adaptation of the BBC‘s Being Human. I think I have a thing for the ghost!! Yeah she might float around wearing the same clothes in every episode, but a quick search of this Canadian beauty and you’ll see the light. I have. But what I really like most are her facial expressions and the exoticness that she brings to the screen.

Teairra Mari

Here’s someone that we might all know. And my boy Redhead will appreciate this. This young lady burst on the scene and made waves, that turned into ripples and then nada…But as probably one of the most resilient former starlets, she resurfaced a couple years back at the height of the Myspace boom and has built a strong buzz and following by collaborating with some of the hottest acts and creating a genuine fan base. She’s almost everywhere with a new song continuously and with pictures galore. One particular Twitpic got her some flack, but a whole crop of new Believers – including me! This girl kept the baby face, shed the baby weight, and got a grown ass woman’s frame. She is hands down one of the baddest chics out there!

Yet my favorite has made a soft spot in my heart since I was young. This kid always caught my eye because when I was in elementary school, I had a thing for lite-brites with curly hair. Especially ones with rare features like freckles and reddish hues. It was rare to see in New York City as a kid in the hood, and when I went to camp one summer, I shared a little thing with this one chickie who had that kind of look. So naturally, when I saw this young lady pop up with all of her siblings on a short-lived ABC family sitcom, I was taken.

But if somebody would’ve told me that Jurnee Smollett was going to grow up to be this beautiful, I would’ve found a way…

I’ve only seen her on screen in significant intervals. After her ill-fated family show, it was Eve’s Bayou with my other crush, Meagan Good. Then it was on Cosby. It was quiet until Roll Bounce, where I recognized her on the spot and was glad that she was working again. All of this was just an honest feeling, even when she appeared in the Great Debaters. It wasn’t until I saw some recent photos of her in the last 2 years as a full grown woman, that I took notice in other ways.

Ironically, in these pictures, she looks eerily like my ex, who happens to be the one ex who I made the exception for and is the exact same age. Maybe that explains alot…

From her skin to the pronunciation of her cheek bones and lips and the way she wears her hair, Jurnee is the Truth! Simply grogeous in a way that’s both classic and new-wave, I’m still proud of her, but now this is one married chic that I covet. I would break that cardinal rule and my own rule against young’ns for her. A Jurnee worth Taking!

With that, I bring this month to close by saying,

Jurnee Smollett,


and all these other similac kids,


My New Crush!

Crush Alot Catalogue Pt. 2 – The Baby Boomers (The Classics) *Women’s History Month Edition*

For part 2 of this special Women’s History Month edition of Crush Alot, we’re gonna move in retrograde.

Consider yesterday’s part 1 to be the meat and this and the last part to be something akin to the bread in this salacious sandwich. I can tell you now that this post will therefore be significantly shorter, but intentionally more sexual.

These women are what I consider to be the GodMothers of what we’ve come to define as Black female sexuality. After decades of being denied spotlight liberties or media attention, and then ultimately being relegated to homely type roles, the late 60’s brought us the first African-American pin-up girls. The revolution exploded as the trickle down of the feminist movement caught on and fashion trends and counterculture prevailed in uniting young folk across racial barriers. These Baby Boomers laid the foundation for all modern ideas of Beautiful Black Women in the limelight, both negatively and positively, for better or for worse. You know these ladies…Women between the late 60’s and early 80’s like Pam Grier whose silhouettes have become iconic. But here are some of my personal favorites;

Nichelle Nichols

You know her as Lieutenant Uhura from the Original Star Trek series. Or maybe just as the Black chic on the Starship Enterprise that Zoe Saldana took up the mantle from. What’s really important here is that Nichols is a television pioneer. Her presence alone broke so much ground in the fact that she was a commanding officer and the only female officer with face time as well as the only female cast member. Tho throughout the show’s massive span, her sexuality was played up in episodic situations, the fact that this was not her primary function or association is amazing considering the exploitation going on at the time.

