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DREA & SAMHonestly, we're just two girls a long way from home trying to get by with a little help from our friends and this blog apparently. Sam, SPARKY, is in Bloomingtom, Indiana for 10 months of the year and Drea, IGOTNOTHING, is in Boston, Mass. for those 10 months but every so often, they find themselves "comfortably" at home in Los Angeles, Ca. We're pretty cool, no lie. |
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
while sitting here at my usual chain cafe, I realize that I am a complete and utter product of my generation. And, it doesn't really bother me. Even though part of my soul or whatever is a little discomforted by the sweater-tag itch of a cliche rubbing against me. And, while I don't have a Mac computer (yet), my iPod is probably like 2nd generation, and I still have yet to really get a hang of social networking (I have them all, but not a lot of "friends" or hits), I'm still pretty pedestrian, or at least anachronistic enough to not let this particular cliche get to me. If anything, it's helped me see the positive side to being one of my time period; I am finally one of the crowd. Fitting in is something I've kind of always wanted and longed for. I guess that comes from being two feet taller than my peers for the majority of grade school and being just overall different from everyone else: I wasn't wealthy enough for private school, not Jewish enough for elementary school, not trendy enough for middle school, and too quiet for high school...not to mention totally fashion backward or too forward. (Although, I'm still a bit of a fashion train wreck, if you ask me.) Still, look at me. Here I am, in the few hours before I really should get into to the office that I intern at (a real-live production studio no less; because as you know, film is just the thing us kids are into these days), and I am at cafe (franchise of course) with my laptop open, typing on the blog. My cell phone is right next to me and next to it is my chai tea latte (never got really into coffee, but did get into the "latte"). I use my phone as a timepiece and I use this blog instead of talking to a wall. My shoes, stockings, skirt, top, cardigan, and jacket are all from brand name stores (mostly bargain retailers, lest you think by brand name I mean a fashion house...come on, I'm too poor and too middle-class to afford or want those types of garments). And as I type this, legs crossed, I am skyping a friend in Boston (whom I'll be seeing very soon, fortunately). I am really indeed generation whatever "they" are calling us. Hello world, here I am. At least I still write letters. If only email had stamps. Well, the latte is gone and I should get going. Thanks for reading this almost pointless post. (I'm trying to get into the habit of just writing as much as I can; I'll work on quality once I accomplish that goal first) 8:55 AM
Friday, November 12, 2010
it's that time of year ...cold season. still recovering from my cold/sore throat/cough/flu...not sure what it was; not fun that's what. i ended up having to give away my ticket to tim and eric/ neil hamburger last weekend (and of course it was an incredible show, so i'm told)...but having a fever and trekking down to hollywood is really not the best idea. weekend plans have been cancelled (but rescheduled...so i have something to look forward to next week) saw a great movie yesterday (it was not the social network; what a disaster of a movie and waste of two hours)...in bruges was not at all like the trailer from a few years ago made it out to be...and in a good and better way hopefully i'll get to my baking marathon this weekend (pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, anybody?), finish a whole batch of letters (it's grossly pedestrian, but something i've just always done, ever since i could write), get some practice (because a month is going to pass all too face), and make a little money (woo, bookkeeping!) and hopefully, no more sickness (the office sounds and feels like a sick ward of dying invalids...) got some good news and potentially even better news...not a bad way to end the week finally got some kickass HD footage in the mail yesterday that i'm too psyched to have (turning out to be a real dork) not a bad week at all; and as a celebration i bought my lunch today (so i'm also contributing to the economy?) here's to hoping i find the motivation to "accomplish all my goals" this weekend (including but not limited to getting off my butt and exercising) and here's to bagel fridays! off to the office, so ciao for now. 9:14 AM
Monday, November 1, 2010
hello november what's keeping me going for the rest of this year: the sheer incredibleness that is Janelle Monae and Kevin Barnes; probably the best show ever, wish I could see them again and again and again seeing Tim and Eric next weekend flying to Boston, Baltimore, and DC to see some of the best people in the world. seriously getting into fall and cannot wait for Thanksgiving and the holidays... fingers crossed the year closes better than it began. 9:23 PM
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
