is there greater charity in giving to thy self or to thy fellow man?
i ponder on these things before I sleep tonight...
i re-read and enjoyed my last post: Expressionist Artistry.
i dig it very so much like it a lot for sale...
freedom of speech my
instrument muses
sprouting music
for the readers
famished palates
paint the town
in Crocks and Uggs
comfort food
for splashing feet
and they'll be dancing in the street
lamp posted up on 285
out went the light
high beaming dreams of beamers
high beaming dreams of beamers
pitched singers
tune words
as they flow composed
for war and peace
-delano
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Exhibitionist Artistry
To
Pen-stripes and asphalt
Called were the keepers of the Gate
In wait for princess cut beats and a glimpse into
Spirits blooming flowers
melodically defining showers of conscience
hazy clouds roll and echo power lyrics
to the people.
The Right sounds of
Bankhead are
Pleating sunshine
Folding summer over black beads,
as gallery Flashes Krylon Vogue
and Tennessee Whiskey
Ol No. 7
Thunder bright
Curve
Halo
Hello
Wow!
Right now
Lyrics make Good Music to my
Kangol over Pumas
can u hear
hear dance steps
summon
call and response?
Pay us for your blessings with
Flour and water messages
Slowly baking
Breathing vapors thickened
with heat and sweat beads pooling in
inky, sneaker-squeaked atmosphere
I WUZ HERE.
Let the dancers dance
Let the music play…
what you know bout that
Old school jones
Jams playing reRun like,
"Wus hannin shawty?"
When I could ride with remedies in East Point
I cherish the moments like
Human-made adornments on quilts
Still nods to the breakdancer
in front of the photography exhibit.
And the movie rocks frozen frames
cue hand standing ovation
in 3, 2, …
Like how our smiles glance slightly off center
At folks who fear dance
Telling the back story of the trials and
Startling moments when tribulations
Set in…
we couple at an angle
A cute dress, handsome pressed
We observe others engaged
in small talk Because it’s that serious
I squint my ears and sniff words of
sunshine salad dressing
sharing liquid jewels
of Oysters amidst a back drop
Of hip hop booming through the advertisement
for the highest bidding soul on ice
Moons ago we framed conversations
To muse over and inspire our eyes
With wisdom, wonder, and pathways…
When the volume
Was cut down
And the DJ let the kaleidoscope colors of the day
Fade
To
Black,
hip hop remains
forever...
Pen-stripes and asphalt
Called were the keepers of the Gate
In wait for princess cut beats and a glimpse into
Spirits blooming flowers
melodically defining showers of conscience
hazy clouds roll and echo power lyrics
to the people.
The Right sounds of
Bankhead are
Pleating sunshine
Folding summer over black beads,
as gallery Flashes Krylon Vogue
and Tennessee Whiskey
Ol No. 7
Thunder bright
Curve
Halo
Hello
Wow!
Right now
Lyrics make Good Music to my
Kangol over Pumas
can u hear
hear dance steps
summon
call and response?
Pay us for your blessings with
Flour and water messages
Slowly baking
Breathing vapors thickened
with heat and sweat beads pooling in
inky, sneaker-squeaked atmosphere
I WUZ HERE.
Let the dancers dance
Let the music play…
what you know bout that
Old school jones
Jams playing reRun like,
"Wus hannin shawty?"
When I could ride with remedies in East Point
I cherish the moments like
Human-made adornments on quilts
Still nods to the breakdancer
in front of the photography exhibit.
And the movie rocks frozen frames
cue hand standing ovation
in 3, 2, …
Like how our smiles glance slightly off center
At folks who fear dance
Telling the back story of the trials and
Startling moments when tribulations
Set in…
we couple at an angle
A cute dress, handsome pressed
We observe others engaged
in small talk Because it’s that serious
I squint my ears and sniff words of
sunshine salad dressing
sharing liquid jewels
of Oysters amidst a back drop
Of hip hop booming through the advertisement
for the highest bidding soul on ice
Moons ago we framed conversations
To muse over and inspire our eyes
With wisdom, wonder, and pathways…
When the volume
Was cut down
And the DJ let the kaleidoscope colors of the day
Fade
To
Black,
hip hop remains
forever...