Make no mistake, in her previous life as a young actress from Illinois making her way up, she served her time as a sex kitten…Or rather a Bunny, catching the attention of Hugh Hefner. Even age has been kind to Nichelle. You ever seen an older lady who you can easily see how they were the shit back in the day?? Yeah, well ms. Nichols still has it, and she rocks gray like nobody else.

Freda Payne 

You would swear she had a contract with Jet magazine the way she appeared on the cover at least once a season, but there she was, often bikini clad and talking about the latest move she was making. On the flip side, My number 1 only appeared on the cover of Jet solo once. Thankfully, it was in a bikini as well. As quite possibly the best Black sitcom sibling ever, Thelma brought a real girl feel to the small screen. Watching re-runs of Good Times, It felt like ms. Bern Nadette Stanis could act, but also like she was one of our cousins or sisters from our own homes. She was just the right mix of ambitious, intelligent and level-headed that would make us proud of our sister, whiny – that would make us hate our sister, and good-looking in those tight pants enough to make us wish she wasn’t our sister. Luckily for us, we were not J.J.

Now on the less wholesome side, 

The infamous Jayne Kennedy embodied the ideal of the Black female sex symbol. She made her career as a pretty face…That is until her body took center stage as well. Starting out in pageantry and then contract endorsements for The NFL and soft drinks, Kennedy became more known for being the first Black woman ever on the cover of Playboy magazine and then later for the scandalous home video that came to be regarded as the mother of celebrity sex tapes. The video, allegedly released by her then-husband, featured Kennedy going H.A.M. porn-star style in what may be the realest tape ever exposed to the public.

The lady was a beast in the bed from the little that I saw. If anybody has access to that classic footage, holler at me!

Speaking of scandalous Boomers, I think you all should take another look at young Vanessa L. Williams and see just why that Ms. America crown got snatched back from her. Click the picture to see what I mean…

As you can see, I clearly wasn’t highlighting the Ruby Dee‘s or legendary women who make you think WIFE! at first thought. With the exception of ms. Bern Nadette Stanis, these women oozed sensuality and made headway by first being vixens. Thus, these are the women who I’d be trying my damnest to smash if I was this age in their time!

With that in mind, ladies,

if I could build a time machine


(would be)

My New Crush!!

Crush Alot Catalogue Pt. 1 – The Generation Xers (The Old Flames) *Women’s History Month Edition*

Since I brought up Toni, it makes sense to start off this portion of my 3-part Crush Alot post for the final 3 days of Women’s History Month with my fellow Libra.

This is the part dedicated to my in-between crushes…Those Generation Xers who were all the rage in the early 90’s and whom I’ve been holding a candle for since puberty. My love and lust for them may have waned a little over the years, and while they appear here collectively because they may not be individually Crush Alot worthy to me, I still recognize them as Bad.

So let’s get to Ms. Braxton

See that??

Yeah, ever since she chose to sex it up in attempt to fend off those nasty lesbian rumors after her debut (which nowadays would be more of a compliment than a career killer),  it’s almost as tho she got stuck on that mode. I knew she was too damn grown when she started parading around in white catsuits with weaves, but my eyes, and those of men across the world weren’t going to stop looking. I think it evidently damaged her career a little from the path that it was going. Although her biggest hit, “Unbreak My Heart” spawned from that second album and was a crossover smash, her first album was a pop, R&B and jazz smash! She was placed in a different echelon from her 90’s contemporaries from that point, with an ultimate launchpad from Babyface. It survived thru her change and the second album, but her decision to deliberately chase the more hardcore R&B wave and keep up with the young it girls threw her into a place where she’s been living off of her former reputation.

