CeReBrAL GuMbo.....: hERe gOEs NOthiNG....

hERe gOEs NOthiNG....

Posted by Rhonda |

Now Playing (just 'cause you need to be on game--not because it has anything to do with Nothing...lol):

I know my style don't match ur lifestyle.
Ms. Corporate Chick meet Mr. Wild Child
You stack it up while I just freestyle,
For a while, let's see how it goes.
Even though it's so heavenly;
I see you back steppin' so steadily.
Why can't we let it happen and just let it be;
Why can't we let it breathe oh! -Right or Wrong, Eric Roberson--the Left album

I'm itching to write, but I have no ideas--how bad does that suck? So I started my blog to give my two-cents to the world about everything from current events to Indian cuisine (which I find quite gross by the way--too much coconut. YUCK!).

I started out like I normally would--looking through newspapers and pop mags,trying to find something that aggravated me to the point of spontaneous combustion or excited me enough to fawn over it (kind of how I used to be in high school about B2K--but that's another blog.) Then I saw an article on a site called www.blackagendareport.com about the Boondocks being the voice of the black community. This almost moved me enough to express my irritation with how it is such a crying shame that with all of the black rappers/singers/actors and athletes in this country, the views/concerns of an entire race is being represented by a satirical cartoon (kudos to Aaron McGruder though for putting the issues out there). But alas, I wanted to blog on a happy note today. :)

Feeling even more at a loss, I tuned into my Pandora (my lifeline of sorts) to get some musical inspiration; I was thinking maybe my Eric Roberson (and if you don't know who he is, you should die a slow death and maybe sit down for a cup of Kool-Aid with the real Jim Jones....or you can just youtube him--your choice) station will unclog the crap that is blocking my writing flow.
While listening to my tunes, I thought maybe I should write about that feeling you get when you hear songs you love. You know that feeling of really FEELing the music--eyes closed, vibing, in your own space--I'm getting butterflies just thinking about it! Maybe I could write about how a really good rhyme over a really good beat can turn your day from melancholy to melodious. Nah, I'm not feeling a blog about that either.

Maybe I could just talk about how I'm waiting on pins and needles for the newest installments of the Vampire Academy or the Anita Blake series to to get to my house (Richelle Mead and Laurell K. Hamilton are geniouses). Yes, I enjoy my share of vampire lore. And NO you'd better not judge me! But I figured there weren't enough nerdy bookworms like myself out there to fully appreciate a blog about that.

Or I could write about how there are so many pseudo-thugs in Hip-Hop. How David Banner was once SGA (Student Government Association) President--before earning an MBA. Or Plies who has perfect diction in interviews, but sounds like he's talking with his mouth full on wax. Heck, even Lil' Wayne almost had a degree, and I don't have to list too much more about that--you listen to the radio...

So I guess I've decided to write about nothing. Not books, not counterfeit thug rappers, not music--my love, not racial grievances, not any of the above. Maybe I should've written about how I always end up rhyming when I write (unconsciously living out my rap star dreams--eh?). In the end, I can't decided on anything so here goes nothing.

Peace