Thursday, July 17, 2008
The Students of Soul
Far beyond your rhetorical definition of old school, the Soul Students is a universally magnetic hip hop collective. With some of the freshest definitions from across the planet, Soul Students strive for lyrical excellence. With clarity and a dexterity with words, the Students create the complete hip hop sound with a musical aptitude for straight ahead to cosmic jazz, breezy 70s Soul, and their unique 80s-
90s hip hop roots.
While attending college in Hampton, Virginia the state of mind aligned members with bi-coastal influence:
From San Diego,CA producer/emcee Kameleon calls upon a life of music from Wes Montgomery to Antonio Carlos Jobim to create vivid instrumental production and a hand full of raps for the crew.
From Pasadena, CA emcee Sin blends target sharp narratives with witty Molotov cocktails to create soulfully classic gems. His album Welcome to the Show is now available through Loud Minority Records. By day, he uses his cape to operate a confection franchise in Las Vegas and work in environmental science in Cleveland,OH.
Collaborative producer Dread is a teacher in the greater Los Angeles Public School System and spends time working on a reggae album with both roots and dance-hall influences. Proud influences of his Jamaican heritage and unique humor, Dread's beats are a favorite among soul music lovers.
Emcee/poet Zion is from Cleveland, OH. He tours the Midwest regularly with the abstract Muamin Collective and represents the seminal Soul Students group Phase 1 with Sin and Kameleon. With hand picked scratches from the crew's pool of djs, Phase 1 shines a light to the tribal vibes of the 90s.
From Chicago, IL, brilliantly relative emcee The Cubist spawns startlingly graphic raps with a penchant for moral and musical integrity. He will soon pursue a Masters Degree in economics in Michigan.
The windy city also houses native son and influential producer/dj AL Bumz. Al served as the station manager and host of The Soul Students Radio Show for Hampton's 88.1 WHOV from 1999-2008. His remix collection is a testament to his vast knowledge of music from walls of vinyl to digital loops.
The poetically professional New York City birthed smooth scissored emcee Awon from the notorious Ft Greene projects. His album Beautiful Loser was recently released by Goon Trax Records in Tokyo, Japan.
Producer Indelible also hails from the planet, but now calls Virginia home. Indelible is known for his ruggedly pristine tracks that radiate rap and remix delight.
Producer Ak ships finely chopped beats for the crew from New Jersey. He has produced for Kindred and the Family Soul.
In their Virginia home base, tactical emcee Dicap travels to Hampton from Virginia Beach to spit disarming raps for social and mental freedom. His album Travelin was the first official Soul Students release and is available online through Itunes and cdbaby.com.
Also from the 757 is Tiffy, the epitome of the femmecee and wife of rapper Awon. The couple has two children and are both featured on the golden era tribute "Real Emcee" produced by Indelible.
Emcee Mac the Menace has been apart of the Tidewater Hip Hop community for a decade. His ties to regional radio and emceeing make him a vital performance component to the 2005-2008 performing unit of Awon, Tiffy, Dicap, and Dj Al Bumz.
Funky producer/emcee Whiz is from the culturally accented Charleston, SC and serves as a historical organizer with the World Famous Lessons in Jazz. The Series evolved from a successful radio show that linked hip hop and jazz music into an annual symposium in conjunction with the Hampton Jazz Festival. Visit them at www.lessonsinjazz.com for interviews and articles about the complex relationship between these two forms of syncopated, Afro-diasporic music.
Willfuly alienated poet Delano, paints landscape prose that hearkens personal responsibility, chromatic wordsmithing, and optimistic aspects of love. He prepares for physical therapy school at an east coast institution. Delano is also responsible for written documents such as this one and biographies for many of the individual artists.
