Friday, July 30, 2010

It's no secret to avid Georgia Mae readers that I absolutely despise Kanye West's last album, 808s and Heartbreak. I'd rather have scalding hot ice picks shoved into my ears while tongue kissing Jabba the Hut than to let that album anywhere near my CD player again. It's by far my least favorite album in the past 10 years.

So that begs the question - what was the worst album prior to Kanye's disaster? Believe it or not, that (dis)honor would go to Zhane's second album, Saturday Night. It might sound odd but it's true - I absolutely hated this album back in the late 90s. I recently gave it fresh listen to see if it's as bad as I remember. Let's reminisce and find out.

Jean Norris and Renee Neufville joined forces in 1993 to become "Jean-Nee," or Zhane, as part of Queen Latifah's Flavor Unit clique. It didn't take them long to set radiowaves ablaze with "Hey Mr. DJ." That cut was played at EVERY party for the next year. Their helpfully titled debut, Pronounced Jah-Nay, dropped the following year.

It didn't take long for the album to go platinum, thanks to more feel-good songs like "Groove Thang" and mid-tempo jams like "Sending All My Love" that showcased their harmonies.

That same year, they contributed "Shame" to the Low Down Dirty Shame Soundtrack. Man, those 90s soundtracks were better than most albums today.

In 1996, the duo returned with magically longer hair for their dreaded sophomore album, Saturday Night. After listening to it for the first time in about 15 years I could only come up with one reason why I hated it so...

...Back in high school, I must have suffered from an ear infection that poisoned my brain because this album isn't bad at all. It's actually pretty good!

It's far from perfect, of course. The lead single, "Request Line," might be pretty fun but it's the SAME CONCEPT they used for "Hey Mr. DJ." Who would be dumb enough to keep releasing songs that sound exactly the same over and over again?

Oh wait...

Anyway, Saturday Night certainly has some dull tracks, but Renee and Jean's voices mesh so well together that they make virtually every slow jam exceptional. Check out the second single "Crush," and "For The Longest Time." Their voices blend in such harmony that they become indistinguishable. In a good way, that is.

Should They Come Back?: Last I heard, the pair had gone their separate ways, but if they decided to reunite and stick to the Saturday Night formula, they would fit comfortably into today's "urban adult contemporary" category. I could easily see them headlining a show along with current acts like Urban Mystic and Vivian Green.

Mark this down because it doesn't happen often - I admit I've been wrong for years. Zhane brings the goods. And I'd much rather listen to Saturday Night than kiss this guy:

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

When did Baby Jai officially become Lady Jai?

Inspired by the post "Am I a Man Yet?" over at the Good Men Project, Jezebel's Anna North yesterday posed this question: Becoming A Woman: When Does That Happen Anyway? She writes: 

First period? Yeah, right — my mom was still packing my lunch. Losing my virginity? This one did make me feel different, but not necessarily more mature. And I'm not sure I like the idea of marking anyone's entry into womanhood by the entry of a penis. Living alone for the first time? That did force me to grow up a lot, but now I have a roommate again — does that mean I'm back to girlhood?

North's intriguing post got me to thinking, Am I a woman yet? Sure, I'm 29 with good credit, but I still go gaga over all things Hello Kitty and I just love that Justin Bieber. I'm mature enough to know that it's okay to leave the house without makeup despite what magazines tell us; but things like my weight leave me feeling as insecure as a 13-year-old plagued with acne and a flat chest.   

I often call Louisville the hometown of my heart and I tell folks that Birmingham may be where I grew up, but Louisville is where I became a woman. Or at least I think I did. In Louisville I found my voice as a writer and I found my husband. Don't get me wrong. I don't think  either a career or a marriage equals true womanhood, but I think I deserve some points for successfully balancing both. Also, marriage helps you rein in your selfishness  and teaches you the art of compromise -- both of which obviously make you a more mature person.  