loose ends this past week and a half, actually come to think of it this past year, has been pretty tough. really frustrating. ATM ate my money old landlords won't return a deposit even though we were perfect tenants and cleaned up after ourselves I may not be able to appeal my late fees on tuition I can't pay off and I might be coming down with a really bad cold... so many things at once; and such frustration! I'll be at my wit's end if I let it all get to me. I am scrabbling to pick up all these loose ends and hold them all together in one hand...all this scurrying for what? Trying not to let it all get to me. Super fucking excited for the Of Montreal/Janelle Monae concert this Saturday. crossed fingers to banish this bad juju 9:35 PM
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
rain or shine. This is a list post; a list of things...because I like making lists: A list of things I would like to do in the future (near or otherwise): - go down to Mexico with him to see his family - see South America: Peru, Brazil, Argentina, Chile; see Central America: Costa Rica - go find my "roots" and see if I can lay any claim; go to Seoul to find mine and if I return without empty hands, I'll get my name (hopefully before it is too late) - learn Spanish - graduate from college more educated and happy - live a bit as an ex-patriot - the ability to be financially independent A list of things I need to do: - find a job - be a better person, sibling, daughter, girlfriend, friend, human being - get a loan (so I can go back to school) A list of things I want now (but don't necessarily need to have): - to see the ocean - a haircut - new Toms - my own space A list of things I am excited for (and cannot wait to happen): - going to Boston on December 1st and seeing two dear friends - going to Baltimore on December 4th to see an old friend I only get to see once a year if I can make it out to the East Coast - going to D.C. (again) to see a good friend and former-future roommate A list of things I hope happen: - my circumstances and situation become more dependably stable - I can fly to New Orleans and meet up with my good friends and roommates in February - I can visit the boyfriend wherever he ends up - I figure out my life starting in January; internship or job or something - I can do all that I want to do with my remaining year of education - I can fly with my mother to Chicago before returning to school next year A list of places I would like to go in the direct future (domestic): - Chicago - Louisville - more of New York - San Francisco and Berkeley - Seattle and Olympia - Atlanta and Austin (maybe) A list of things I have fun dreaming about (when I allow myself to): - going up to Napa and wine country with a big group of close friends - living and leading a happy and complete life A list of things that make me sad: - growing older and realizing my parents are human - my mother being sick - not having the ability to take care of myself completely - watching the best people I know have the worst things happen to them - knowing that one day I will lose everyone I love at some point or another - people hurting other people A list of things that I found inspiring today: - a documentary on fractals - the double rainbow during sunset before the thunder storm this evening A list of things I wish would happen above all else: - my mother to become employed again - my mother to get better - my father to keep his job - my sister to not be so sad - my brother to not be so angry - myself to not feel so guilty for everything - for him to get into a school and get started with his life - for my luck to pick up; for everybody's really I probably will end up taking this down, as this post is really just a mental organized vomit-ation of my thoughts and turmoil of late. It's tough growing up or facing the present realities. I used to run and hide from such things; bury them deep down inside memory, but I cannot now. It is far too costly and too dangerous to not face things; to not do something. I'm going to take advice given to me and take things day by day. Will update soon. 10:56 PM
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
another day as the intern. Today all in all was a rather successful day at the office. Put in a good eight and a half hours of production. Found some sweet moon crater cgi animation (because nasa really does rule) that made everyone from supervisor to the editors and writers excited ("two gold stars for me"). So I'm going to pat myself on the back for that. On another note, all of us interns (all three of us) were at one small table working side-by-side-by-side (because finding a chair, let alone a desk, is a hunt in of itself) after putting in several tedious moments of work, took ourselves out to lunch. While burritos are pretty much guaranteed a good meal anytime, Burbank does not offer much south of the Bob Hope. A quest for better watering holes must be looked into. Porto's maybe? Too bad they don't provide lunch (or lunch money) for us. Oh well, the life of an intern. More work tomorrow; can't wait to see this all put together and then finally on-air... I am finding that I thoroughly enjoy interning, and while it is great that I have found something I like and could have a career in...television is not the most forgiving nor easy industries to work for. Then again with my degree that I'll be getting soon (hopefully), most of the opportunities left to me must at some level be "broken" in to...and perhaps with television I could still have my soul (like baking, having, and eating a cake)...who knows I don't know; shouldn't get my hopes up too too much, but I'm excited (my private, well not so, is that they will keep me on for the year...and maybe, MAYBE, pay me...that's a stretch, but hey, I do work in TV) Now, the only thing is to find a job that pays, so I can go have my usual adventures and shenanigans. This is it for now - me making chaos the norm and taking it one day at a time (I think). 10:06 PM
