The Amazing Prince Giveawaye… that was the heading of the insert in London’s Daily Mirror that announced Prince’s latesest phase of ‘man against the machine’. Back in 1996 Prince released his Emancipation album which celebrated his release from his contract with Warner Brothers Records (the machine). This time the machine is the internet. Anyway, if you’re still kinda confused about what this all means, let me clear it up. Last week, my man Prince gave… I repeat, gave (in this this context, the term being synonymous with free) his latest album 2010 away in a newspaper. There’ll be no downloads anywhere in the world because of his ongoing battles against internet abuses. Prince, while expressing that he believes in finding new ways to distribute his music said, “… It’s the best way to go. No charts, no internet piracy and no stress. Period.”
I tend to study Prince’s moves very closely as far as industry matters go. Dude is always on the cutting edge.. and as far as I’m concerned any artist that wants to be the poster child for maintaining total control of their artistry and money is alright with me. However, I must admit, this time I’m having a hard time keeping up. prince has banned YouTube and iTunes from using any of his music and has even closed down his own official website. He says: “The internet’s completely over. I don’t see why I should give my new music to iTunes or anyone else. They won’t pay me an advance for it and then they get angry when they can’t get it. Now, this is during a time when most artist are embracing the internet as standard tools of the trade, dude goes and throws a curve ball like this. Prince goes on to say ….”The internet’s like MTV. At one time MTV was hip and suddenly it became outdated. Anyway, all these computers and digital gadgets are no good. “They just fill your head with numbers and that can’t be good for you.”
We’ll just have to sit back and see how prophetic the Sage one really is on this one. Meanwhile, I had a friend grab me up a couple of copies…..you’ll have to get your own.
".. no myyyy bruthaaa, you'll have to get your own..."
When I think about soulful artist abroad, the U.K. first comes to mind. I think of artist like Amy Winehouse, Seal and Corrine Bailey Rae. Theat’s a no brainer, artist from that part of the world, from the likes of the Rolling Stones and the Beatles to David Bowie have studied American soul artists for decades, that’s no secret. After several tours throughout Australia I’m still caught off guard when I run across an Australian artistis that exibits that soulful ‘special’ thing. When I think Australian, I think like- Kylie Minogue- pop princess, maybe- soulfully special- ahhhh. I’ve worked with Connie Mitchell from the Sydney based band Sneaky Sound System for years now, I should know. Australia’s full of soul.
Recently I was introduced to the artistry of Sia by my daughter (the kool kid). I’m so glad my kids know good and tasty music, I taught them like that. Sia, I salute you for the soul, the creativity, and the magic that your artistry brings to music- and if anyone happens to run across her, tell to reach out to ole World Famous- I’d love to work with her…
In 19 &9 I was a 14 year old ninth grader, exuberant and enjoying life in Oklahoma City like a normal 14-year-old… well, normal for a 14 year old in 19&9. I was also an avid Parliament Funkadelic fan. Actually I was fanatical about them and they had a term for people like me- Funkateers. One summer my best friend and I bought tickets for a P-Funk arena show, back then they would come through town at least once a year and for years we would never miss a show, and this particular time we’d made plans to see them at an ‘in-store’ the day of the show. We were determined that we would be one of the first in line to get our album cover signed so we had our parents drop us off at Sound Warehouse on N.E. 23rd street about a half hour before they were scheduled to show up and we waited in front for the limousines to pull up. After about an hour had passed without us experiencing the arrival of the limo motorcade at the front of the store that would deliver our hero’s- Where was George, Bootsy, Ray Davis, The Parlets, and Gary Shider? Disappointed and hot we retreated to the inside- once there we discovered that they had parked in the ally behind the store and entered through the rear entrance and were already inside sitting in front of fully formed lines and signing autographs. Continue reading ‘What is Gary Shider.. the Funk Lives on..!’
All I know is that my grandmother use to say, “God don’t like ugly.” That statement always stuck with me and quickly comes to mind, whenever I hear someone refer to another person as ugly- that’s some gall. I mean it’s not like good looks is a talent, ya know what I mean? Someone that trains for years to become a world class gymnast (or sumthing) is admirable, but a person born with the gift of beauty should consider themselves blessed, remain humble and carry on for they did nothing to warrant the blessing. You know how there are people that need to demean someone else in order to feel good about themselves, while all along feeling as if it’s their target that should have the esteem issue. There are even online lists that rank the top 10 ugliest female celebs (which by the way list Whoopi Goldberg and Cher… what?), ugliest male celebs, ugliest people in the world, etc., etc. Ill say it again, “God don’t like ugly!”
Now, the ugly face is a whole different thing. The ugly face is about absolute hilarity, and not at someone else’s expense. Laughter ranks right up there with food and air as far as I’m concerned. In fact, I’ve been giving people the ugly face for years. Anyone that has ever been in my proximity and (Apostle) Lewis Bell, pastor of He Restoreth My Soul World Outreach, in Oklahoma City, one of my best friends in the world as well as spritual advisor, when we’re together, can attest that some ugly face just might jump off. I mean we’ll just walk up to a person and hit ’em with the ugly face (aka the party grabber) and then laugh like God likes ugly. Laughter is healthy. Good laughter is contagious and heals.
This brings me to yesterday morning when I awoke to the weight of the world on my shoulders. Par usual, the first thing I did was open my laptop to monitor the early morning developments when I ran across Edbassmaster productions. I spent the next twenty minutes, literally, busting a gut. Edbassmaster, I thank you and I salute you for doggedly spreading laughter the way you do, sir. I laughed until I cried. In fact, my daughter said, “that’s something you’d do daddy.” She’s right, I’ve got an ugly face.