But to be honest, many days I feel like a big kid who wants to skip everywhere she goes and eat ice cream before dinner. I'm impossibly restless with a short attention span. Therefore, as soon as I settle in a place, I'm ready to move again. 

Lately, I've been focusing on spiritual maturity because I can tell you without a doubt that in that realm I'm about 12 years old. I have faith that as I grow closer to God and begin to do the things I was created to do, the insecurity and disquietude that haunt me will melt away. And perhaps then I will finally feel like a woman. But I'm still not giving up my Hello Kitty.

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Wednesday, July 28, 2010

As my friends and loyal readers know, I am proud to be a curly girl. But a few times a year I like to switch things up and rock straight hair. When this happens most people don't even recognize me. Honestly, I  barely feel like the real me when my hair is straight. Having straight hair makes me do things -- like freak out when it starts raining or worry about how much I'm sweating at the gym -- that are completely out of character for me. I must also field annoying questions like: Girl, did you finally get a perm? and Why you don't wear your hair like that all the time? Nonetheless, it's still fun to do something different and best of all I can actually wear cute hats, hats that simply will not fit over my wild and crazy curls. 

So how do I straighten my hair? Uh, I don't. I don't have the patience or upper body strength to straighten my own hair. The last time I attempted to do that was 2002. Seriously. And even back then it wasn't worth it, because I'd spend half the day standing before a mirror sweating for my hair to turn out looking something like this:

So when I'm in the mood to play it straight I'm off to see Kim Jordan. Kim is the master stylist at 1 Hair Expert in Montgomery, Alabama. You know she's good if I'm willing to drive 80 miles to see her. Her impressive, yet inexpensive work is definitely worth the trek down I-65. Her rate is half what I paid my stylist in Louisville, and she does amazing things with a pair of scissors. No one has ever cut my hair as well as she does. Best of all, she has NEVER EVER tries to talk me into getting a relaxer. 

 Kim and I before the transformation begins

To begin, Kim washes my hair with Dudley Moisturizing Shampoo and then it's time for my deep conditioning. I love the conditioner she uses. It feels so wonderful on my scalp that I look forward to it while I'm driving down the highway and I ask for it by name. Okay, I don't actually ask for it by name. Instead I ask, "Are you going to use the tingly conditioner?" Last week, Kim informed me that it's called Syntonics Repair Therapy Intensive Conditioner. It's enriched with peppermint, tea tree and green tree oils, hence the tingly. After applying the conditioner she pins up my hair, places a plastic cap on my head and sits me under a dryer for a few minutes. 

After rinsing, Kim applies a cocktail of Kera Care Leave-In Conditioner and Kera Care Silk & Seal Blow Dry Lotion before blow drying my hair with the Chi Rocket blow dryer.

Finally, she applies Redken Iron Silk, a thermal protectant spray, and smooths out my tresses with the FHI Platform flat iron, starts at the nape of my neck and moving up. And voila!

The process takes her about two hours, including the time she spends trimming my ends and restoring my layers. That's about one fourth of the time it took me to look like frizzy fellow up top. Kim, you're awesome. 

Hooray for hats!

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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Dru Hill

InDRUpendence Day (released July 27, 2010)

I've often talked here about how my 21-year-old brother-in-law and I clash on music. I like Janelle Monae's eclectic style, he likes Soulja Boy's "Pretty Boy Swag." Gag.

But one group we do agree on is Dru Hill. The quartet has captivated listeners since 1996, stood tall as one of the last great groups of the modern R&B era (are there any R&B groups left these days?) and their fanbase remains rabid today. I mean, if a 21-year-old knows the lyrics to EVERY song they've put out, they definitely have made their mark.

But as you all know, the 90s were a long time ago. Member Woody left after the group's second album dropped and Sisqo went on the be one of the biggest stars of the new millenium (well, for a couple of months, anyway). The group reunited and added new member Scola and released a decent, but overlooked, album a few years later. Woody and Scola left again.

A couple of years ago, Woody returned to the group for approximately 10 minutes before running off again, leaving the group members squabbling on national radio. Check out the carnage here.

