i’m not yo mama, but i am this little mama who knows how to burn. -sonia sanchez
the original boss bitch
nothing sweeter than black love.
“I do not impersonate females! How many women do you know who wear seven inch heels, four foot wigs, and skintight dresses?” -Rupaul
sade’s music was made for a lazy sunday like this.
a meeting of the minds:
stevie and grover chop it up on sesame street, 1973
what i’m bumpin:
Dorothy Ashby, the grossly underrated jazz harpist, made music with a late spring/early summer new york afternoon in mind. i’m convinced.
her music is soft, steady, and rhythmic. and to be enjoyed with a glass of lemonade in one hand, and a church fan in the other.
come on, WHO ELSE but black folks can make a harp groove?
money power respect: what you eatin like?
black don’t crack:
it’s something about wiz:
maybe it’s the skinny, tattooed frame? maybe it’s the (weed induced) bedroom eyes? or maybe it’s the “little brother type cute” thing he’s got going on? not quite sure, but i know that wiz khalifa has a piece of my heart. “rolling papers,” his third studio album (but first on his new label, atlantic records) dropped last month.
Here’s the official video for my new favorite love song, “roll up.”
watch out for the emerging black hippie movement…
No Fear:
nina simone responding to the question, “what does freedom mean to you?”
the original boss bitch:
we livin’ like we bulletproof
raheem devaughn and ludacris’ opinion on u.s political activity.
black love is in the building: TAN magazine (from the publishers of jet and ebony) featuring Dorothy Dandridge and Harry Belafonte on the cover, January 1955. the question “will hollywood let negroes make love?” says it all.
what profits a man to gain the whole world but lose his soul?
mark 8:36, the holy bible
