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Blacks, Whites, Bullets, and Bullshit: The Race Blog

Greetings beautiful people

I’ve been wanting to write something since the murder of Trayvon Martin, but my thoughts are extremely vast and time hasn’t allowed me to sit down to cement my opinion on the matter until now. Also with many things dealing with race in America, there is a level of complication that accompanies such a discussion. This isn’t just a blog about Trayvon Martin, but rather my acknowledgment of racism.

In the instance of Trayvon, we have what I see as a case of racial profiling, stereotyping, and paranoid vigilantism. I don’t think Zimmerman is a racist. I don’t think he killed Trayvon because he was black. I think he did it because he has a brain poisoned with societal images of young blacks as thugs. Also, I believe he killed Trayvon because he’s nuts. Neither one of the latter reasons justifies what he did. He murdered an innocent teenager plain and simple. He should be jailed and have to stand trial in a court of law for his crime. We all know that didn’t happen and probably won’t.

I seldom, if ever, address any racial or political issues in my art or writing because I’m usually concerned with, what I see as, more important aspects of the human condition. I’m also a member of a culturally diverse crew. I love people regardless of race, religion, class, sexual orientation (yet bad taste in music…I’ve lost some good friends over that) but I can’t deny that I stereotype people as well. My friends and I have our “coffee table racism” that occurs when we are around each other. We all know the stereotypes, and right or wrong, it’s something we can express within our circle with the knowledge that our humor is irreverent and we don’t offend each other.

Every day I go out into the world; I am so aware that I am a black man, and wonder what that will lead to. Maybe because of the path I’ve chosen in life, I find myself in professional situations, with people who never look like me. I work at a nonprofit and I am the only African-American administrator and the only man. I teach college at my Alma mater and aside from my mentor, who is soon to retire; I’m the only African-American who’s taught in the art department in over 30 years. When I disagree with someone at work, I later hear stories from the person I disagreed with, of how upset I was. When in reality I could care less, I just didn’t agree. A sigh is perceived as a scream. Not wanting to do work outside of position is seen as lazy.

These are just a few examples of what I mean when I say I’m constantly forced to evaluate my place in the world as a black man. Some people know what I mean, and some don’t. Yet keep in mind, it’s not just the majority I have to deal with when it comes to these issues. From my own people I’ve been accused of talking white or listening to white people music. How many times have you heard this one? “He/she speaks to so well!” Really?! How am I supposed to speak? So either you end up too black or not black enough. To many blacks I’m preaching to the choir.

Since the Trayvon Martin murder, the already deafening whisper of racism is becoming more public. Sure racism existed years before this incident, but think about the development of social media. All these new social sites developed over the last several years, have help to mainstream the archaic banter, we thought was dying out. It hasn’t died. It’s just needed a new system of communication. Man can weaponize anything…even twitter.

Look at all the racist rants in response to “The Hunger Games”. How about the comments when “Awkward Black Girl, won an award of excellence for being a great web series? Then closer to home, a Livonia Michigan teen named, Andrew Vandenbussche who commented via twitter on the death of Whitney Houston by stating, “Whitney Houston is dead, well one less nigger in this world. #getting closer”. It’s getting to the point where there is something every day! I can’t watch the news; it’s just too much.

Facebook, twitter, myspace etc, are all used to spread the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Black people you aren’t exempt. I hear more negative comments about Barack Obama from blacks than any other race. I’m tired of it! I don’t know how many times I have to tell you he is not black Jesus! He is just a man, and less than that, a politician. I have publicly expressed my disappointment at Barack Obama’s lack of following through on some of his campaign promises, but let it be known…..I’m proud to have a black president.

Just because he won’t grow dreads, rock a dashiki, and join you in your vapid tirade about the system, doesn’t mean he deserves your shit. In the interest of promoting solidarity amongst my people, I say that when the leader of the free world looks like you, damn it, you better support him. After everything blacks have gone through, do you really have the nerve to publicly bad mouth him, and further show just how un-unified we are as a people? You hypocritical, crab in bucket, bastards make me sick! Yet and still for all my vaunted disdain at your actions and thoughts, I love you.

I hope one day you get it. You’re a new revolutionary? Not at all. Barack is the new type of revolutionary we need. Corey Booker is the type of revolutionary we need. Kehinde Wiley is the new type of revolutionary we need. Kara Walker is the new type of revolutionary we need! Every black teacher who inspires a child or young adult is the type of revolutionary we need.

In this new digital mainstream atmosphere of public racism, it’s clear that the enemy isn’t afraid to speak their mind. Yet to be cliché, “Actions speak louder than words!” Be about progress and love. Turn away from the anger and be that something greater, that the enemy can’t touch. Continue to stand up for what you believe in, but make sure you don’t contradict a message of solidarity by tearing your brother or sister down. Just as Trayvon, hoodie and all, has become a symbol for the injustice that continues to be inflicted upon blacks to this day….Barack is equally a symbol of what we can achieve when thoughts are put to purpose.

Till next time

Yo brotha


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The End of the World as We know it!: Annual Year in Review

Greetings beautiful people

For myself this year has been one of many downs and some ups, but yo brotha has made it through!  I know some of you have moments good and bad, and we all know, that’s the way life goes.  Here we are again for my annual “The End of the World as We know it” blog.

The Occupy Movement:

I would narrow this one down strictly to the Wall St. protest, but that may lead to a large group of people attempting to occupy the courtyard of my apartment complex with vague demands such as…..Ty should be more P.C……….. “When I’m really a Mac b*tches!”