Enter my boy Keith Sweat to save the day! Keith took the three remaining members, along with newbie Tao, under his wing to help them create one last masterpiece.

Keith Sweat: Humanitarian.

And although Keith's intentions were good, sadly, Dru's fourth studio album, InDRUpendence Day, doesn't recapture the magic of their classic 1996 debut.

Let me alleiviate any doubt - the group proves they can still bring it on the ballads. The anguished "Away" is how Dru Hill became famous - meshing their melodies into one package. Yeah, Sisqo sounds a bit strained ("probably smoked his voice up," according to my bro-in-law) but the harmonizing lends support. Tao stands tall among his comrades on the equally impressive "Back to the Future." Just check out those high notes as Dru reminsices about the good times. Makes me reminisce too.

But the rest of the album falls short. With the exception of "Below Zero," most of the uptempo tracks like "Shut It Down," "Whatcha Do" and "She Wants Me" are extremely unimaginative and generic.

The production of "Remain Silent" has Keith's fingerprints all over it but the corny "you have the right to remain silent in the court of luvvvv" lyrics are too much to stomach. "State of Emergency" is another track that wastes solid production on bizarre lyrics. The dudes sing about "kidnapping a girl's heart" but it sounds more like they're stalking her.

"Can't Stop" is a perfect ode to the group's vices because they sound high as a Georgia Pine on that track (I got that from my mother-in-law). And stay far, FAR away from "Rule the World," the ear-splitting remake of the 80s Tears for Fears song. Nokio tries to channel Mos Def on the track, but fails as he kicks lame conscious raps, then spends the last minute of the song explaining those raps to the listener!

Sadly, most of InDRUpendence Day sounds extremely unfocused. This isn't the comeback my bro-in-law and I were waiting for, but a few flashes of brilliance give me hope for a more polished follow-up.

Whip 'em into shape, Keith.

Best tracks: "Away," "Back to the Future," "Below Zero"

3 stars out of 5
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Monday, July 26, 2010

Just a couple of hours ago on Facebook a friend of mine told me how appalled she was to hear an analyst put Nicki Minaj on the same level Lauryn Hill.

Either that analyst was Lil Wayne or that person's brain is totally fried - which is more proof that the analyst was Lil Wayne.

Even at her craziest, Lauryn was head and shoulders above her peers. Just listen to her new track, "Repercussions." This is the best Lauryn has sounded in years. Hopefully an album is on the way.

Check it out before the Internet police snatch away the link.

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Rick Ross

Teflon Don (released July 20, 2010)

I don't understand all the controversy surrounding Rick Ross.

A few years ago, when he was outed as a former corrections officer and not some big-time drug lord, the music world was shocked.

Do y'all really believe everything that comes out of these rappers' mouths?

While it's no secret that a few of 'em have dabbled in shady enterprises, I guarantee that NONE of them made a fortune selling drugs. If they were so rich, why would they bother rapping in the first place? I don't see any Macy's executives stepping down to work the registers at the mall.

Rick Ross is a fraud. So what? Aren't they all? And for those of you who don't mind Rawssssssse spinning tales about his riches and women, you'll love Teflon Don.

Ross' rhymes may be extremely one-dimensional, but he makes up for it with some of the best-produced beats I've heard in years. The J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League continues their string of stellar tracks with the "Aston Martin Music," "I'm A Star" and the standout, the cinematic "Maybach Music 3." The production is so good that you tend to not realize that Ross is telling his same ol' tall tales.

The Bawsssssssse gets lots of lyrical help too - Cee-Lo Green's soulful hook elevates "Tears of Joy," Kanye West leaves Ross in the dust, totally owning "Live Fast, Die Young," and T.I., Jadakiss and even Erykah Badu show up on the aforementioned "Maybach Music 3." That jail stint must have fired up T.I. because he has vastly improved his game. Maybe Ross needs to be locked up for a bit. He's familiar with jail, being a CO and all.