Clearly diversity and a renaissance of talent are on the side of the Soul Students. The crew is constantly creating new journeys in the hip hop and jazz pantheon adding live instruments to some of their musical works. They have been featured on show bills with Common, Little Brother, Jean Grae, and EPMD! The crew is sure if you like real hip hop you'll find something to love about Soul Students!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
a Shot of James
Geronimooooooooooooo! (On some up up and away ish) The Phase beyond being Phased...
:c)
-delano
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Fine Feeling
first time i saw her, i nearly dropped my tray.
we were checking out at Grady Memorial Hospital's cafeteria.
Her white coat covered her tone physique like a fresh blanket of snow. "... and she's a doctor," I thought to myself. Not only was she grown, a professional healer in the southeast's top public medical facility, but she was rise-from-the-grave sexy. The catch phrase luring many 20-30 something young adults to the club scene couldn't be more accurate. But, with her it wasn't a marketing gimmick. Grown and Sexy. Still Fine. Scratch that. Fine. Straight up and down fine as all get-up at 40-50 somethin'. And she made no hesitations about letting her left hand linger on the metal counter top. Long enough for me to notice her noticing me, noticing her... Like I didn't know. Like I was the only man with eyes... No, I was sure as my smile that she'd been seen, courted, and claimed. I pursed my lips and slowly turned my head to the side. Fine. She was operating on me. Fine. I positioned my self within sight of her. If this was as close as I would ever get, then this was it. Without coveting her for more than a few seconds- I enjoyed just looking at her from a short, non-confrontational, and subtle distance.
I ate my lunch with a little grin. She'd flashed her ring. (Which could serve as the skating venue for the winter Olympics) How hot is it that she saw me checking her out and threw up the the picket fence?!
A week later, I saw her again. This time she sat near where I was. Funny what things silences say. She caught my attention again, like hearing your favorite song coming from the car next to you... - I looked fast, without thinking..and there was the face, the shape, the badge...her permed hair, and the intensity of my attraction. Again, subtle acknowledgement of my excitement in the silent parts of fleeting eye contact.
This continued for a month. There was even a season I ate lunch in the rehab conference room in order to experience a hospital staff lunch... to join in light conversation, to hear what the pros talk about over Tupperware and tea. She'd even crossed my mind in off weeks from the cafeteria...
Then on the first spectacularly hot day I saw her in a couture sun dress... Vibrantly colorful, detailed patterns within the fabric, yellow, red, ... she was brilliant as the weather. And I beamed as well! On this day, our silence seemed to say, "hey, there you are! You know I actually thought about you when I didn't see you?" I was kinda blown away again. Young, me, in my bright red volunteer scrub top... ogling over this gorgeous doc, who was completely married...out of my league and still fine as what?! It was my lucky day. I'd definitely be having lunch in the public cafeteria. she sat near where I was sitting. Now, I've felt nurses and other hospital staff of all colors and ages staring at me. but, with her it was an opening of the clouds when during her meal, she looked me square in the face and gave me what I wanted. To see her walnut complected womanly beauty. To feel her eyes. To have a glimpse into her mind. to know we were aligned, for just a second. To make her feel sexy...still... -whoa. THE FULL FRONTAL FEMALE ASSAULT! that was the flyest two seconds I've had at Grady. And forreal, it was dope how we'd crossed paths before and on a day she felt great, she shared some of her joy with me.
Weeks passed and I spent time focused on my physics II class. Without much time for volunteering, I returned to Grady yesterday, realizing it had been a while since I'd eaten in the cafeteria. No sign of Dr. Fine, but it was cool.