Now mind you, I was excited to see that Americans had finally had it up to Kris Humphries’ balls with the corruption that has infested our political and social economic system.

The movement on Wall St spread through out the land like Erykah Badu’s legs when a hip hop star comes around.  Oakland, Detroit, Canada all stood up and let the government know that they are some douche bags.  Now that I think about it…the Occupy movement didn’t really stand up for anything, but rather sat their asses down!  Ha!

These protestors sat and refused to go.  They turned Wall St, Oakland, Detroit, and Canada into neolithic shanty towns.  The movement spread.  It attracted the likes of Angela Davis and Cornell West (who was jailed twice by the way).

They held mock trials and decided that executives of Freddie Mac were guilty of crimes against humanity.  They screamed.  They sang.  They ran the streets topless, made out, and made rich people pissed!…and for what?  I have no idea!

I mean their demands were not clear.  Did the Occupy movement really want rich people to stop being greedy, corrupt, and be nice people?  Epic fail!

Trust me!  When I become rich and corrupt….. no topless neo hippie living in Cadillac square is going to stop me from getting that paper!  I’d be thinking about pepper spraying yawl “peaceful” yet “annoying” protest.  Yet, that’s if I was rich and corrupt.  For now, I’m poor and good hearted.  I’m part of the 99% I’ve felt the weight of a this broken system on my back and literally fell on one knee crying trying to hold it up.

I hope that rich people get it (but they won’t).  I hope the U.S. becomes the greatest country in the world again (but it won’t).  Instead of the age of reason, I’d say we live in the age of excuses.  We make up excuses for why we do such terrible things to each other.  The mortgage crisis is just one of the main things that disturbed the sleep of Americans since the 1930’s.  I want some peace to occupy this land. I want  some “reality” to occupy this land.  I need some love to occupy this land.

The Royal Wedding:

Ask me how many f*cks I gave about this wedding.  Go ahead, ask.  NONE! Not one!  I mean really?  I live in the United States; a country that was founded on being anti monarchy.  Yet this Spring, the media went ape sh*t over William and Kate (or as I like to call her…the diet version of every pretty James Bond girl!)  She’s aiight!

It was an affair to remember.  The people lined the streets of Britain waiting to see two people get married.  Not two super powered people.  Not two magic people.  It was just a balding dude and a brunette, getting married.

I get it.  People are always trying to create a fairytale.  We want fantasy made reality.  We need to see the majesty.  Yet rather than stay up to 4 in the morning watching the wedding or record it via DVR, I spent my time sleeping, like most living species do.  I’m glad people got married.  It was the first of 3 weddings that happened this year for me.  That almost assured that I will no longer attend anymore weddings!  It’s not that I don’t think people should get married.  I just don’t want to have to get dressed up, buy a gift, and sit through seeing them say long speeches, empty traditions, and the wedding dress…OH GOD!  What a terrible dress!

By the way, I am not anti monarchy.  I love the “idea” of a king and queen.

Japanese Earthquake and Tsunami :

This Spring I witnessed some of the most disturbing images I had ever seen in my life!  The tsunami caused by an earthquake overtaking the land in Japan, looked like something from a Michael Bay movie.  The water and debris that swept across the land and footage of a man on the beach being overtaken by water as beyond tragic.  These people went through a horrific experience.  The chaos.  The aftershocks.  More floods.  Finally after, what seemed like a watery punishment from God himself, there came a fiery one.  The Japanese had to deal with post tsunami nuclear fallout.  The local power plants started to have a melt down!  Epic misery.

As with all things tragic to the human race, the entertainment community in the U.S. took it upon themselves to put on glitter and shine lights to raise money for the cause.  They donated throw away tracks as part of compilation albums to buy rations for the “poor” Japanese people.

Wait! “Poor?”

I thought Japan was one of the richest nations on the planet.  They have so many people; I think collectively they can accomplish anything!

Now I’m not saying they didn’t need help, but in the grand scheme of things, I still think, despite the collateral damage Japan experienced, we here in the U.S. still need all the help we can get!  We need to get our sh*t together!  Stars need to be performing constantly to raise money for the poor and disenfranchised here!

Yet as with all tragedies anywhere else in the world, it seems to me, that Unites States always looks to help others fix their problems, rather than fix the ones we have here.

Death of Lucian Freud, Amy Winehouse, Steve Jobs, David Blair:

Viva la vida!  This was a year of heart break and loss.  The great ones just seem to have had enough with this world and decided to leave, but not without leaving an artistic legacy that will influence generations to come.   Some of them were here long before my birth and some were born during years I can remember.

Lucian Frued

Lucian is one of the greatest artists to ever walk this planet.  He looked at the human figure with the scrutiny of god creating a universe.  Freud carved flesh out of paint, and let us have a view of his melancholy toned world.

Amy Winehouse

Amy Winehouse was the one we saw coming, but wished it wouldn’t have happened.  That little white woman would wail in such a cool idiosyncratic way, Billie Holiday would have given her a nod.  Yet beyond her singing ability was her talent for song writing.  Winehouse was a poet who would interpret heartbreak from the smoke at the end of a cigarette or the bottom of an empty whisky glass.  Lyrically she could rip a concept apart. Maybe that’s why she detached herself from it, when she sang.  She was my emotional hero.  She was someone who saw love the way I see it.  The big difference is, that she handled it in such a destructive way.