Saturday, September 11, 2010
push; play. Feather ft. Cise Starr and Akin - Nujabes Chinatown - Wild Nothing Maps (Yeah Yeah Yeahs cover) - Rogue Wave Holidays ft. Alan Palomo - Miami Horror o - iamamiwhoami Suburban War - The Arcade Fire Many Moons - Janelle Monae The Train Pt. 2 (Sir Luscious Left Foot Saves the Day)- Big Boi German Love - Starfucker No Intention - Dirty Projectors Stay Close - Delorean Hang Me Up to Dry - Cold War Kids Lemonade - Cocorosie Vaporize - Broken Bells Another Likely Story - Au Revoir Simone Hold On - Holy Ghost! Good Intentions Paving Company - Joanna Newsom King of Spain - The Tallest Man on Earth All Over Town - The Kooks A Journey is Just a Memory - Jape Jail La La - Dum Dum Girls Let Go - jj Dog Days Are Over - Florence + the Machine This Too Shall Pass (Passion Pit remix) - OK Go Staring at the Sun (Diplo remix) - Tv on the Radio Lovefool (The Cardigans) - The Morning Benders Sleep Paralysist - Neon Indian So Light Is Her Footfall (Breakbot remix) - Air Wide Eyes - Local Natives Norway - Beach House Do You Mind - The XX Your Protector - Fleet Foxes Sheep - Pink Floyd Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley The Brightest Diamond - My Brightest Diamond Teardrop - Jose Gonzalez Creature Fear - Bon Iver Foreground - Grizzly Bear Walking on a Dream - Empire of the Sun Feel It All Around - Washed Out Spirit Horse - Sea Wolf Hoppipolla - Sigur Ros 5 Years Time - Noah and the Whale Guyamas Sonora - Beirut The Alcoholic - Royksopp 12:19 AM
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
por nada par rien. nothing to say. just news... glasses and glasses of the bad. related sidenote: any help or information on financial aid/how to write letters to schools asking for money...so I can return next year to finish my degree I started. ... 11:30 PM
Thursday, September 2, 2010
time is what you call it. i think i need to start giving myself more credit for the things i can do; so when i do make a mistake i don't completely slide back and regress. and i need to stop guilt-glutting myself for not having the "schedule" or managing my time the way i feel i "ought" to...i'm not working, i'm not at school...time is my own; i get to follow my agenda. stop freaking out. breathe a little. wait for the tea to cool off a bit before downing it... more logging tomorrow. woo free lecture! 10:17 PM
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
living postponed. why is it that it takes the "mid-life crisis" or menopause or some grave illness or loss in our middle age for us to begin "truly" living? why do we have to wait until then? and further more, why is it selfish or naively idealistic or hopelessly foolish for a 20-something to live his or her life as he or she so chooses? what is so wrong with that? our culture is so dead-set on paying your dues and earning your wages that we cannot enjoy the good of life that often goes by before we have a chance to notice it. on the one hand i understand and respect the sentiment that hard work is necessary and working hard makes things worth it (and by the same token i do not respect or follow the hedonistic view of i'll do what works best for me now or what i want happens when i want), but sometimes we lose sight of what we are working for or cannot take the time to enjoy it. and, it is this mentality that has been bullied and nagged into my generation that most of my peers fall deaf to the call to pull one's own weight and at best end up as apathetic drones in a machine they either no longer notice or no longer care to interact with. it's sad to be frank. and i don't want to be like that. this all just ends up being confusing. especially now, as a grown-up daughter seeing my own mother completely about-face. it's hard but at the same time liberating vicariously to see my own hard-worked and tired mother getting her own; doing as she so pleases when she does. i don't know what to make of it. i guess i have more work and life to do to understand, for two-zero is just too young? 5:44 PM
Monday, August 30, 2010
these things of worth. today was like most mondays: i went to work, sorted through footage, went home, and ate dinner...but unlike most days, today was different. today something got through to me. today was a day that reminded me that there IS wonder, there IS compassion, there IS possibility in life. there is hope and there is the positive. today i learned where i didn't think i quite would today i was moved where i didn't know i could be. i honestly and sincerely think that this is the future: http://thewildernessdowntown.com/ 9:45 PM
Thursday, August 26, 2010
