The Why Chronicles: Egg, Part 1

Cizzle, on eggs for breakfast:

Why didn’t the egg hire the video vixen?

• Because he figured she was the same hoe that was on his homeboy O-JayZ’s video.

Why didn’t the egg’s gangster rap career take off?

• His beaters were too soft.

Why didn’t the egg’s R & B career take off?

• Because the chickenhead came first..

What did the critics say about Humpty Dumpty’s new album?

• He fell off.

How do you get your egg on like a gangster?  Check out this Tommy Gun Fryer for all the gangstas in your life that get down with a hearty breakfast.  Because yo mama told you!

Click on the image below to find it on stupid.com.  Happy breakfast eating!

Eat THAT.

If you didn’t know breakfast could be gangster, check out this video from Remy.  Remy has been featured on many major news channels for the hilarity of his delivery of relevant and contemporary topics. Check him out at goremy.com.

Hometown Glory, Part 1: Austin

Cizzle, on hometowns:

“Round my hometown, memories are fresh
Round my hometown, ooh, the people I’ve met
Are the wonders of my world, are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of this world, are the wonders and now”

Adele, 19

Adele, the deep that slows my roll, unbolted the dustiest of latches, bringing life to death and light to dark.  My experience is similar to Shadow’s experience in the shifting house of riddles (American Gods, Neil Gaiman).  Music has always fed my soul, but now I am allowing it to nourish my mind and soon to fill my lungs to complete the balance of mind, body, and soul.  Rewrite: It is nourishing my mind and will fill my lungs because I surrender to music and to the path toward my yin and yang balance.  I have no control to allow or not to allow the music to rush in because rush in–rush in, it will.  To this end, I now own the music for Adele’s 21 album in addition to Blues and Soul Christmas music.  Rush in, Rush in, Rush, in, Rush, ing, Rushing, Russian..

Piano practice for this rushing Russian begins with the goal to share and perform la musica en Tejas over Thanksgiving when I return to Austin, where the wonders of the world truly merge in a bliss of love, music, and art.  My hometown is not just a town I call home.  It is the Live Music Capital of the World, a place that is proud to Keep Austin Weird by supporting the most obscure of existences and celebrate them larger than fame (see Leslie and the small shows that sell out faster than celebrity touting).  Austin likes the smell of its own farts, nay, it loves them and shares them and makes them beautiful by contrasting them with appreciation.  This is much like how white is white when contrasted with black; that is, yin and yang, mis amores.  That is Austin. Hometown glory.

Me voy to quell the first pang of homesickness I’ve experienced in near 27 years after several years astray.  My return to the home of the SXSW music festival comes as the last note of the fart of a year I scaled is no longer held by pedal or foot.  It marks the starting note, the first toot, if you will, of my pursuit of balance.  Que armoniosa! How harmonious that my return to the keyboard begins with the C de Tejas and live music!  Que armoniosa que mi first soul step begins at my life’s Middle C.

Home is where the music is..

Hear THAT.

Sing it Adele:

My Yin

Cizzle, on yin and yang:

According to all knowing Wikipedia, “yin and yang is used to describe how polar opposites or seemingly contrary forces are interconnected and interdependent in the natural world, and how they give rise to each other in turn.”  Yin is the black side with the white dot.  This is where I am at—in pursuit of yang.  My yin is the years of life where I have chosen duty over passion, the darkness.  Today begins the pursuit of my yang, the time of my life that I will choose passion over duty in pursuit of balance between the two, a complete yin and yang, the manifestation of my self.

The first order of business is to get some Christmas sheet music to meet my first manifesto goal’s Christmas debut deadline: practice and play music.  Thus, I am inspired to wear my WRecordsbymonkey bracelet.  If you love music, you don’t just listen to records, you wear them: 

Cop that here: http://wbm.bigcartel.com/. Represent Brooklyn.

Balance THAT.

Kimbra knows what I’m talking about:

Manifesto: the beginning

Cizzle, on manifestos:

The plan is to plan a plan so I’m going to need a plan.

A manifesto, according to the lovely Ms. Merriam-Webster, is “a written statement declaring publicly the intentions, motives, or views of its issuer.”  In other words, it’s the ish that the plan is all about, the ish that started it all.

I have tossed and turned my entire life waiting to be the person that lives the life I want to live.  I will no longer lay restless in the lukewarm bed of my own patience.  One score and seven years ago, I was born and now I erect my freedom of thought and the pursuit of my life, my loves, and my happiness with the below proclamations.  This is the resurrection.  This is my manifesto:

I love music so I will practice it.

I love words so I will write them.

I love books so I will read them.

I love cultures so I will speak their languages.

I love countries so I will travel.

I love food so I will cook.

I love women so I will support them.

I love helping people so I will advance my career in wellness.

I love humanity so Ima keep it real.

I love myself so I will take care of her.

I love my friends so I will be present.

I love all of these things so I will sacrifice.

I suggest you write a manifesto.  I suggest you keep a form of journal or blog.  If there is anything you want to attain, I encourage you to do these things because I believe they will help you attain your desires just as they are helping me to attain my desires.

Resurr Resurrrect THAT..

This is the resurrection, but just so you know, this song is actually about racks:

Alpha

Cizzle, on this blog:

The beginning,

my yin,

the ebb before my flow,

the black before my white,

the dark before my light…

..the birth.