Steve Jobs

Me and friends once argued, as to who had more power, Oprah Whinfrey or Steve Jobs?  I went with the latter.
Steve jobs upgraded humanity.  Remember back in the 80’s when we all had this idealistic vision of what the year 2000 would be like?  We thought about flying cars, robots, wireless phones, and communication monitors.  Well jobs took the later part of the 90’s and all of this millennium and started to make that fantasy come true.   When you set standards in technology, you set standards in human evolution.  You’ve heard the statement, “Were not reinventing the wheel.”  Well Jobs did everything in his power to reinvent the wheel.  Will ya give him props?  I-wheel….get it? I-wheel…ha!

David Blair

David Blair isn’t as known as the rest of the celebrites I’ve listed, but he was as great.  He was a man so tragically human that it baffles me as to how he was made without a mold.  Blair was a poet, singer, songwriter , producer, friend, brother, activists, and above all else…an artist.  He travelled the world and shared his idea of love and perspective.  He touched souls everywhere.  His passing during the blazing heat of this Summer, here in Detroit, chilled our very souls.  He came from dirty Jersey, but was cemented here in Detroit!  David Blair is a legend of this city.  He is the word and the melody.  He is the chord and the note.  He is loved and missed.

Birth of  Felix, Marcus, Kendal, Fabrice,  and Xavier:

Now to parallel the former topic, let’s raise of glass to all the cute babies that were born this year!  I am the biggest advocate for aesthetically pleasing people getting together and making even more aesthetically pleasing people.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, well I often think that’s wrong…. unless the beholder is really beautiful.  2011 brought about some of the most beautiful babies in all shapes, sizes, and colors.

Congratulations to one of my best buds, Julius Gadjos and his partner Rachel on the birth of their son, Felix Gadjos!  I call little mixed babies “Tomorrow People”. See (Shameless: Season 1. for reference) .  Judging by who his parents are, he’ll probably be one of the smartest most talented people of his generation.

Congratulations to Dara Brown and her husband Blair on the birth of her 4th child; a beautiful baby girl named Fabrice Brown.   Dara is managing to build an army of cute, intelligent, and artistic children while maintaining her pop star like figure……ladies step ya fitness game up!

Congratulations my Brown Sugar counter parts Kyle and Janica Smith on the birth of their beautiful baby girl Kendall L. Smith.  Thank God someone keeps having little chocolate babies!  Gorgeous!

Congratulations to my cousin Shanelle on the birth of her son Marcus H. Moore Jr..  He is one of the happiest babies I’ve ever seen in my life.  The bi product of his joy just happens to be that he is one of the loudest babies I’ve seen in my life. Lol.  Well the laughter of children can be the sweetest sound!  Praise God!

Finally congratulations to Carmelita and Shibu Samuel on the birth of the son Xavier Samuel!  Once again a “Tomorrow People”!  You guys know to have some good genes!

Jay –Z & Kanye West “Watch the Throne”:

While I don’t believe this is the best work from either one of these artists, I do enjoy this album.  It took me a minute to dig “Otis”, but once I got my swagger back, it was all good.  It became the kind of self indulgent mantra I love to say over and over again when faced with the abominable hoards of stupidity.  Which happens more often than you think.  “N*ggas in Paris” was awesome!  I mean, I didn’t know what it meant, but it was provocative!  It got me moving like a music fan who enjoys the song way too much on an NYC subway. (see viral video reference).

I’ve read mixed reviews about the project and heard some music heads completely dismissing this project, and calling it garbage.  I disagree.  I feel this was a work, that had no real direction save for making a collection of songs for song sake.  It’s obvious that Jay-Z and Kanye both enjoy making music.  You can hear it in every line and see it when they perform.  These songs weren’t meant to be some hip hop changing defining moment.  It’s just two rich ass MC’s spitting   in a Louis Vuitton cypher.  Poof!

Lady Gaga “Born this Way”:

Love this woman!  “Born this Way” is, conceptually, her most consistent album to date.  Just about every song on the project spoke about identity, empowerment, and rebirth.  The soundscape was 80’s power pop, mixed with industrial and rock.  On the song “Born this Way” she sings to the heavens (or hell knowing her) about sexual orientation and equality.  Sonically it reminds me of Madonna, just sung way better and a 1000 times more amp.  “You and I” is an amazing power ballet that is equal parts Billy Joel, Elton John, and Gaga.  “Edge of Glory” and “Marry the Night” are my dance joints.  They make me forget about the horrors of this world for at least 4 minutes.  At least.

Sharon Jones & The Dap Kings “Soul Time!”:

I just coped this earlier this week and what a great late entry into my favorites for this year!  Sharon is a force of nature who doesn’t give a f*ck about these young half a singers.  Sharon Jones and her band the Dap Kings, who provided the music for Amy Winehouse’s Back to Black album, create that good ol get down!  I mean get down!  It’s so vintage and so good, that I believe somehow they are from the 50’s or 60’s and have a time machine that they use to travel to right now to give us good music.  This is the real nostalgia ultra!

The Bad:

Charlie Sheen:

Winning! Charlie Sheen, get yo ass off of my television screen!

Tiger blood, strippers, deals falling through, losing the kids, viral rants, and almost getting a beat down in Detroit for talking sh*t to the wrong city, just was too much.  I get it!  We as the public, love drama and Mr.Sheen gave us all that and then some.  Yet in reality, this is another privileged rich white man, who isn’t in any kind of danger of falling from grace.  We as the public have no reason to care about his drug addiction and sexual innuendoes.  Charlie Sheen has millions of dollars, which he brags about quite often, so ease your minds fellow robots.  He doesn’t need help or medication.  He just needs to black and poor for 3 hours and that’ll fix all that self destructive, abuse of position madness.


“4” best sung album of the year. “4” one of the worst albums of the year.