What I see, and what we all can see when we look at her tho, is one bad chic who is naturally a mix of ghetto and classy. Her classy aura outweighs everything else. Mostly because she’s so soft spoken yet direct. She’s one of those 40 and overs who looks better than alot of the 20-somethings. Some may say that’s due to her fair share of nipping and tucking, but if you look at her sisters, it’s clear to see what she could’ve looked like if she wasn’t thee Toni Braxton. And this may be the result of the fact that yeah, she has the money to maintain her looks, or simply because she just cares more than them. Or it could be the fact that she’s a Libra (Yeaaahhh!!) and Libra’s are known for being fashionable and not sticking with one look for too long, especially the women. All I know is that it’s rare that the oldest sister out of a clan of siblings winds up looking the best. 

For a chic with financial woes and health concerns, Toni sure still looks like a million bucks!

Next up is Salli Richardson-Whitfield 

Some of you may only know her by face and that’s understandable. Tho she’s a Black Hollywood veteran, her resume is not the most extensive. You can catch her this month in the critically acclaimed indie film I Will Follow, her first starring role, but the reason she’s here, is because she still looks great! From her face, to her skin, to her shape, she is damn near flawless for a woman her age. Straight from the Black man stereotype of lightskinned with long hair, I thought she was the perfect woman when I saw her in Mario Van Peebles Black western flick Posse. The nude scene didn’t hurt either. 

Kellita Smith 

We can’t mention one C/D lister without mentioning another. With mostly roles limited to the small screen, Kellita’s presence has definitely been felt. She is a chocolate dream that you may see pop up periodically on the cover or within the pages of a Black men’s magazine doing suggestive poses (something common of most African-American “actresses”). She straddles the line between motherly and that other, less-refined quality that fellow Gen Xers like LisaRaye and Tamala Jones possess. Yet, and maybe because of that, no matter what she does she always exudes a sexual energy. At the risk of making her sound slutty, she just looks like a good time! And with that, I’m off to watch some Bernie Mac Show re-runs…

Now, my last 2 are ladies that I’ve always loved and actually may be solo Crush Alot features. But for the sake of keeping with the theme, let’s include them now.

Holly Robinson 

Do you remember 21 Jumpstreet? Good. Then that means you’re not that much younger than me. If not, look it up. I was too young to have a crush on mrs. Robinson-Peete back then, but she will always be Holly Robinson to me, and by the time the God-Awful Hangin’ With Mr. Cooper debuted, I remembered her and have been smitten with her since. She just seems so damn cool. Obviously me and the boy John Mayer share similar taste. For a guy who says he’s never really been moved to date a Black woman, but finds himself attracted to Holly of all women to choose says alot. I caught her on The Celebrity Apprentice when she was on it and realized how toned and well-kept she is. Her smile is her defining feature and it retains that youthful quality that she broke out on the scene with. You can tell she cares about her appearance – maybe not so much in the same way or for the same reasons as Toni Braxton – but maybe more for health concerns. Being an athlete’s wife helps. But why do they usually end up being in waaaay better shape than their husbands? Word to my other Gen X crushes Pilar Sanders and Lisa Wu Hartwell.

And speaking of Athletes…

Here’s a blast from my past!

I was absolutely in Love with this woman when I was an adolescent. I wouldn’t believe when everyone was telling me she was an adult, because her gymnast stature and girlish face made her look my age at the time. I watched the Olympics faithfully for her. It was a pure innocent crush. But as I got older and went to school with real life track girls and gym chics, I now know that they have and keep the best bodies on the planet! And ms. Dawes is no exception. Couple that with that same face and a ridiculous smile and I still feel the same way as  I did at 12 years old. This is just one genuinely gorgeous woman. 

Having that said,

You, Dominique Dawes,

And all the MILFs pictured above,

Are My New Crush!!

New Meagan Good produced film “Video Girl” & New Toni Braxton Reality series

I want to Love Black people, but ya’ll make it soo hard…

Nevertheless, it is Women’s History Month, and since these projects are coming up soon from 2 of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, why not?

