Archive for October, 2011

The Why Chronicles: Egg, Part 1

10/27/2011 Leave a comment

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.
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Hometown Glory, Part 1: Austin

10/26/2011 Leave a comment

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

10/25/2011 Leave a comment

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: Represent Brooklyn.

Balance THAT.

Kimbra knows what I’m talking about:

Manifesto: the beginning

10/25/2011 Leave a comment

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:


10/25/2011 Leave a comment

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…