“Girs: We run the world”, really?  Really Beyonce?  Yes the video was bananas, but the song was an epic failure.  Just about every decision concerning this project was a bad one.  I think it’s because she got rid of her father as a manager and makes all these choices herself.  Terrible.  I’m all for independent women doing big things and making it happen.  Yet for some people that might not be the best thing.  Now I’m not saying she should go back to her dad (even though his results when it came to the advancement of her career can’t be disputed) but she needs someone to get her back on track.   The best decision Beyonce has made this year was to get pregnant.  A baby is a great weapon of mass distraction from that horrible album.

Black and Yellow hair:

I won’t say much about this except, if you dyed your hair black and yellow then you should be executed.

Mr.Sawyer’s predictions for 2012:

Adele is going to smash them at the Grammy’s

Lauryn Hill will not release an album

There will some kind of natural disaster during the Spring or early Summer.

Barack will be re elected

Brad Pitt and Angelina will break up

This is the final blog for this year beautiful people.  I hope that you have a happy new year, and only good things come to you.  Be blessed and be easy.  Be beautiful!

Yo brotha


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Review: Full Disclosure: Neco Redd

Artist: Neco Redd

Album: Full Discloser

Style: R & B, Urban Alternative, Soul, Funk, Hip Hop, Spoken Work, Nu Wave

This artist could go on tour with: Erykah Badu, Joi, Res, Outkast, N.E.R.D, Cee Lo Green, Gnarls Barkley, Janelle Monae’

Greetings beautiful people

I’ve been reviewing more music this month than I have in recent years, but maybe that’s because people are releasing music that I can actually dig. This is a rare occurrence in light of the minimal productivity of artists like Lauryn Hill and Outkast. I find myself looking to the underground for something special. I look to the hustlers of their craft and those with the facility to move my weary soul. So it gives me pleasure to give my third album review this month of the lovely and talented Neco Redd’s mix-tape “Full Disclosure”.

This album has been in rotation for the last week on my I pod and is showing no signs of loosing momentum. Neco Redd has presented us with a 15 track tapestry, that shows this urban alternative artist at her creative best. The project opens with the song “Angel” which samples the stirring key stroke and then full beat from Kanye West’s “Runaway”, on which Redd gives us obviously better sounding harmonies, as she sings, “How wonderful would it be, if you realized your no better than me?” The track is probably the most subdued on the entire project, but will bang the glass out of your car.

From here the album rocks out in a nu wave fantasy party that I’ve been dying to go to. Her melodies and harmonies are funked out mantras “Out of my League” and her vocals are pure love on “Love Somebody”. My personal favorite is “(Hate on Me) Rock Star”. It is a heaven wailing opus to self empowerment for both men and women. Neco begins the song with a screech that evokes Axel Rose’s intro to “Welcome to the Jungle” right before she states, “Keep my name out yo muthf*cking mouth!” She champions for the little man/woman and tells them they are a rock star! Lord knows I need to be told this occasionally, and now I have it on mp3! Ain’t life grand?

This project ranges from poetic breaks over jazz moments “Queen Heroin” to down south juke joint blues drenched in hip hop soul “Caved in….”
Let me be Ty for a second….Frank can’t speak for me. There isn’t a song here I don’t like! This is the standard I think contemporary soul/ urban alternative should be at.

I would say buy this album, but she’s giving it away for “Free 99!” That’s right, goto her website: http://necoredd.bandcamp.com/ and download the mix tape for free.

Well that’s my time beautiful people. Please leave comments and spread word to others about the blog.

Till next time

Yo brotha


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Random Catch Ups

Greetings beautiful people

Today we find Mr.Sawyer without a specific topic, but rather another blog about random thoughts and concerns.  They come in no particular order, but all hold some importance in the province of Ty-Land.


Some really good music  has come out lately!  Lenny Kravitz latest album “Black & White America” is his best work to date, in my humble opinion.  I know Lenny is a big star and has won his fair share of awards, but for all his longevity and celebrity, I don’t believe he’s ever made a good album.  He has great songs through out his career, but you have to search through the whole of his catalogue to find them.  Every time I listen to a Lenny album, I usually dig 2 songs 3 at the most.  Actually, maybe I’m not being entirely honest here.  I think his “Greatest Hits” album was a great album.  This time around he brought it.  My favorite song is “Looking back on Love”, but the rest are really solid.

While we are on the subject of black rock.  Joi and Devon L. Woodson have collaborated to form the music collective “Hot, Heavy, & Bad”!  They recently released a mix tape of the same name with modern interpretations of classic rock songs.  I think it’s brilliant!  The cover of “Flesh Failures”  from the play “Hair” is f*cking amazing as is their rendition of Johnny Cash’s “Flosem Prison”.  Check it out!  Get familiar.

Also check out:  Lykke Li “Live I-Tunes Session”, PJ Harvey “Live I-Tunes Session, Asa “Beautiful Imperfection,  and The Beatles “1’s”


Jenny Saville is having a show in NY right now was we speak!  9/15/2011 thru 10/22/2011 at Gagosian Gallery in Chelsea.  AHHHHH!!!!!


Started a great new job!  So far so good.  I’m the program manager for a non profit that provides the service of art-infused education to youth in Southwest Detroit.  Ty loves the kids!

On a more negative note, former friends have been demoted to acquaintances, and acquaintances to, “Hey! Do we know each other?”  status.  Sometimes time and distance causes this to happen.  Other times, people say really f*cked up things to you at the wrong time, on multiple occasions.  I’m all about maintaing friendships as long as you can.  “As long as you can!”