First is a film brought to you by Meagan Good(e?)’s production company entitled Video Girl. Some believe it’s semi-auto-biographical. Whatever the case, it definitely is telling. It stars Meagan herself, as well as her sister and a thousand cameos.

Next up is yet another reality show to make Black folk cringe. The Braxtons certainly come off as a bunch of ghetto southern chics, so the only distinguishable factor separating this show from The Real Housewives of Atlanta will be that they are all related. The family dynamic makes it much more interesting and sensible, but the sisters easily make Toni look like the classiest Braxton. Next to them – especially her loud sister Tamar(remember this shot?), she looks like the first lady. Enjoy…

The positive that can be taken from both of these projects is that both women have put their careers into their own hands and given them a second wind. And while nothing here is exactly groundbreaking or uplifting, they have stepped up to the production plate. I know at least 3 young women who are going to be at a women in film seminar tonight, so in celebration of them and other women making moves in showbiz, Cheers!

(13) Classic Sounds…


Somewhere I got it horribly wrong. I reviewed Salt N Pepa‘s classic album Very Necessary in January. It’s officially Women’s History Month, and somehow I’m reviewing the most misogynistic and exaggerated piece of crap in the history of classic Hip-Hop.

Nevertheless, a classic album it is. And it’s undeniably Hip-Hop. So we rate it and review it, because that’s what we do here.

This album is super significant because of its place in the N.W.A. timeline. It marks the solidification and full bloom of the group as an indelible and influential force in Hip-Hop, but it also marks their demise. As their second full length studio album, following the EP 100 Miles And Runnin’, the group already suffered internal setbacks and aimed at reforming themselves and affirming their position. While it didn’t produce as many memorable individual songs and singles as their first album, this is where they step up musically and lyrically. Dr Dre‘s production here introduced us to what would become his signature sound and define west-coast hip-hop and g-funk. The bombastic kicks and rich drum patterns and bass lines mixed with clever 70’s funk samples and dj scratches make gangsta rap wet dreams.

My first time hearing this album was in 2006 when I ran thru my brother’s stash of cassettes and figured I ‘d see what it sounded like since I’d already heard Straight Outta Compton. It couldn’t have happened at a better time in my opinion because I felt better equipped to understand the evil genius of Eric Eazy E Wright after being exposed to such controversy-mongers as the 50 Cent‘s of my generation. Everything down to the title of this album is a reflection of Eazy’s strategy and a study in pushing the envelope.

As most of us with knowledge within the Hip-Hop world have come to discover after all this time, none of the members of N.W.A. have any significant documented criminal history and their backgrounds are actually quite tame in comparison to the lure surrounding their rap personas. That makes it all the more interesting how Eazy manipulated this wave of California streetlife- based rap and took it to crazy proportions. Back in the early 90’s, you would’ve sworn N.W.A. was a gang.

The affirmation begins with “Prelude” where the group decidedly approaches from the rap group angle, ironically taking shots at lesser groups who fall off and fail to show staying power.  From there, it becomes all about them being simply “Niggas”.

Hearing this album in later years for the first time also has the effect of holding more weight musically due to the ability to point out how much of it has been sampled by more recent rap songs, and by the same token how much of it actually consists of samples. Dj Yella incorporates cuts from famous comedy albums from the Soul era as well as pivotal spoken word excerpts from the likes of The last Poets. All of the incendiary vocal snippets add to the fervor of the songs and the underlying theme of anarchist niggerhood. Coupled with Dre’s dissecting of notorious parts of classic funk jams and splicing them together in menacing arrangements, the production is perhaps the most clever part of this album.