uneasy rest. for the first time in my life since i was about two years old, i will not be in school; my life is unplanned so to speak and i really do not have a "set" schedule. what freedom i should be thinking. i should be feeling ecstatically liberated to reach this opportunity so early on; leisure of being is something i probably will not be able to experience for some time. so why the abject uneasiness? why the increasing unbidden subdued rolls of anxiety? and mostly why all the guilt pressuring my person into feeling like i should be "doing" something? ask me and i tell you i should be being productive. but what does that really mean. for the majority of my life and all of my conscious one, i have been in a structure - that being school or some sort of activity related to it. i have been so conditioned, and i am not speaking in the bitter anti-establishment sentiment my generation likes to attribute to our demagogic heroes of idealism, nee the 1960s, but rather school is the only pattern of time i have ever known, whether it is fingerpaint & naptime during preschool or history of film and the study of medicine through archaeology in college. and although i am still not yet a graduate (the final childhood milestone i have not yet passed), i have a whole year- dreihundertfunfundsechzig Tage- where i am at my own personal version of absolute freedom. what to do, what to do. i guess all i wish is that i stop feeling so guilty; like something is wrong. i need to erase the old patterns and learn new steps; wear a new path - trailblaze! at least i am going to work so for most of the day i will have something to do...and i am one of three interns now so the loneliness of being a beginner (n00b) is a shared funny awkward smile. ta dah! 7:06 PM
Monday, August 23, 2010
hi my name is. hello again. i've been meaning to write more often, but as i am often reminded (the hypothetical theoretical cannot trounce the practical and extant), meaning to is not the same as to-ing or doing for your english preference. and whoops whaddya know it, summer is gone (or should be) already. i would swear to you that i just got off the plane from a ten-hour joy ride in cabine-ized recycled air, but that's lying with a straight face (something i'm not gifted, highly or otherwise, in). as fast as time has gone it has been just as slow. and again, i could report on every detail, reporting back the history of every erstwhile emotion, physical up&down, and the play-by-play highlights. but i won't. i'm turning that leaf again as i have finally read and comprehended that page (besides who likes whine unless it comes with cheese or in a box?). so suspense delayed in perpetua, here is life as i know it: as previously stated (have your lawyer read it) i have, genuinely/honestly, been meaning to post for the past month...or at least since t-minus yesterday evening. so here is the catch-up&mustard slo-mo camera playback... i am officially an intern...i feel like intern=medical drama on primetime tv or someone in business attire scurrying up capital steps, but stereotypes aside, i am she, the intern (although today that party is now a number of two). all things considered, i have a pretty sweet deal (it is the trade-off of the downward spin of fortuna...). never would have thought i would find myself here in this industry, but i am pretty goshdarn lucky to have this job...and i get to see all the fireworks&magic of tv land - just a hop, skip, and jump across from bob's airport (if i remember correctly, my favorite meatballs&furniture combo store is not too far away). the work is not too bad, the co-workers are immensely helpful and nice, the experience is much. pretty excited to see "my" stuff air...technically speaking i am just doing some of the groundwork necessary crucial to the mechanisms of getting something on air (the archstone of all tv gruntwork...) regardless, i don't think my luck and this opportunity could be better. (if only i got paid, right?) not to mention i get to futz around on giant macs and the assorted company of apple's outfit...kind of makes my pc (read: me) feel shabby...like i came dressed in a knock-off pair again. anyhow, aside from being "the intern" i have decided to spend my time wisely, including and not limited to, setting little goals for myself, testing my ideals, character, and self-discipline (or at least developing it)...not to mention finding heart, soul, and body. goal #1 for this week: go a whole day without eating meat (purpose will be explained upon achieving said goal; to date goal has not been reached - but will try again tomorrow) goal #2 for this week: get off my butt and get in shape - preferably twice this week (baby steps because everyone knows cold turkey extremes never work...i am aiming for long-term habit and behavior transitions here) want: too much to express or cover - must wait longer achievement to date: ability to focus better (read: on track to becoming multi-tasking wizard)--> finished the projects i set out to today...deliverables done! (here you go network) so, i'll check in later. i think i promise. it was nice to meet you. glad to be working with you. ...night, night, don't let the bed bugs bite... 8:55 PM
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Boston. It feels different. Ha. :) 4:55 AM