Torchwood: Miracle Day…..f*cking sucked!

Trueblood….weakest season yet, but still a good show.

Project Runway……..fabulous!

Bad Teacher…… Hilarious!

Bruno Mars cover of Amy Winehouse’s cover of “Valerie” by the Zutons is so disturbingly well done!  Right now male vocalist for good r & b/pop John Legend and Bruno Mars.

Well that’s my rant until next time


Yo brotha



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The Black Whole

Greetings beautiful people

It seems that these blogs have been few and far between since the new year.  I don’t mean to state the obvious, but it’s always nice when an author acknowledges his faults.  I didn’t say (her) because women don’t make faults.  They make up shit that makes no sense and in the end, some man somewhere is wrong.  So while I apologize for the lack of blogging, I cannot promise that the frequency will increase.  There are various external and internal factors that contribute to this, so please bare with me.

One reason for the lack of blogging is that, while their have been interesting things going on in my life and in my head, I have no desire to share these things publicly.  I’ve been reading a lot in my absence, more specifically a lot of blogs and other articles.  I think some people are a bit too open wit the public.  When I’m done reading sometimes I feel like I’ve just watched someone take a dump with the  door open.  As vapid as that statement may be , it’s magnified x’s 10 in my head when reading some blogs.  So it is my opinion that some people don’t know restraint when it comes to their social media.  Being honest is one thing, but being a tsunami of personal information is another.  Take it easy.

Let’s see, what else has been on my mind?

After a long discussion with my mother today, I’ve decided that weddings are equal parts beautiful and evil.  That’s all I say for now.  I’ll come back to this topic in about a month and a half.

I’ve decided that the “Braxton Family Values” and “The Voice” are great additions to the never ending trend of reality television.

I’ve decided that a good martini is hard to find in Detroit!  I mean come on!?   Since we are on the topic of drinking.  I’ve just decided that since my waitress is taking so long to bring me another drink, that I should throw this glass at the wall to get her attention.  Oh wait, here she comes!  Never mind what I said before.

I’ve decided that I agree with Andre Leon Talley, “There is a drought of beauty!”

I’m still on the fence about rather I feel that the 1990s was the last great movement for black expression.  I mean I was just looking at all the movies, from Juice, Boyz in the Hood, Poetic Justice, Sugar Hill , etc.  The television shows Martin, Living Single, Roc, etc.  It seemed like a time when blacks were dedicated to carving out our own culture. Look at the high top fades and Cross Colors.  Lol.  How many people had those leather medallions  with Africa cut into them?  I had like 8 of them and a Batman one.  Hip hop was just a form of dance music and when you heard it all you wanted to do was rejoice and stand up!

The decade concluded with Biggie Smalls, Tupac, The Roots, The Fugees, Lauryn Hill, Wyclef (Pras get’s no props), Wu Tang, Mary J Blidge, etc

I looked at a host of videos and the level of artistry and individuality was undeniable.  Dancers could dance.  Singers could sing.  Rappers could rap.  Painters could paint.

Those days are gone.  Being the same is the cool thing.  If your different that means your broke or your on your way to being like everyone else.  Black expression has transformed from multifaceted to condensed and mass-produced.  Black expression has been screen printed on a canvas and you can have your own for “Free 99!”

You can buy “Black expression” at Macys!  It’s on sale.  I know, I just came from the mall and saw it.

This new millennium has reaped such bitter fruit.  I’ve stopped consuming myself to sustain myself.  If there is no food for thought, then I/we must learn to plant our own, or hunt it down!  There  is no black expression these days.  Just a black depression.  A black hole.  A black WHOLE.

Till next time, be blessed people

Yo brotha


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Monsters 1: “The Fame Monster”

Jean-Michael Basquiat "Untitled" 1982

Greetings beautiful people

Saw an amazing movie called “Basquiat:Radiant Child” and I highly recommend that you all see it or else!  It’s a very inspirational film to artsy types, like myself, that gives great insight into becoming rich and famous from your work, and at the same time gives harsh warnings as to how success can destroy a person.

For those who don’t know, Jean-Michel Basquiat was one of, if not the most prolific visual artist of his generation.  He died in 1988 of a heroine overdose at age 27.  As a legacy to the world, he left behind over 1000 paintings and 1000 drawings. I’m currently 34 years old, and I’m behind schedule.  As oppose to the film “Basquiat” in which he was played by Jeffery Wright, this film is a documentary and not a dramatic biography.  Yet the man’s life was a dramatic biography in and of itself.

I will not recap the movie and give many details because this isn’t a review.  This is an observation and confession.

Wealth and notoriety will destroy and rebuild while obscurity and poverty remain constant.

As someone who is obscure and poor, I admit, I crave wealth and fame. I detest going to a 9 to 5 everyday, working for unattractive people, who seem so utterly boring that the idea of paint drying is always a more interesting alternative than holding a conversation with them.  I hate living check to check or every other check, and needing a raise.  I hate bill collectors calling and someone in my family needing something that I can’t afford.

I want to be rich!  I want to make large sums of money from my art and be known for it.  I want to be on television talking about what I do.  I want the interviews, the bright lights, the late nights, the fast pace life, I want it all!  I want to wake up in the middle of an orgy and not remember what happened.  I want the paparazzi in my face and me yelling at the camera men.  I want to have to cover up that story about me and the star of that one movie.  I want the rehab, and the drama!