"Free Mason" is yet another standout, but again, not really because of Ross. The Inkredibles live up to their name with a well-crafted beat, John Legend's vocals smooth out the rough edges, and Jay-Z finally addresses those ridiculous rumors of him being linked to the Illuminati. According to Jay, "I said I was amazing/not that I'm a Mason." Of course, it's not like he would admit it if the rumors were true...

The only track where Ross himself isn't an afterthought is street banger "B.M.F. (Blowin' Money Fast)" Yeah, he takes a back seat once again, this time to Styles P (who drops a great reference to the video game Red Dead Redemption), but Rawssssse holds his own, sounding like raspy Terrence Howard from Hustle and Flow. "M.C. Hammer" tries to replicate "B.M.F" (actually, a little TOO closely) but Gucci Mane totally ruins it with his brain-dead Dr. Suess raps. Ugh, Gucci is like that disgusting relative that makes everyone cringe at family gatherings - he walks in the door and immediately stinks up the place.

Rawssse certainly knows how to play the game. He masquerades his lyrical shortcomings with outstanding production, fantastic guest artists and more tales of the fast life. Teflon Don is like a blockbuster film bloated with CGI affects - you're aware of the smoke and mirrors, but you're entertained nonetheless.

Best tracks: "B.M.F," "Mayback Music 3," "Free Mason"

3.5 stars out of 5
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Syleena Johnson is the daughter of '60s R&B singer Syl Johnson and Brenda Thompson, America's first black female police commissioner.  She got an early start in music and was influenced by powerful soul singers such as Aretha Franklin, Al Green and Mavis Staples.  Syleena is not only a singer, but she is also a plus-sized model and has worked for Ashley Stewart.  She has released five albums, including a greatest hits collection. Enjoy! 

-- Desiree

"Guess What"

Also check out "Shoo Fly" from Syleena's album Chapter 4: Labor Pains.
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Friday, July 23, 2010

Check out this excellent analysis of the Shirley Sherrod controversy. It was written by my very talented friend Traci Curry of BET News. 

Opinion: On Sherrod Case, Obama Missed Opportunity to Lead
By Traci Curry, BET News

If anyone had a reason to make a racist rant about sticking it to whitey, it was Shirley Sherrod. 

This is a woman who lived through a time when racism was more than an invisible injustice that infects our institutions.  Shirley Sherrod has lived with the kind of racism that marches up to your front door and batters its way inside – like it did in 1965 when her father was murdered by a white man who went unprosecuted and unpunished, despite – as she tells it – the presence of three witnesses to the crime...

Click here to read the article. 
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I have a confession. I love young adult literature. I could lie and say I read it because of my job, but I had a soft spot for YA novels long before I added high school English teacher to my resume. So I was pretty excited when I learned that "Sex and the City" creator Candace Bushnell had published The Carrie Diaries, a young adult novel that chronicles Carrie Bradshaw’s senior year of high school.

In the novel we see Carrie as a 17-year-old girl from a small town in Connecticut, which she can't wait to escape. While her father wants her focusing on getting accepted into Brown University, she's a bit distracted by boys and dreams of the Big Apple. After being rejected once, she's determined to get into a summer writing program at The New School in New York. Meanwhile, all her friends are starting to have sex and she suddenly fears she'll be a virgin forever. And then there's the new kid in town -- Sebastian Kydd, a bad boy she's had a crush on since she was 12. 

I’ve mentioned before that while I envy Carrie's wardrobe and career, her character sometimes annoys. me. But when I read this novel I found myself absolutely falling in love with teenage Carrie.

Edd asked me if I was fond of her because she reminded me of myself as a teen. Yes and no. Young Carrie Bradshaw, or Bradley as her friends call her, is not exactly a bad girl, but she and her friends smoke and drink, things I was too nerdy and afraid of police to do in high school. Carrie is facing senior year without her mom and while her widowed father means well, he's overly emotional and a bit out of touch. And the family drama keeps coming thanks to the shenanigans of one of her younger sisters.  I've had none of these particular experiences. 

