Prince: Why This One Hurts Deeper…

I had just posted about Chyna passing away and before that, Doris Roberts from “Everybody Loves Raymond” and before Maurice White of “Earth, Wind and Fire” and before that…many others.  This has been a marathon year of celebrity deaths and big time celebrities at that.  Prince’s death is right up there with Michael Jackson’s and Whitney Houston’s for me

But this one hurts a little deeper.  For me, Prince was the epitome of health.  He was the poster child for what pop stars could be and the kind of career they could have if they took care of themselves and didn’t get caught up in tabloid behavior.  Once I learned how MJ died, I was hurt, but I could rationalize it because of his abuse of prescription drugs.  Whitney’s behavior put her on borrowed time. Yet, it is difficult for me to rationalize Prince.  He was supposed to live well into ripe old age because he did all the right things.  Prince was not caught up tabloid drama, guarded his privacy like Fort Knox, never heard of him abusing drugs or alcohol and the older he grew, the more his faith seemed to deepen.

I don’t know if it is a sign of the times, something in the air or water or just life doing what life does, I just know that Prince’s music is a soundtrack to many moments in my life.  His art was a constant and like MJ, I took great comfort in knowing that he would always be working on something to sustain my appetite.

As a teenager, I remember receiving a phone call from my school asking why I wasn’t there on this particular day.  I promptly told them I had the flu, which I’m sure was difficult to believe with “Take Me With You” blasting in the background and me panting heavily from dancing so hard.

He made being different okay.  Like Stevie Wonder and Michael Jackson, his lyrics were thought provoking while also making you get up and dance.  The way he manipulated his voice, the piano, guitar, drums and the often times, esoteric things he would say in his music just proved he was only living here, but he was not of this world.

Yes, this one hurts deeper than the rest.  I am tired of a celebrity death constantly being one of the trending topics on my Facebook page.   I know none of us get out of this alive, I just figured Prince was one who had more time.  Rest in love.

 

Resentment is Exhausting…Seriously…

I don’t know who first said, “Resentment is like setting yourself on fire waiting for the other person to burn must have had a lifetime,” but I sure would like to give them a big ole’ hug for the warning.

Resentment is truly one of the most exhausting activities I’ve ever participated in and the payoff is worse! I tried to feel angry at someone today who I have resented for a long time.  However, instead of boiling blood, a racing heart, a narrow brow and reenacting the situation that sent me into the funnel of anger in the first place, I just felt…tired.  The thought of trying to muster up the anger only made it more difficult for me to focus what I was working on.

I just secured a contract for my newly formed company, I have a couple of other contracts in the works, I have to finish memorizing lines for the next “One Chick Army” show, I have to pack up my house.  I have so many things to do that this troll of a thought popping up in my head was just bad timing.

Yet, lately, I’ve noticed, it’s always bad timing.  I am really tired of being angry, hating, waiting for karma to right a wrong.  I realized what I wanted more than anything is acceptance of what is and release.  I am no longer interesting in knowing the latest shot that was fired or the latest lie that was told.  Nor am I interested in avoiding going certain places so I don’t run into them.

Many books and songs have been written about the benefits of forgiveness.  Maybe I’ll write one too and include how much energy I have when I don’t focus on Who Done Me Wrong.

The Police vs. Beyoncé and the Black Panther Party

Beyoncé has seldom taken a public stance about her political positions.  That all changed the day before the Superbowl 50 with the surprise release of “Formation.”  The “black” pride song took the internet by storm and that was only the beginning.  The next day, a very defiant Beyoncé “slayed” in a Black Panther themed half-time show and rocked it along with Coldplay and Bruno Mars, respectively.

For some reason, that I have yet to figure out, many police officers are so vain, they actually believed “Formation” was about them.  So much so, Police Association meetings were held across the country to decide if they would boycott staffing her concerts.  There is unfortunately, many misconceptions about the original Black Panther Party.  Watch the video below as I attempt to clear up at least some of the worst conceptions about the legendary party who helped many people of color find the courage to face hatred.

 

 

 

Willie Lynch: Real Person or Urban Myth?

Few debates outside of religion and politics get people as flustered as the true origin of Willie Lynch.  The supposed slave master from the West Indies gave a riveting (yet, very short) speech about how to keep “Blacks” enslaved for a minimum of 300 years in 1712.  I remember when I first read the letter, I was enchanted with the information.  This was it!  This was the answer.  Everything I had been taught about civil rights, racism, prejudice, and discrimination had all been validated with this letter.  Why had I not learned about it sooner?  However, even in the euphoria of this new information, questions continued to invade my enlightenment.  Why was Willie Lynch’s speech so short?  That was a long way to travel to have so few words to say.  Where exactly in the West Indies did he come from?  How did he figure this out in a time of great superstition and illiteracy?  Why was the letter so perfect?

After a mentor challenged the validity of the letter, I decided to do some investigation of my own.  Watch the video below and let me know your thoughts.

 

 

The Rat Race – Even if You Win, You’re Still a Rat…

“How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30am by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?” – Charles Bukowski

Wow!  Well, since you put it like that! I have recently made a life changing decision and the driving force behind my decision is I want to have as few regrets as possible.  This video, “The Rat Race” will certainly give you something to think about.  Give it a watch and share your thoughts below!