I want it all and in the same breathe I want nothing to do with it.  It is my opinion that being poor will never be better than being rich.  Everyone has problems regardless of class.  I would just rather have the problems of someone who is wealthy.  I want the fame because I have an ego that needs to be feed.  Most people won’t admit this, but I do. I long for affirmation and acceptance and I believe everyone does, I just want it on a global scale.  This yearning of mine stems from my own disappointment with myself.  I need this fame to prove to myself that I’m not a failure and that even this late in the game, I can do great things.

I watched this movie “Radiant Child” and saw how I was not alone in my craving to be a star.  I just got to see how it destroyed someone so young.  So I ask myself, I’m I willing to be destroyed to reach my selfish goals?…..the answer is YES.

Till next time

Yo brotha


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How to Maintain the Best Dysfunctional Relationship Possible!

Greetings beautiful people 

So I wanted to take a moment to give a few words of advice on a subject that I have a depth of knowledge in. That subject being “The Dysfunctional Relationship”.

Through years of trial and errors, I have become an expert in some ways on the subject and felt I wouldn’t be doing my duty as a good brotha to you all if I didn’t share what I’ve learned.

This blog is for anyone seeking to establish and maintain a dysfunctional relationship.  It takes years to learn how to self loath and lower ones self esteem to the point where you are ready for a dysfunctional relationship.  Yet with a few helpful hints, I can have you on the fast track to public displays of destruction, arguments, and freedom from the tyranny of peace.

Never examine yourself:

Mirrors are for people who want to see themselves in reverse.  You are a forward thinker.  Never examine yourself.  Always think of yourself as perfect.  Do you make mistakes?  No.  You make the world a more interesting place.  When things are going bad in the relationship, acknowledge the fact that things are going as planned.  You can’t maintain a dysfunctional relationship without drama.  So why mess that up by examining yourself and giving in to the possibility that some of this sh*t may actually be your fault?

Find someone attractive you have nothing in common with:

This is important because you must like looking at this person.

You will be seeing them often, so it helps that they aren’t bad on the eyes.  Now beyond this, make sure you have completely different taste.  If your spouse likes R & B, then you should love rock.  If they like romantic comedies then, you must be a die hard action or horror movie kind of person.  If they dress conservative, then you should dress bohemian.

Now the latter is never a reason to look un-presentable.  You should always be Studio 54 ready rather your in a cardigan or a head wrap.  Just remember always look your best, and always disagree on very “subjective” issues.


This is important since you will be with this person for the long haul.  You must commit to disaster with the testicular fortitude of George W. Bush!  As long as violence isn’t involved there is no good reason to leave a dysfunctional relationship.

Be loyal.  Understand that being loyal is quite different from being faithful.  Being faithful means, no cheating.  You are with this person, and no one else.  Being loyal means that you have formed an allegiance with your spouse.  You will ride or die for each other.  They should know with certainty that no matter what idiotic thing you will do, or have done you will always be by your spouse, and vice versa.

Only give the illusion of trust:

Never trust anyone!  Not even yourself!  If your friends convince you through long conversations over food and drink that you need to let down your guard and be open to all that love has to offer, then you will fail!

Always suspect that your spouse is doing something wrong.  Is he/she cheating?  Embrace paranoia and the answer will be a big shinny “YES”!

Every time they don’t call between 8:30pm and 8: 45pm, but waits later till like 10pm because they had to work over, then they are lying!

When you called and they didn’t answer claiming that they were asleep and didn’t hear the phone, they are lying!

Yet let me make it clear, you are never under any circumstances to confront your spouse with any of the above.  Always smile and keep a standard face.  Collect data.  Develop a photographic memory of every inconsistent moment they have.  This will fill your pretty little head with enough insane thoughts to lead your own ethnic cleansing party when the time comes.

Trust only the illusion:

Take your spouse at face value.  They are what they say they are.  If they say they are loyal, kind, smart, clean, healthy, and trustworthy.  Then good people, you should listen.  Rest easy at night, knowing you have found that diamond in the rough.

When they do something completely out of their character, like “IDONTKNOW” have a dirty text message conversation with someone they had an affair with the week before, then don’t worry!  (Before I go any further, I want to say that it doesn’t matter how you obtain this venomous information, just remember, you’re in a dysfunctional relationship. These things have a way of coming to the surface).

Anyway.  Where was I?  Oh yeah, so don’t freak out at the text message.  Just hold this information for the right time.  What would be the right time Ty? I’m glad you asked.  Examples of the right time would be (speaking hypothetically, but not really) at your spouse’s family function.

Other great opportunities to divulge this information would be in a nice quiet fancy restaurant.  Just think, over the light chatter, and the silverware clinging, you’ll have the perfect moment to try out that “HEYIKNOWYOUBEENCHEATINGONME” line that’s been festering in your head for a while now.

Make sure the person talks about their ex a little too often (always on a positive light):

This is a favorite of mine.  I mean nothing will give you greater pleasure then to hear about all the wonderful exploits your spouse and their ex partook in prior to your arrival on Planet Dysfunction.

Make sure your spouse always has that look of nostalgia in their eyes when they go back to those gentle warm places.

Make sure everything you want to do, they’ve already done first.  Never think of your self as second to none, but rather maybe like third or fourth.  This train of thought is good at fueling insecurity and jealousy, which are two of the greatest assets to a dysfunctional relationship.

Be co dependent:

Oh, you must ALWAYS and I mean ALWAYS be seen together.

You must develop a symbiotic relationship.  The whole must become greater than the sum of its parts.  If you were an independent person before, then make plans to leave all that behind. You must need each other!  You must loose the ability to make decisions on your own.  Know that unless it’s run by your spouse, it’s just not right!