Yet and still, it suffers from 2 things that I absolutely hate in sequencing. It’s clear that with bringing in the 90’s, the group fully embraced the rising trend of incorporating skits, which makes the album longer and more reckless. The skits, full of moments of extreme sociopathic humor and hyperbole including shooting prostitutes and cameramen, serve to contrast the otherwise dark sonicbed that the songs provide. However, this ridiculous comedic element adds to the overall tragic reality that this album takes no responsibility for. The other horrible move in the track listing is the bunching of all of the songs dealing with female-related subject matter. Between the “To Kill A Hooker” skit to Eazy E’s obnoxious solo “I’d Rather Fuck You”, there’s 4 other tracks that do more damage to the depiction of women in rap than Hip-Hop has done in the last 15 years collectively. To hear these songs back to back is like hearing all of those Mel Gibson recorded phone arguments with his ex-wife.

Unfortunately, besides the silly parody song “Automobile”, (that laid the groundwork for hardcore rappers to allow themselves to break character and let loose a la Biggie in “Playa Hata”, and may have actually been funny in 1991) most of these songs sound Dope! These songs are detestable, but the raps go over so smoothly between the pairings of Eazy’s voice with Dre and MC Ren’s deep, creepy snarls with the beats that lend themselves to trunk rattling fullness on the choruses and open allure for storytelling during the verses. I particularly wrastle with myself over the song “She Swallowed It”, which has one of the best beats in rap history and catchy parts that you might find yourself singing if you don’t use your personal filter. I remember hearing kids singing this song when I was a preteen, knowing it was super inappropriate. Hearing it takes me back to that time in my head, almost making me want to cover my ears due to the abrasive nature. As an adult however, I understand the comedy in it, tho I can’t get around how extreme it is. 

The other 2 songs “Findum Fuckem and Flee” and “One Less Bitch” are the ones that make me want to go back in time and join the Rev. Calvin Butts in steamrolling over those gangsta raps CDs in the street. Shit like this was all designed to live up to the hype the group first created by being sought after the FBI for their breakout songs like “Fuck Tha Police”. They chose to direct their shock value towards the female angle this time around by going as far as they possibly could. If you listen with scrutinizing ears, you can hear that literally almost every other word is a curse word with the intent to sensationalize the impact of what’s being said. If you don’t think this was apart of their M.O. purposely, then you must also believe that punch lines are coincidental. On “Findum…” although its pass-the-mic ethos is clever, you get a barrage of sentences like “…there ain’t no joking, when the pussyholes are open/Ready to fuck until my dick is raw/yo, the muthafuckin’ Devil’s son-in-law/ (Peter-Peter, the pussy eater)/ no it’s the E, the muthafuckin’ pussy beater/ and I’m the quicker picker upper – quick ta pick up a bitch/ so come here bitch!, and lick up the – lick up the – lick up the dick!”. And on the loathsome “One Less Bitch” with a deplorable plot about killing women to avoid drama, everyone’s favorite west coast legend – Dr. Dre, goes too far with rhymes forever sealed in recorded history about rape.

But it’s not like Dre wrote any of this stuff anyway. With Ren and ghostwriter The D.O.C. penning most of the bars on this album, the stepping up of Ren and Dre to the forefront of the group compares boldly to the first LP where Eazy and Ice Cube were the dominant presence and Cube was the man with the magic words. Cube’s overly publicized departure from the group was yet another focal point for the group to eschew their controversial stance and ruffle feathers. Where they had already made their point clear about having no love for Cube on 100 Miles and Runnin’, as a group with limited subject matter, they felt the need to rub this sentiment in. Once again they harped on this topic for several tracks, and of course, lumped them together back to back. So from the single “Alwayz Into Somethin” to the skit “Message to B.A. (Benedict Arnold)” and the revisit of “Real Niggaz”, they spend an adequate amount of time dedicated to berating their one-time lead man and what some consider to be the heart of the group. 