Later that night (last night, 7-09-08) I was invited to Django to celebrate a fellow Cancer's b-day. I was lookin hip and had my golfers cap pulled down kinda low. The crowd was not my usual swing, folks my parents age there gettin a lil sloppy to their favorite oldies. I was there to hear the band- which was of my peers- and to celebrate... Before the band got started I bopped in place to familiar old school jams...When the DJ played The Blackbyrds "Rock Creek Park" I took my first stroll through Django's and who do I see at the bar, but Dr. Fine. I was sure of it as I passed her, but was floored by the circumstance. I got a few feet by her, and looked over my shoulder. Our eyes met, she too lookin over her left shoulder. I kept it forward moving. I smiled to myself. No drinks tonight. I was already lifted.
And when she soon brushed against my sleeve, nothin needed to be said. I looked good in my solid peach button down with navy slacks. As did she in black pants and a white top. The favor of the pursuit of happiness...This stuff really does happen and after all I've endured since December 2006, it's worth believing in. Circumstances, moments, glances, eye-contact, the un-said, the revelation of prior thoughts in the present, the gift of life and sight beyond sight... God has smiled upon me. He sends me beautiful visions of mother nature...after the storm there is sunshine ...
-delano
p.s. "this is dedicated to all those trying to stay afloat"
we were checking out at Grady Memorial Hospital's cafeteria.
Her white coat covered her tone physique like a fresh blanket of snow. "... and she's a doctor," I thought to myself. Not only was she grown, a professional healer in the southeast's top public medical facility, but she was rise-from-the-grave sexy. The catch phrase luring many 20-30 something young adults to the club scene couldn't be more accurate. But, with her it wasn't a marketing gimmick. Grown and Sexy. Still Fine. Scratch that. Fine. Straight up and down fine as all get-up at 40-50 somethin'. And she made no hesitations about letting her left hand linger on the metal counter top. Long enough for me to notice her noticing me, noticing her... Like I didn't know. Like I was the only man with eyes... No, I was sure as my smile that she'd been seen, courted, and claimed. I pursed my lips and slowly turned my head to the side. Fine. She was operating on me. Fine. I positioned my self within sight of her. If this was as close as I would ever get, then this was it. Without coveting her for more than a few seconds- I enjoyed just looking at her from a short, non-confrontational, and subtle distance.
I ate my lunch with a little grin. She'd flashed her ring. (Which could serve as the skating venue for the winter Olympics) How hot is it that she saw me checking her out and threw up the the picket fence?!
A week later, I saw her again. This time she sat near where I was. Funny what things silences say. She caught my attention again, like hearing your favorite song coming from the car next to you... - I looked fast, without thinking..and there was the face, the shape, the badge...her permed hair, and the intensity of my attraction. Again, subtle acknowledgement of my excitement in the silent parts of fleeting eye contact.
This continued for a month. There was even a season I ate lunch in the rehab conference room in order to experience a hospital staff lunch... to join in light conversation, to hear what the pros talk about over Tupperware and tea. She'd even crossed my mind in off weeks from the cafeteria...
Then on the first spectacularly hot day I saw her in a couture sun dress... Vibrantly colorful, detailed patterns within the fabric, yellow, red, ... she was brilliant as the weather. And I beamed as well! On this day, our silence seemed to say, "hey, there you are! You know I actually thought about you when I didn't see you?" I was kinda blown away again. Young, me, in my bright red volunteer scrub top... ogling over this gorgeous doc, who was completely married...out of my league and still fine as what?! It was my lucky day. I'd definitely be having lunch in the public cafeteria. she sat near where I was sitting. Now, I've felt nurses and other hospital staff of all colors and ages staring at me. but, with her it was an opening of the clouds when during her meal, she looked me square in the face and gave me what I wanted. To see her walnut complected womanly beauty. To feel her eyes. To have a glimpse into her mind. to know we were aligned, for just a second. To make her feel sexy...still... -whoa. THE FULL FRONTAL FEMALE ASSAULT! that was the flyest two seconds I've had at Grady. And forreal, it was dope how we'd crossed paths before and on a day she felt great, she shared some of her joy with me.
Weeks passed and I spent time focused on my physics II class. Without much time for volunteering, I returned to Grady yesterday, realizing it had been a while since I'd eaten in the cafeteria. No sign of Dr. Fine, but it was cool.
