Your Brain On Music

Did I tell you I came first in a Just Dance three-song world competition? The world wasn’t there; only twenty-two people from it, or they could have been from somewhere else. You should listen to The Teskey Brothers.

When reshaping poems to fit IG, I think about what the poem would be if I were writing it today. Creating a new version crosses my mind, kinda how I redid Words. But why; when I can make a new one? 

I speak the truth, every time I step in the booth
I be the truth, what I speaks shall set you free

I’m that nigga that’ll come and pour salt in your wound
At the hospital, while the cops guardin’ your room
You gotta see what I’ve seen, look where I’ve looked
Touch what I’ve reached, to take what I took
You gotta go where I’ve gone, walk where I’ve walked
To get where I’m at to speak what I talk


The Truth – B. Sigel

Also, I find poems that make me say, “Ewww!” or “Ugh!” like Master P. But I’m fortunate! It’s easy for me to write from another’s perspective based on something I’ve consumed or someone I’ve spoken to who confidentially shared a part of their life with me. Even from a white supremacist PoV, I could write – but I don’t see myself doing that because I’d be starting from a place of untrue truths, making me feel icky and ignorant. I enjoy giving things life. There’s a name for that … and it escapes me. It’s an A-word?

How you think Monday feels knowing it’s the most hated day of the week and there’s nothing they/he/she can do about it?


What gender should I assign Monday? BTW: Can you see me writing for Family Guy or It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia? Not that I want to write for TV, but that’s where I’d fit in. I don’t know where I want to go, but I don’t need to figure it out now. I only need to keep writing.

You wack, you twisted, your girl’s a hoe
You’re broke, the kid ain’t yours, and e’rybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like, “So?
I love my baby mama, I never let her go”

… Nigga runnin’ his mouth, I’mma blow his lung out
Listen, yo’ ass is ’bout to be missin’
You know who gon’ find you, some old man fishin’


Party Up – DMX

FYI: At this moment, the information in your books is seeping into the bookshelves. When you’re not around, they have conversations, books and bookshelves sitting in a circle with throw pillows and blankets at a bookclub in a living room or a library or a used bookstore? Who needs people! (vivid! I’d like to draw that for you, but I can’t 😦 )

I tried to get DALL-E to draw it for me but it’s not working out – nothing beats your imagination! Remember that!


Time flies when you’re having fun I heard somebody say
But if all I’ve been is fun then baby let me go
Don’t wanna be in your way
And I don’t wanna be your second choice
Don’t wanna be just your friend
You keep telling me that you’re not in love
Wanna throw it all away …

Your love is slipping through my hands
Though I’ve heard it all before
You’re telling me the truth
I know it’s just no use
But I can’t stay away from you


Can’t Stay Away From You – Gloria Estefan

That song makes me tear up. I have to stop listening to it, or soon I’ll have nothing left, and they’ll evict me for vandalizing the place. Moving on …

Once I’m done with this transformation course and feel comfortable with data analytics, I will focus more on non-career-related stuff. I can only absorb so much without doing it regularly. But both are giving me new perspectives on myself and the world. Priceless! Well, not really, I know exactly how much it cost!

The first time I had the pleasure of hearing Midnight In Harlem, I was at our CTO’s place for the holiday party. I love the whole song, but the best part is the guitar solo – talk about a guitar weeping! OMG! If I’m not dancing already, I will for that part.

When I came to the city I was running from the past
My heart was bleeding And it hurt my bones to laugh
Stayed in the city No exception to the rules
He was born to love me
I was raised to be his fool …

Walk that line
Torn apart
Gotta spend your whole life trying
Ride that train and free your heart
It’s midnight up in Harlem


Midnight in Harlem – Tedeschi Trucks Band

Before you go to bed – Ask if you can attend the next bookclub, even if you have to promise to be quiet. Also, say “thank you” to your chimney (and vents and water heater and electricity), and thank your garbage folks when you see them. As for Mondays …   

🎶 M-E-T-H-O-D man … I got myself a forty and got myself a shorty, and I’m about to go and stick it. Yeah! I’m about to go and stick it. 🎶

I like watching sports documentaries. Dre wants to shave Zoey. Skinny rabbit!

Tue Dec 06, 2022

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