What makes this album an album, however, and not just a collection of tracks is the strength of it’s first 2 real songs and it’s last 2 real songs. This is the only part of the album where you will receive any semblance of depth from the group. The heaviness and rebelliousness of what they speak of on these tracks is memorable enough that where reflection and contemplation is not present, so much can be taken from their words alone and used as food for thought. Their social commentary came from an inwards-out perspective, whereas most other artists make statements about the world around them and their place in it. Songs like “Real Niggaz Don’t Die” and “Approach To Danger” precede yet predict the atmosphere of L.A. life both during and soon after the infamous riots that would happen a year after this album dropped. 

In a way, N.W.A. had to exist. If they were truly an outfit designed to alert the rest of the world to how crazy life was on the inner-city streets of Los Angeles and represent a microcosm of what poverty was really doing to young Black Men around America, then mission accomplished. I just wish that their arrival didn’t also signify the start of the glorification of that very violence that they were making everyone aware of. Perhaps it’s only poetic justice that the group fell apart after this record and they were meant to exist for only that short time and leave one hell of an impression.

A contrived group with contrived tactics that succeeded somehow in bringing us some of the realest shit ever. Although I cannot tolerate too many of the songs and I NEVER play or will give this album any other play, I always judge music objectively first. Especially when Iam reviewing it. Therefore, my favorite songs on this LP are “Real Niggaz Don’t Die”  and “Niggaz 4 Life”  both for their social relevance and politically incorrect credos that are evidently timeless. I like the latter so much so, that I remade it for my West-Coast themed mixtape, Westside Til I Die with a more in-depth and conscious spin. My other favorites (and I hesitate to say favorites) include the eerie “Approach To Danger” and “The Dayz of Wayback”.

Overall, against my personal opinion and better judgement, this album gets 8 Candles out of a possible

4812 or 16.

4(Classic Just because where it stands in Hip-Hop, whether it be the time of it’s release, it’s influence, or the popularity of it’s singles overall)

8(Classic because it was solid for it’s time, but may be a little dated or less than amazing by today’s standards)

12(Classic as a complete release and probably celebrated widely on the surface, but possibly lacking one key element – be it one song that doesn’t fit, a wack guest appearance, lyrics, lack of depth or beats)

16(Classic all around)

My alternate rating for this album is 1 fucking Candle but you know…


“Negroes In The News” – ACS workers get Murder Raps, Chris Brown Bitches up again & Starrene Rhett makes waves!!

Sadly, my “Auntie” who is an ACS social worker, brought this story to my attention. For the first time in NYC history, 2 child welfare workers are being charged with homicide surrounding the death of a minor under their watch. Of course, the reason this story ends up in this column entitled Negroes In The News, is because the 2 case workers here just happen to be Black.

I first read about this particular case back at the end of the summer when it hit newspapers that a young girl by the name of Marchella Pierce had been abused and tied to her bed in her room until she eventually died of starvation, physical injury and drug poisoning. She was 4 and weighed only 18 lbs when she died.

Apparently, Damon Adams, the worker assigned to Marchella’s case, and his supervisor, Chereece Bell, are being accused of falsifying information about making regularly scheduled home visits. These visits are believed to have been crucial in preventing Marchella’s horrible death. The 2 are being charged with criminally negligent homicide for failure to comply with guidelines that have become more rigid for social workers ever since the infamous abuse-related death of young Nixzmary Brown 5 years ago.

The fact that this is coming from the same field office in Brooklyn that was assigned to Nixzmary’s case is bringing intense heat upon ACS and has the District Attorney gunning to see Adams and Bell behind bars for Murder due to their irresponsible conduct.

Mayor Bloomberg has come to the defense of ACS comissioner John Mattingly, and fellow ACS branches citywide plan to rally in support of their fallen members in response to what they feel are extreme allegations and unfair penalties. Mattingly also expresses concern that holding social workers to such a high criminal degree as homicide will have adverse effects on opinions toward the profession and deter prospective child welfare career-seekers from a job that already incurs stress.