For once I was blind, but now I see, for once I was lost, but now am found.

The Dark Ages have ended, the dog days are over, ding dong the witch is dead so bring it on Middle Ages–I will find enlightenment, but first I must find my voice and so enters writer’s block…

Writer’s block is a … a block…a big bad block, a big bad block that this wolf blew at almost 27 years, if you include the human gestational period.  That is, until I realized I can blow until the juices flow, but I ain’t never gonna bring those piggies out that there house.  This blog is the journey of becoming one with the house.  This blog is the journey of finding my voice.

Unsubscribe now or forever hold your peace.

Read THAT…

A sampling of what’s to come…

On the Fence

So you are saying I’m stubborn as a mule?! @#$^# Well, as it turns out, I’m okay with that–liberatingly okay with that.  Yes, I just made that a word–And don’t you argue with me!  Do you have a friend that knows you better than you know yourself?  I’m beyond amused when someone sheds new light on some trait that’s been carried around for years unbeknownst to its carrier, yours truly.  Besides stubbornness is not the worst thing one could be carrying around and not realizing it. Eep!  But I do consistently forget the depth of my own heels–probably because they’ve been dug in the ground for so long, I’m not sure where I end and the world starts.  That’s a fancy way of saying I’m opinionated and I won’t let YOU forget it.

Just today I had another episode of personality amnesia as I am calling it when I first heard Drake and Jamie Foxx’ new song, “Fall For Your Type”.  Initially, I was drawn to the title of the song–it hits a chord, a note if you will, with most of us habitual creatures of the night.  My opinion rang clear for that reason alone until I played the song.  Now one thing I DO know about myself is I can be brash when it comes to my opinions so I embraced my ambiguity. Know thyself and know thyself I did!  Those moments of uncommitted celebration were exactly what the song called for in order for it to call me.  Surprised by my own vacillation, I went back for more. Third go-round and my overworked eardrums finally surrendered and my opinions rushed back through my soul, returning to their deepest corners.

PLAY SONG HERE: Fall For Your Type

This song gets better the longer you do her–it’s my favorite kind of exhibited passion.  Slow to build, persistence and duration lead to the strongest emotions, the deepest loves, the most talented tortoises.  Bravo Foxx and Drake. You’ve reached my finish line and shown me another reason to appreciate myself and others.

This is why I love music. This is why music is art.  Art changes the willing. And God am I willing…

This post was inspired by an anonymous and very insightful friend of mine that I am happy to have met during my first few months in Massachusetts.

Love for Paradox; Love for HIP-HOP

I was once a V8 drinking smoker, a Texas figure skater, a cowboy boot wearing hippie, a shy salesperson, a red meat eating Prius driver, an IT socialite, and now a middle-class suburban HIP-HOP fan.  I am a Paradox.  What is a paradox? A paradox is a statement that is seemingly contradictory or opposed to common sense and yet is true.  I’ve spent my life negotiating the disparity between my personality, compensating for the fear that I am perceived as a poser, striving to prove that I am honest until today.  Today finally I am honest with myself as I embrace my paradox and I embrace my inner HIP-HOP. Haters, listen up.  The times they are a changin’..

Let it burn.  A new en-LIGHT-enment is beginning in HIP-HOP, paralleling the universality of technology.  Let it burn.  HIP-HOP is a culture born of society’s uneducated that fed on knowledge, society’s starving that have provided jobs and sustenance to their neighborhoods, society’s resource-less that overcame adversity.  The accomplishments of the HIP-HOP community are art and paradoxes in and of themselves and finally the culture is gaining momentum as it is reborn for the hundredth time.

Following the release of Kanye’s Runaway, there is backlash from haters as often follows Kanye’s beaconing ego.  I’m guilty of my own Kanye hatership, but that ship has sailed.  As I read recently on a fellow blog, the new hate is love.  Lame-ist attitudes are like totally last year kids.  The backlash is often a result of an artist’s ability to have vision beyond his/her canvas, outline, or genre.  In short, Kanye is different; he is a Paradox, incongruous to the rappers and the musicians prior to him, thus his credibility is shamed by the masses.  Leaders, a smaller percentage of the population, work hard to slowly bring haters over until the art is accepted and considered popular.  True artistry culminates at that moment when forever the world’s barometer of appreciation has been re-calibrated.  The paradox? The leader is never the popular and the popular is never the leader.  He is the ultimate ironic paradox, fitting for one of the ultimate kings of HIP-HOP. Loved as much as he is hated, hated as much as he is loved, Kanye West is an artist, a leader, and yet he is popular.

Kanye West is an outlandish Phoenix (see Runaway)–A bird too big for contemporary society, but destined to be remembered and statued (yes I made it up) for future generations–generations that are already catching on that it is the unpopular that soon warrants popularity. Grassroots artists are gaining popularity as hatership fades into the dark past of previous generations and the new generation thrives on embracing connections and community social endeavors (see Facebook).  The lessons of HIP-HOP are spreading to the masses, defying its roots of locality.  The movement will be protested by all sides, but in the end HIP-HOP is a Paradox; I am a Paradox and I am HIP-HOP.  Maybe you, too, have recognized the complexity of your own growth? You are a Paradox and You are HIP-HOP.

This post was inspired by an anonymous and very insightful employee of EMC that I am happy to have begun working with during my first few months at SwervePoint.