Your friends must start to see you guys as one unit.  Show up together everywhere!  After a few months of this, you will know that co dependence is occurring when your friends start to combine your names and only see you as one person.  If you happen to arrive early before she or he does, then your friends will look confused and inquire as to the whereabouts of some of your more vital organs and appendages.

Have sex after every argument:

This will be fun.  You will yell and say some of the most hurtful things to each other in a fit of rage, and afterwards (sweet loving will happen)!  Once the deed is done, it’s important to remember that nothing you argued about prior to the sex has been resolved, but rather hastened till a later date.  This will create a beautiful vicious cycle that will keep you arguing and then banging and then arguing and then banging and then arguing and then banging etc!

Drink a lot or do other mind altering substances:

This will assist you in saying the most inappropriate things at the most inappropriate times see (trust only the illusion).  Note that while under the influence, you can say just about anything.  If you say something completely out of line, then your spouse can say,”Oh he/she’s just a little tipsy!”

This will be fine until you two get alone.  Your spouse will spazz out on you completely and they will have good reason to.  Your only means of escape from this madness will be to do the following.  Let your spouse yell!  Let them scream!  Just as their ready to conclude their tirade, you should use this opportunity to vomit.

Yes people vomit!

This will do the following.  It will completely defuse the situation.  Your spouse will either be so grossed out by this that they’ll retreat as far away from you as possible, they will feel that you got what you deserved with your drink ass, or they will feel sorry for you and want to take care of you. Either way, you win you looser!

Ladies embrace the fact that you are crazy:

Yes, ladies I said it. You are crazy!  Not psych hospital crazy, but something far more insane.  Who else could drive themselves to tears at the thought that the “Sex and the City” series concluded only to be reborn on the big screen?

You buy expensive shoes that hurt your feet and you complain that men don’t know your pain (Men in Atlanta would disagree with you).  You should only indulge further in this behavior.

You should take every opportunity to inform your man of how bad he dresses.  Make comments at how attractive you think Idris Elba is, while giving your man the side eye.  Speak in cute baby talk to your man as if your playing a little game without ever noticing that he does not speak to you with baby talk and probably thinks your bat shit!

Men embrace the fact that we are stupid:

The pursuit to educate yourself will only be to the detriment of the dysfunctional relationship.  There is no book you will read that will make you smarter than a woman.

Actually, accept the fact that we are born intellectually inferior and just go with it.

Use simple answers, like yes or no.  Only use “maybe” on those rare occasions when she needs you to be decisive.  This will guarantee an argument of epic proportions.  No matter how simple she breaks it down, for you, why she’s upset with you, never make any attempt to understand.  For this is the acquisition of knowledge, which falls under an attempt to educate oneself and as I said previously, it will only be to the detriment of the dysfunctional relationship.

Move in together as soon as possible:

Oh yeah!  How soon is too soon?  Doesn’t matter, move in.

This way you can spend as much time around each other as possible.  So what, you don’t know each other that well.  That’s what living together will do.  You will learn every dirty little habit you’ve never wanted to know about another human being in your life.

You will know the true nature of your spouse or depending how long you’ve known each other, you can refer to them as TNPIS (The New Person I’m Seeing).  So what, they now share a lease with you?  So what, they don’t pay rent on time or at all?  So what,  they fart, leave dishes in the sink, have a cat, have a dog, have a cat and a dog?

All these things will make you uncomfortable to the point you might consider murder.  Yet rest assured that just when the presence of your spouse has you on the edge, get ready to jump because there is nowhere to go to get respite.  You two live together.   

No argument is too small:

Do you want Chinese or American? Let the yelling begin.  Dysfunctional relationships thrive better in environments that are hostile.  You two must be dedicated to maintaining this hostile environment at all cost.

Never let anything go.  If you were wondering if your spouse is being too controlling and yet again imposing their will upon you, then the answer is yes!  Go in!  Tell them you don’t want Chinese and if anything Chinese-like enters your house your going to put a bullet through your head after you tear the whole gotdamn building down!

It’s best to let a little argument like this move on to other non related topics, such as how you hate your spouse’s curtains, and how their mother is a bitch, and everyone knows it, but is too afraid to admit it.  Yep, this will be the perfect maturation place for your relationship.

Remember you are never wrong:

You come from “Planet Right” where no one makes “lefts”, and your never wrong. Everyone on Earth, but you, speaks in conjectures and opinions.

Hold true to this fact no matter what proof you may be confronted with, you are always right.

Well these were just a few things off the top of my head to assist you all with maintaining healthy dysfunctional relationships.  I wish someone had written something like this for me before I went into my dysfunctional relationships, then they never would’ve ended and I would have never had to feel the burden of freedom and peace.  I want you all out there yelling in the streets, tearing up homes, and blowing up cell phones.  Show your commitment to such a just cause.

Until next time

Yo brotha


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A Life in the Day of Mr. Sawyer

Greetings beautiful people

I hope this year has been going well for all of you and that your receiving your blessings in abundance.  I’m doing my best to stay true to accomplishing the items on my knock list and remain sane.  Take for example this past weekend I did something I had been meaning to do for some time now. I acquired a library card!


I know those of you reading this blog are thinking, “Your 34! Why the hell don’t you have a library card?”  My only response to that would be, “Have you accepted Jesus as your lord and personal savior?”  If you have; you might find it interesting to know that the same kind of personal security is obtained through owning a gun or a sword.  Neither of which would require you to go to church and testify as to the victims of your wrath should you choose to use your gun or sword.  Back to the library card….