For a more detailed account of this story, please click this link to the New York Times coverage of it

I could give a fuck about an ex-teeny bopper R&B star’s temper tantrums, but I bet all of you Chris Brown defenders would be singing a different tune had that chair he threw this week landed on some innocent pedestrian. Tell mr. ‘I’m blonde, I sing and rap and curse and make gang references now’ to beat on something that can beat him back.

Anyway, Speaking of Starr, on the brightest note of all this week to me personally,

my Homegirl Starrene “GangStarrGirl “Rhett was slated as a guest on the Michael Baisden show today and received a shout-out for her contribution to the on-air discussion of illegal bodily-enhancement injections based on her coverage of the topic for VIBE in the following article

Funny story. Sad, but true. Ironic that she has covered so many things as a writer and butt injections are what she lands radio attention for. But she knows how it goes…I will post up the podcast soon as I can.

In the meantime, give it up for a freelance journalist who is constantly making bigger and bigger strides with every passing year. So proud of you Reenie!!!

New Cesar Luciano Mixtape – “BLACK THURSDAY”

Ok, so it’s not quite the 22nd, and this is not quite the debut street album that I said would be dropping when I first introduced you all to the new break-out artist Cesar Luciano, but all good things take time. And because Ceez knows this, he thought it’d be nice to give you something to hold you over and let you know how serious things are. This mixtape was done in a week and gives you a better idea of who the kid is. For alot of you, this will be your first time hearing him. And quite naturally, before The Great Depression, there’s Black Thursday….

Click the pic of the tracklist below to download the mixtape

Oh, guess I should mention that I’m on it by the way

Here’s the video to my favorite track off the project

Nate Dogg Moments in time; R.I.P.

More Than just a Hook-Man.

I remember I was dealing with this Cali chic back in college. I was riding in her car and looking through her CD collection. She was the only person in the world I knew of who owned Nate Dogg’s entire solo album. I mean, not a single, but the whole thing. And she loved it!

I was very fond of his song “I got Love” and I still am to this day. It was super musical, and the remix was catching a buzz on the East and featured a rapper that my brother began co-managing at the time.

I always told myself, if I ever do karaoke, it has to be at a place that has Hip-Hop, and ONLY if I can perform “Regulate” with one of my friends. When that moment comes, I’m gonna dedicate it to the homie.

In the meantime, I leave you with some of my favorites.

(These are the songs I was just playing this past weekend)

The list is so much longer, but this is enough for now. That’s one more artist I will never get to work with.


Hot 16…Or More…”She’s Ridin In My Hooptie”

Back when I thought I was gonna be a a big deal R&B songwriter circa 2004, I started honing my chops by writing ditties over instrumentals of whatever was hot at the time – mostly Hip-Hop. This lead to the eventual composing of 30 songs over such beats.

I was a fan of the revolution that was going on with the handful of innovative R&B producers who were changing the game by not simply crafting songs with singers belting and riffing their hearts out over some hip-hop sampled beat or knock-off of a hit sound. No, what these new movers and shakers were doing was creating a new sound that was comparable to the Hip-Hop club bangers so much so that rappers began freestyling over those beats, and they were coupling them with clever lyrics and melodies that were more dense and nimble. This wasn’t the new Jack swing era. It wasn’t just singing like a church boy over a remix of  “The Benjamins”, it was a genuine marriage of R&b flair with hip-hop sensibilities.

Unfortunately, from these kinds of movements, the bastardization and microwaving has spawned and given us the rap & b subgenre, full of love songs filled with slang, autotune and singers delivering their verses like rappers. This works 2 ways with me; as a listener, I absolutely HATE hearing this kind of crap from professional R&B singers who call themselves artists. It’s disposable. However, because I am a rapper, I applaud it when I hear rap artists expand their boundaries and make these kinds of songs employing vocals and use of melody. I figure if a rapper is going to sing or get melodic, it should definitely maintain the rap nuances and not sound like a complete crossover into sappy territory.