Later that night (last night, 7-09-08) I was invited to Django to celebrate a fellow Cancer's b-day. I was lookin hip and had my golfers cap pulled down kinda low. The crowd was not my usual swing, folks my parents age there gettin a lil sloppy to their favorite oldies. I was there to hear the band- which was of my peers- and to celebrate... Before the band got started I bopped in place to familiar old school jams...When the DJ played The Blackbyrds "Rock Creek Park" I took my first stroll through Django's and who do I see at the bar, but Dr. Fine. I was sure of it as I passed her, but was floored by the circumstance. I got a few feet by her, and looked over my shoulder. Our eyes met, she too lookin over her left shoulder. I kept it forward moving. I smiled to myself. No drinks tonight. I was already lifted.
And when she soon brushed against my sleeve, nothin needed to be said. I looked good in my solid peach button down with navy slacks. As did she in black pants and a white top. The favor of the pursuit of happiness...This stuff really does happen and after all I've endured since December 2006, it's worth believing in. Circumstances, moments, glances, eye-contact, the un-said, the revelation of prior thoughts in the present, the gift of life and sight beyond sight... God has smiled upon me. He sends me beautiful visions of mother nature...after the storm there is sunshine ...
-delano
p.s. "this is dedicated to all those trying to stay afloat"
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
test 3
wow. highest grade again... whoa. (3/3) I'm starting to scare myself in a GREAT WAY! Today was my last official day of physics II! I can only believe the reality of my top-student progress! :c) I am so happy! I am so proud of myself! I can learn ANYTHING and do anything with prayer and practice ! Wow! This is great... somebody tell Tony the Tiger he can retire! Feelin GrrrrrrrrEAAAAT!
-Mr. Delano :c)
p.s. 92 was my winning score!! YUP YUP!!
-Mr. Delano :c)
p.s. 92 was my winning score!! YUP YUP!!
Friday, July 4, 2008
Hype Williams Video Archive
It was 1999. Hype Williams redefined the modern hip hop music video with cinematic prestige. His projects were often like silver screened adaptations of the prose driven lyrics that governed 90s rap music. HW videos were truely creative interpretations of the songs they represented. Nas' seminal "If I Ruled the World" (Imagine That), R Kelly's "Down Low" part one(featuring Ronald Isley), Missy's "The Rain (Soopa Doopa Fly)," and Kelis' "Caught Out There" are stunning examples of the creative mastery of this prominent video director. His early video career led him to direct cult classic Belly, the Pangea of hip hop visual scoring.
For my first review and showcase of a classic video, I select 1999 liquid soul jam "What's It Gonna Be" by, Busta Rhymes featuring Janet Jackson.
Produced by Darrel 'Delite' Allamby
Williams' use of metallics was stellar. By adding the properties of viscosity, parts of this video remind me of Sentinel creatures in The Matrix , even with robo-biotic "locks" trailing as the creature glides by.
Busta soon transforms into the drum major of a liquid-chrome marching band.
Lastly, I dug the concept of melting into oneness during the video's ending sequence...
This HW gem drips with sexiness and manages taste...soaked ceilings, curling dancers, and an electric chemistry between Busta and Janet made this one hot!
as a personal note to my readers I'd love to dress up with a lady friend of mine
as this pair... I wonder if any 90s headz would notice who we were? This was definitely not Busta's best emceeing, but an enjoyable song no-less!
Actually, it makes me want to undress - somebody - aight Miss Janet! You're bringing me back to 17! :c)
...and it all started from a glass of water... Incredible wetness for your body and soul. In a world full of boxes, music is an escape and its curators are able to flow all over- eachother-and into our minds... overtly subtle sexiness...and a pulsiing beat to move to. YEAH!
For my first review and showcase of a classic video, I select 1999 liquid soul jam "What's It Gonna Be" by, Busta Rhymes featuring Janet Jackson.