So since I decided to read more often, I thought a library card might be a cheaper alternative to hoarding books like I’ve been doing all these years.  You’ll be happy to know that I obtained 3 books from the library, 2 of which I’ve almost finished.  This makes me happy.


While reading quietly in my apartment, I got to thinking about finally getting rid of cable TV.  When I lived in New York, I went an entire year without a television and was perfectly fine.  I figure if I get rid of cable, I will save money, I’ll focus more in reading and art making, and I will have an excuse to go to my friends homes and watch television.  This is starting to sound like the perfect plan!

Then I thought about how quiet the library was.  I mean, I have never been in place that quiet!  Uncomfortably quiet.  It’s the kind of quiet you’d imagine exist inside of Waka Flaka Flames brain during a math test.  You get the picture.

So these people kind of floated across the floor, because walking would make too much noise.  Walking is what I did, and that’s why I received many stares.  I was making too much noise.  So as I sat in my apartment I decided that the lack of television would leave my place too quiet and that kind of silence would drive me insane!  Thus far, I’m still on the ropes about it, but I’ll let you know.


I’m still reading and again my thoughts wander away.  I say to myself, ”Self! Because that’s what I call myself when I’m talking to myself.”  I say “Self! Maybe you should get a dog!  This I quickly realize would be a mistake.  Not only does my building not accept pets, but my lifestyle would not accommodate a dog.

I mean you have to feed and bathe this dog(I find it too expensive to feed myself much less a dog and I bathe myself, quite often) .  You have to take this dog to the vet( I barely go to the doctor).  You have to walk this dog so that it doesn’t defecate in your house (I drive everywhere and have the decency to use the toilet when I have to defecate) .  You have to play with this dog(I only play music and dvd’s).  Essentially you’d have to care for the dog, and since first and foremost, I don’t like dogs, this would be a challenge.  I told my friend Julius of my thoughts on acquiring a dog, since he had two himself.  He laughed at me and told me that would be a terrible idea and that I would make a terrible dog owner.  I thanked him for his honestly and wiped the blood from my slashed wrist.

Random thoughts:

So as I paced myself in reading, the thoughts slowed down and right before I was done for the evening a few more popped into my head.  Like, writing this blog, finishing my grant application, writing a letter of recommendation, doing a new nude self-portrait in some kind of painful position, doing laundry, making a t-shirt before summer,  growing another mohawk, going out dancing, and finally nothing.

So until next time beautiful people

Yo brotha


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Lost: The Series Finale disappointed me more that a “Saved” hooker!

Greetings beautiful people

So just finished watching “Lost” the series finale.  I know it came on Sunday, but I was busy, and managed to go media black about the plot.  So using the benefits of DVR, I just finished.

What the hell!?

I mean honestly I believe it’s one of the best shows ever created.  It was drama, sci-fi, horror, comedy, love, spiritual etc.  Pretty much a little bit of something for everybody.  Lost had season after season of twist, character development, and yet enough imaginative content to amaze someone with a disturbed mind like myself.  After giving me so much, they end with giving me nothing.

I feel it’s the greatest book in the world with the last few pages missing.  I won’t spoil it for those who haven’t seen it, but I ‘ll tell you that we really are left not knowing anything.  There was only one actual conclusion in the entire episode and that was simply someones death.

So much like the title of the show, I’m still lost.  You know that’s just opinion my on the whole thing.  I’m an intelligent man who will admit when something is over my head.  In those instances, I seek to educate myself.  Yet this is not the case here.  I’ve been let down.  Oh JJ Abrams!  Please don’t f*ck up Fringe up for me.

Till next time beautiful people

Yo brotha



Black people and the movies


Greetings beautiful people

So last night I went to the movies to see “The Crazies” and I have to say that it was a pretty cool scary movie. The action was great and even the direction was on par. Now don’t get me wrong, the movie isn’t going to win any academy awards, but if you are into the genre of horror and sci-fi, this is a movie that I recommend.Now let me tell you something I don’t recommend. Pardon my language for all my non black friends, but I have to take it back to “Highland Park” for this one. I don’t recommend going to a movie theatre filled with niggas who talk all through the film.

The theatre was packed, so I was forced to sit in front of a group of niggas disguised as a group of young black adults, who ruined my movie experience. Out of their group there was a girl who was the center piece.  She had the foulest mouth. She talked at the screen from start to finish as if the screen was going to talk to back to her. She was such a fucking lady! She cursed so much Richard Pryor would have been ashamed.
Now I understand people go to the theatre and get excited, but black people don’t be stereotypes! Stop acting like dumb fucking niggas and making all that goddamn noise in public. Have some fucking class. Have some fucking dignity. Shut the fuck up! It’s a movie, not a church testimony.
Thanks to these people I’ve scratched that theatre of my list of places to see movies. Thanks to these people I’m reminded of why other races look at blacks as an uncouth and shameless people. Thanks to these people I’m gonna start letting these dumb muthafucka’s know they’re ruining my movie experience. When I’m made to feel uncomfortable by others, I have a tendency to make others feel uncomfortable. I see now, that has to apply in every situation.

If any young blacks are reading this then I beg you.  Act like ya got some fucking sense when you go out in public.  Being in high school, is no excuse.  All your talking at the screen, and being loud makes you seem like delusional idiots!  Don’t be a stereotype.  Be better than that.  Respect other people, and show the world that your parents actually knew how to raise a child.  Manners are rare these days, but you stupid idiots seem to be in abundance.
Sorry I had to have a nigga moment, but in the words of my Grandmother,”Sometimes, these muthafucka’s make ya wanna curse!”

Until next time

Yo brotha


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