As a songwriter, I’m less discriminating. Whatever gets the money is my motto. I know, it’s bad if I contribute to the very thing that I despise, but I still wouldn’t do anything cliche, eye-roll inducing or wack. It’s always going to have my style in it. Creativity comes first. And if nothing is truly new under the sun, then I will always find a way to say the same old thing differently.

So out of my seminal batch of 30, I tried the conventional and the conceptual. In the midst of  this came one gem of a song to me that I thought was so dope, I might just keep for myself.

Inspired by the purchase of my first car, I penned a song over the instrumental to 8Ball & MJG‘s “Look At The Grillz” off of an instrumental mixtape that I bought to help write the 30. It was screaming for a concept. It was street, but I could make it clever. I decided to play up on the car angle and make a cute track about love that prevails through struggling times…The struggling times being embodied and exemplified by a broken down old ride. I lost the beat, couldn’t find that version of it again, and after 2 years, decided since nothing was going on with it, I would in fact use it for myself. So I actually went to one of those crazy mixtape sites to re-find that mixtape that I originally got it from and wrote 2 rap verses for it to fill it out and keep it Hip-Hop. I wasn’t sure what my singing voice would be like for the style that I wrote it in, so I wanted to make sure my rap verses were just as present and memorable.

Since it was one of my first recordings in 2006, it became the song that rounded out my first ever project, The Crazy 8’s. It’s one of my most popular and among the favorites from my listeners. Having that said, here’s verses 1 & 2 from


“She’s Ridin In My Hooptie”

“(Look at the grillz)

On them hoopties – you see ’em ridin’ past,

feet on the gas brake – they screechin’, speedin’ and ridin’ fast.

Cause they’re embarrassed – don’t want you to see ’em ridin’ that,

they park 10 aves up from where they need – then they ride a cab…

(Why is that??)

Cause a pinto is a pinto, and it’s hard to stay in pimp mode,

when you can’t get out your car, without rolling down the window!

When the dealer gives you lemons, you should make lemonade,

but you can’t pick up no women when your whip is missing paint.

Ain’t no T.V. screens, DVD’s,

Negro please!

You see these things??!

Those (are) called tapes!

You probably don’t know how they look if you were born past ’88!

And my car…

Is older than my nephews and nieces,

I keep a couple things together with a special adhesive…

Called gum,

call uhmm…

Triple A – guess you need it,

when your car ain’t got no hydraulics – but it’s definitely leaning!

Now I’m sittin’ sideways, and I didn’t even mean it,

but as soon as I fix it – you sittin’ right there when I need it

(now sing it).





my 4 do’…


is a Toyoooo…


and I got old…

Parts sittin’ in the back – that need to be attached, cause the truth is,

I don’t knoowww…


what they’re all fo’,

an’ that’s why I take off slooow…

cause it’s a habit that if I give too much gas, then I know that the brakes gon’ stall…

And I can’t be crashin’,

cause it just happens,

that they made this car waay-waay back when,

they ain’t install and equip no airbags in the dash yet!

My CD player’s hooked to a tape cause I need a beat…

But my gas light come on, so my car cuts off in the street!

And I ain’t complainin’ – it gets me from A to B and I keep it,

But damn, I’m sayin’ man, where’s Xzibit when you need him??


Maybe I can fix it myself,

get a whole new system,

cause my speakers only play on the left,

and I need new rims man!


This’ for my 10 dollar players – puttin’ $6 on the gas,

who save the other $4 for comin’ back later,

cause it gets pretty bad!

(But back to what really matters)

She know it won’t always be,

like this, and my chic is the baddest, because she ridin’ with me!!”


Hope you learned something…

Click the Pic of the cover below to listen to and download this track.




An artist you need to know; CESAR LUCIANO

This is the Flagship artist from my Gemstars family. His street album, The Great Depression drops March 22nd. Take a minute and get familiar.


Shout out to Edel!!