Produced by Darrel 'Delite' Allamby
Williams' use of metallics was stellar. By adding the properties of viscosity, parts of this video remind me of Sentinel creatures in The Matrix , even with robo-biotic "locks" trailing as the creature glides by.
Busta soon transforms into the drum major of a liquid-chrome marching band.
Lastly, I dug the concept of melting into oneness during the video's ending sequence...
This HW gem drips with sexiness and manages taste...soaked ceilings, curling dancers, and an electric chemistry between Busta and Janet made this one hot!
as a personal note to my readers I'd love to dress up with a lady friend of mine
as this pair... I wonder if any 90s headz would notice who we were? This was definitely not Busta's best emceeing, but an enjoyable song no-less!
Actually, it makes me want to undress - somebody - aight Miss Janet! You're bringing me back to 17! :c)
...and it all started from a glass of water... Incredible wetness for your body and soul. In a world full of boxes, music is an escape and its curators are able to flow all over- eachother-and into our minds... overtly subtle sexiness...and a pulsiing beat to move to. YEAH!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Physics II
With one class to go plus the final, I am proud to say that I'm near the top (if not #1) in my Physics II class! I've worked very hard to stay on top of this challenging course in an accelerated summer semester. It's been a time of reading, note taking, homework, and test taking, as expected.
But this time around my motivation to succeed has been exceptional! Realizing that this is a major stepping stone towards PT school, I've worked to show the admissions boards that I'm worthy of admittance to their Doctoral program.
My midsummer night's dream is to secure an A in Physics II and to get an acceptable score on the GRE. With my applications in-hand, I'm close to putting it out there and praying for admittance. This is exactly what I want to do for the working years of my life and I hope to move into my final stages of formal education in the 2009 academic year.
Coupled with volunteering at Grady Memorial hospital, I'm doing what I can to secure my place in the first year class of Physical Therapy Students! What school I'll attend, I do not know... but, I am sure where I am to be, I'll be. Keep me in your prayers as I seek to close out Physics II, take the GRE, and apply to PT school this year! With apps due in December, I'm ahead of schedule and am proud of my planning and focus. This is a beautiful struggle... with rewards beyond belief! I want to work a good job and to help others to heal. May my dreams come true through hard work, dedication, planning, and many Blessings from Above. I give thanks for the nature of this blog as its a joy for a Black Man to be in my position! :c) Way to go you! Way to Go!!! You're making the MOST of these hard economic times! The big payback to my former slacking-self. Peace to older and more serious D. Peace to smart D. Peace to hard-working D. Peace to appreciative D. and Peace to future D.
Give Thanks!
-delano
But this time around my motivation to succeed has been exceptional! Realizing that this is a major stepping stone towards PT school, I've worked to show the admissions boards that I'm worthy of admittance to their Doctoral program.
My midsummer night's dream is to secure an A in Physics II and to get an acceptable score on the GRE. With my applications in-hand, I'm close to putting it out there and praying for admittance. This is exactly what I want to do for the working years of my life and I hope to move into my final stages of formal education in the 2009 academic year.
Coupled with volunteering at Grady Memorial hospital, I'm doing what I can to secure my place in the first year class of Physical Therapy Students! What school I'll attend, I do not know... but, I am sure where I am to be, I'll be. Keep me in your prayers as I seek to close out Physics II, take the GRE, and apply to PT school this year! With apps due in December, I'm ahead of schedule and am proud of my planning and focus. This is a beautiful struggle... with rewards beyond belief! I want to work a good job and to help others to heal. May my dreams come true through hard work, dedication, planning, and many Blessings from Above. I give thanks for the nature of this blog as its a joy for a Black Man to be in my position! :c) Way to go you! Way to Go!!! You're making the MOST of these hard economic times! The big payback to my former slacking-self. Peace to older and more serious D. Peace to smart D. Peace to hard-working D. Peace to appreciative D. and Peace to future D.
Give Thanks!
-delano
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