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Going Nowhere. I slept more than I've ever slept in my life this past weekend. Depression will do that to you. (Not talking, I'm-going-to-slit-my-wrists-depression but more the I-don't-have anything-to-be-awake-for-depression). I left my house yesterday for the first time since Saturday night. Suffering from Cabin Fever, it was weird to see daylight and hey, I got my dad to feel sorry for me. He gave me 18 bucks. Wow, all-time low. I, determined not to go insane, hit the gym first thing this morning. Drove my ass there and home and now my father says I scratched his car. I don't know HOW that happened, but God knows he didn't scratch it because ladies and gentleman, I can admit, my dad's a pretty bomb driver. Not to mention, the ONLY thing I have going for me right now is that I was asked to contribute to a business magazine which is pretty awesome or would be if I didn't sound like a retard and didn't have about 300 words of nothing. So, I don't leave my house for days and the moment I'm going somewhere I scratch my mode of transportation!? Coincidence.. Ugh, its a sign. Going nowhere fast. I should just go back to bed.. 2:49 PM
Monday, May 17, 2010
Nomad. I am home. I am officially unpacked. I am moved back in to my parent’s house. My room is empty. Available. All mine. And yet, I have taken to sleeping on the couch. Again. I mean, I’ll make my way back to my bed eventually. There’ll come a night where the couch brings a knot in my shoulder and I’ll leave for back purposes. Plus, my parents won’t let me keep this on for long, I’m sure. “You have a bed right there and you’re sleeping on the couch!?” But I don’t have cable in my room and my parents attribute the fact that I sleep out in the living room for the TV. But really, I think I have come to terms with the fact that I don’t live here anymore. There’s something exciting, temporary about sleeping on a couch. I feel like a nomad, waiting for, as the cliché goes, the wind to blow me in a different path.Sleeping on the couch puts me in the center of the morning commotion caused by those who are letting me crash here. I have no commitments, no reason to wake up, no reason to leave the house. Still, I get up early, leave no trace, wash my face and I’m out the door. Here's to an active summer life 'cause I don't intend on this being a "break." Keep you updated. Drea. 1:39 AM
Saturday, May 1, 2010
storm cure. 10:16 PM
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
language arts. they say you learn something new everyday; but what about learning something old everyday? today, what i have learned is this: that an essay has a thesis and that an essay is not just one paragraph (unless you're william faulkner...which you are not) and a topic sentence goes at the beginning of a paragraph on the writing process: step one, come up with and idea step two, come up with an outline; "rehearse" the idea step three, write several drafts and revisions before proofreading a final edit one hour and fifteen minutes was spent on this, today this semester more than one lecture has been spent on how to write an essay, what a thesis is, what a paragraph is, and how to spell (along with a basic exhaustive run through of grammatical structures and punctuation) in the past two years in higher education, i have spent several more hours and lectures and discussions and seminars on the how-to's of writing, thesis formation, and evidential support (not jurisprudence) my major? not english. not literature. not comparative lit. not creative writing. none of the above (although i was formally declared such once upon a time, my duration as the dime-a-dozen english ba seeker was not, mind you, spent learning about commas and topic sentences) so why all this revision and repetition on how to write papers? obviously i am not in anyway taking courses that have to do with writing tutorialship but, then again, why is it that i find myself time and time again doing that? correct me if i am wrong, but didn't we all learn what a topic sentence was in grade school? with our language arts journals? or did i make that all up? here i am, twenty years old and aging, and i am doing the same routine my nine year old self did so early on. and that was not advanced then, nor is it now. shocking right? as a sophomore in 300-level courses and specifically designated "honors" college courses, i am doing the same things i did in middle school. and the clincher? i'm paying 36K/yr to do so. to be honest, i do not know how to process all this. on one hand i'm pissed, because my money and my time is being wasted on doing infantile exercises that we all should already know, and not just know, but things that should be second nature. instead of rehashing lessons on what a fragment is and where an apostrophe goes, should i not be attending to the stuff of "higher" learning? what does it mean that i am spending more time on how to write a paper than the paper's subject matter itself? then again, perhaps there is a reason for the revisiting of, in my eye's at least, the basic principles of having a working knowledge of the english language (or any language for that matter) if professors feel the need to lecture and discuss this material, then there must be something us students are doing to prompt such action. is it really that common for a set of college kids to not know what a topic sentence is? much less how to write a paper with a fleshed out and supported thesis? this seems to be the case, as this is the only thing i can conclude from having spent at least 5 separate lectures this semester