But there is so much about Carrie's story to which I can relate.  She's in love with a boy who's irresistible, yet all wrong for her, and her relationship with him comes between her and her best friend.  Just like teenage Javacia, young Carrie has dreams of moving to New York to become a writer and is beginning to explore the real meaning of feminism. 

The dynamic plot pushes the story along and makes the book a real page-turner that you don't have to be a true fan of the show or the movies to enjoy. You'll have to make yourself put down the book and go to bed. But there's more. Carrie is painted as a remarkably self-aware girl and her wise-beyond-her-years insight into life and human nature add substance to the story making the book more than brain candy, and making Carrie the girl you wish you had as a best friend when you were 17. 

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Thursday, July 22, 2010

My gal pal Lonita recently entered her beautiful baby girl in's Baby & Child Model Search. Visit the site and vote for Baby G!

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Aspiring Pulitzer Prize winners, pay attention.

The wifey introduced me to a really interesting site recently. "I Write Like" analyzes your prose and compares it to famous authors. Just copy and paste a few paragraphs into the field provided, and about a second later your work will be compared to some of the greatest writers in history.

So, who does our esteemed blogmistress write like? I popped in her post "When Two Become One," Javacia's piece on changing her name. The site said her work most resembles that of nightmare-maker Stephen King.

She wasn't too happy about that.

I told her to calm down. The site's creator, 27-year-old software developer Dmitry Chestnykh, admits that he's no expert in analyzing literature. Still, it's a fun little experiment.

Of course, yours truly had to try it out too. I popped in my recent review of Janelle Monae's album and apparently I write like David Foster Wallace. I'll admit I barely know anything about the guy (other than he commited suicide a couple of years ago) but Jai seemed impressed.

Here are a few more results:

I popped in a verse from Nas' "Ain't Hard To Tell" and apparently Esco writes like James Fenimore Cooper, the dude who wrote Last of the Mohicans. Uh, OK.

I inserted Andre 3000's closing verse from OutKast's 1996 hit "Elevators (Me and You)" and ol' 3 Stacks's work most resembles that of Mark Twain. Which makes sense - Dre dresses like a sharecropper from the 1800s.

Finally I slapped in Nicki Minaj's atrocious verse from Trey Songz's new track "Bottom's Up." And guess who Icky Nicki most resembles? Stephen King.

No wonder Javacia was so offended.

Drop in some of your writings and let us know what the site says about you.
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010

You know those plastic 3-drawer organizers that people use to store extra clothes? Well, I have one of those in my bathroom, but it's not filled with T-shirts and workout pants. Instead it's full of hair products. And if you rummage through those drawers you'll find the brand Carol's Daughter on most of the loot.

So when I heard about the new Hair Milk line from Carol's Daughter I had to give it a try. I've used the original Hair Milk before and found that it works well to define my curls and prevent frizz when I pair it with Mixed Chicks Leave-In Conditioner. But Kinky Curly Curling Custard has me spoiled and I'm determined to find products that can hold their own solo. I'm also always eager to find shampoos and conditioners tailored to curly hair.

I decided to give the following products a try: Hair Milk Curl Perfecting Shampoo ($16 at Sephora), Conditioner ($19 at Sephora), and the Lite Curl Booster, which is infused with apricot kernel oil and cocoa and shea butters. All three products are paraben and petroleum-free. The shampoo, which is infused with pro-vitamin B5 and vitamin E, won me over with its luscious lather. The conditioner left my hair feeling more moisturized than the Tui Hair Smoothie by Carol's Daughter that I currently use for deep conditioning. I stepped out the shower smelling like a freshly peeled citrus fruit. The shampoo and conditioner are infused with lemon and orange essential oils, so if you don't like these scents, don't buy this product. I don't mind the smell of citrus, though, so I will definitely keep these in my collection. 

