This year’s crop of Oscar dress knockoffs sadly won’t include my favorite of the evening. I thought Reese Witherspoon’s gown was beyond fabulous. But then again, I am a fool for purple. Who wore your favorite Oscar gown? And who do you think fugged up the red carpet?
I haven’t yet been able to fully wrap my mind around the possible ancestral link between Al Sharpton and Strom Thurmond. It’s gotta be really troubling and weird for Al, too. That’s just a crazy story.
I must admit, I’m new to the Hot Ghetto Mess phenomenon. There are some zany, sad, hilarious NSFW photos on that site. But even though I laughed at those pictures, I’m not crazy about the concept of BET taking Hot Ghetto Mess to the airwaves. I already saw that show when it was called Flavor of Love. What does it say about me that I’ll probably wind up watching it? Seems like I have a lot of thinking to do today.
And FYI, Hot Ghetto Mess also features a Not Ghetto page that highlights positive news about African Americans and includes tributes to our ancestors. Very cool.
I discovered Byron Hurt’s Beyond Beats and Rhymes through Keith Boykin (which is truly one of the best blogs out there). I missed the PBS debut of this incredible documentary, so I’m waiting to set my tivo for the repeat. If you’re a true hip hop fan, even the trailer will give you troubling food for thought.
I’ve always, always been a huge Busta Rhymes fan, but his response to accusations of homophobia made me never want to listen to Extinction Level Event again. It’s always heartbreaking when I realize how sickeningly ignorant some of my musical favorites can be.
Speaking of ignorant, this interview with New York on Miss Jones cracked me up! I mean, if you have to lie and say you went to college, at least come correct with a believable story.
And Scott Storch really needs to just shut up and get back to working on Paris Hilton’s follow-up album.
I was disappointed to read that Eddie Murphy was a sore loser at the Academy Awards. Disappointed, but not surprised. I feel for Scary Spice, too. And that poor baby, already at the center of a scandal. I can’t imagine that anyone would want to be stuck in a situation like that.
If I could give myself the voice of any singer, it would probably be Jazmine Sullivan.
She killed it as an eleven year old on the Apollo. Her version of “Accept What God Allows” will put chills down your spine. She breaks it down too — “I might be just eleven years old, but I’ve come to tell you that he’ll lead you to the heavenly throne!” Go on, little girl.
Well she’s all grown up now, and to prove the utter stupidity of the record industry, my girl got dropped from Jive Records. She’s very honest about it in this great interview with AllHipHop.com. “For me [it was] difficult, because I was bigger – so I wasnâ€™t standards for industry standards. I realized I have to do what I have to do to get where I have to go, so if that means losing 15 or 20 pounds, thatâ€™s what I am going to do to achieve what I want to achieve.”
I admire her matter-of-fact determination, but it still really sucks that the industry prizes looks over talent.
The difference couldn’t be more evident than when she sings “Say I” — which she wrote, by the way. When she says “I’mma keep it gangsta,” you believe her so, so much more than Christina Milian.
Because of the lack of record label funding and so on, Jazmine doesn’t have an official video for any of her songs. Luckily there are audio versions of her tracks on YouTube.
I love Brush Your Shoulders Off, Resentment (sorry stans, but Jazmine’s version blows the doors off Victoria Beckham and Beyonce’s versions), and Break My Little Heart, which is basically Missy-remixed cover of the song known as Sukiyaki, by Kyu Sakamoto. (Perhaps you remember the disco version by A Taste of Honey, or the acapella version by 4PM ?)
Back to Jazmine Sullivan. I love her because she’s raw and real. I love that she’s a singer/songwriter, and she writes about what she knows and believes. You gotta listen to her sing Braid Your Hair. Afrocentric hairdressing as an prelude to romance? I’m ’bout it. That is my jam.
The real proof of singing ability is always the live performance. So turn your speakers down and check out Jazmine’s version of Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On. This is apparently a fan recording, so it’s a bit loud and dark. Nevertheless, incredible. And she’s just nineteen years old!!
Sites That Link to this Post
- BlackBlogWatch Blog Aggregator | February 28, 2007
- Big Up, Jazmine! | afrobella | July 18, 2008
- Video: Jazmine Sullivan “In Love With Another Man” - Seventeen Magazine Live Performance - Shallow Nation | July 25, 2008