discussing these issues. this is truly something sad. or am i just off the mark, since i spent most of my primary school years doing the same thing? which i don't think i am. i am a child of the nation's second largest school district, which just so conveniently has a 40% high school graduation rate. i used to think, after settling in here far off the west coast, that my education lacked something in comparison. we never had foreign exchange student programs (with one exception if i remember correctly). we never had trips to the capital or abroad. we could barely afford new books and enough chairs. and the arts and music programs were under constant threat of being cut ("under budgeted" as they say) new teachers were fired before they had a chance to inspire; tenured teachers stayed on to harass and harangue fresh crops of students year after year. we had "race" riots, bomb threats, and asbestos leaking through the ceilings and floor tiles. and yet, perhaps i was wrong. perhaps i did get an education. because, if i remember right, the majority of us know what a topic sentence is. and most of us know how to write papers. and a lot of us have a working knowledge of the english language. the irony right? a district that graduates less than half of its students, where administrators have fancier bathrooms than those on school grounds and students have textbooks leftover from circa 1960-something, the remnants of cold war american education reform, teaches its students the basics of writing. a city where english is not the only language you will hear walking down the streets, and depending on location, sometimes the last tongue present. yet compare it to here, where the majority of students come from in-state and it can be safely said that they all speak english around their dinner tables...yet, there is an issue of many people not knowing what a topic sentence is. am i just making a mountain out of a mole hill? is this issue really not a problem? well, i think it is. especially since this is the equivalent of multiplication tables for language. and since in some classes where i am the youngest and just about everyone else is graduating in two weeks. and since i am paying extraordinary amounts to be re-learning and re-learning and re-learning this. and since the areas where most of this re-education is occurring is in the specifically designated "special" honors college. college professors, you blame such things like instant chat, facebook, twitter, and just the general ubiquity of the internet for the destruction of the english language. why not spend your overwrought words and bated breath critiquing our education system? instead of looking first to the youth and leaping to blame us for our ignorance (and lumping us all in a category together), why not instead look to our schools in-state and out? at least you are attempting to correct mistakes. but really, do you think it is in the best interest of our time and yours to be going over such easy things? maybe i'm beating a dead horse. or maybe i'm just beating air. but, at such a high cost, i cannot really afford to so easily accept this. is not the point of higher education to be learning new and advanced things? it's all supposed to be different (and by different, better) from grades k-12. maybe i expect too much. but would you not expect the same for the same cost? or is this the price of today's basic education package? do i need to pay more to get more? is that how it works? i guess i can leave this year with one hope: that upon my return, we will all have hopefully learned our lessons, and i need not ever hear a lecture on topic sentences again. 4:00 PM
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Alice Tom Waits has a way of giving sentiment to just about any human expression. For this, Mr. Waits gets a shiny golden star. 9:41 PM
Window Seat Erykah Badu strips down for her video “Window Seat”, which premiered on her site (http://erykahbadu.com) on Saturday in downtown Dallas. With an ode to the Kennedy Assassination, Badu parks her car and walks through Dallas removing an article of clothing every few seconds. When she is completely nude, she is shot in the head and the word “groupthink” bleeds out of her gun wound. After the premiere of her video, Badu went on a tweeting frenzy asking her followers to define groupthink welcoming both criticism and support. With the strong message that individuality is assassinated among our society, Badu hits hard with her demonstration of courage. She got up and “ran like hell,” she said via Twitter. Music is a powerful communicator, but so often, the communication is one-way. Badu is using music to not only send a message but to have a conversation. With lyrics like “I just want a chance to fly/a chance to cry/ and a long bye bye/ but I need you to miss me” she expresses the fight between striving for individuality and wanting to be accepted. Though the song is powerful itself, the video doesn’t highlight the song as in most music videos. Instead the song sits in the background playing the part of a soundtrack. Promoting self love, Badu released the video only 3 days before the album release leaving me anxiously ready for my next course in “Baduizm.” New Amerykah Part Two (Return of the Ankh) drops Tuesday. 8:04 PM
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