Honestly, I didn't expect the Lite Curl Booster to do much for me. The original Hair Milk couldn't tame my mane on its own and as thick as my hair is I doubted if anything called "lite" would do the trick. I even purchased a tiny 2 ounce bottle ($9 at Sephora) because I was sure I'd only use it a few times. Full of skepticism, I combed the product through my damp hair and after my tresses were detangled I applied another coat of the curl booster and then let my hair air dry as usual. 

I was so impressed with the results! I did have some frizz, but nothing out of the ordinary, and that was far outweighed by how light and bouncy my curls were.  I hoped the photos would convey this, but I'm not sure that they do. Nonetheless, you can see the Hair Milk Curl Boosting Trio didn't leave me looking like Buckwheat. Check it out: 

Tell me about the natural hair care products you've tried lately. 

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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Last week I went to Virginia to visit my in-laws. I hadn't seen them since 2008. Thanks to a car accident that left me unable to exercise for a couple months, a stressful new job that left little time for the gym, and my decision to turn eating into a hobby I've picked up more than a few extra pounds during those two years. And you know how family can be -- quick to tell you how plump you look these days. I spent the weeks leading up to the trip trying to build up my self-esteem so I could handle the fat comments. But I get there and not a single person says anything to me about my weight. Instead folks tell me I look great. 

What I wasn't prepared for was this: On Sunday morning Edd and I went to his family's church. A deaconess, whom I've met before, gave me a big hug, told me I'm gorgeous, and exclaimed that Edd and I are perfect for each other. Then she grabbed my stomach and said, "But tell me, why haven't you had any babies yet?! How old are you? 29! What are you waiting on? You know the only purpose of your marriage is to create life."

Whoa! So things like love, friendship and partnership mean absolutely nothing? And what if I can't have children? Does that mean my marriage is doomed?

This exchange was just the beginning of a theme for the trip. We were asked at least once a day by a friend or family member why I wasn't popping out babies yet, but these questions seemed pretty harmless. However, my discussion with the deaconess would haunt me for the remainder of the trip. And the encounter reminded me of the times at my church in Kentucky when I had the scripture "Be fruitful and multiply" (Genesis 1:28) thrown in my face when I said Edd and I weren't in a rush to have kids.  

To judge a woman's worth by her womb is ridiculous. I know this. I preach this. Yet when someone throws religion in the mix I feel unsteady. I feel like I need to apologize for something and I'm terrified to admit to church leaders that I'm not sure if I want to be a mother ever. What's wrong with me? Why do religious authorities leave me quaking in my pumps? 

I want to be a fruitful writer and multiply the love, good works and inspiring texts in this world. Why can't that be enough?

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Monday, July 19, 2010

Jose James has been on the international music scene since 2008. His musical style is a combination of soul, hip hop and jazz.  He has collaborated with Flying Lotus, Basement Jaxx and Jazzanova.  Enjoy!


"Visions of Violet," featuring Flying Lotus
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Friday, July 16, 2010

Thanks to the recommendation of a few friends, I'm now hooked on Omarosa's horrible dating show on TV One, "Donald J. Trump Presents: The Ultimate Merger." It's the typical Flavor of Love reality dating show, which gives the extremely annoying Omarosa an excuse to push around a bunch of sorry men.

One of her victims is former R&B heartthrob Al B Sure (I refuse to use the exclamation point after his name). And long-time R&B fans will remember Al B's equally light-skinned (and therefore, adored) cousin, Christopher Williams.

Well, "remember" might be a stretch - these days, all Christopher Williams is remembered for is yelling "Don't wake me, I'm dream-maaying!!!!!," dumping Halle Berry and bumbling around the set of New Jack City.

Let me help you recall some of his finer moments.

Williams came on the scene in 1989 and apparently donned his best prom suit for the cover of his debut, Adventures in Paradise. The first single, "Talk To Myself," was part of that era's huge New Jack Swing movement, while the follow-up "Promises, Promises" was the typical slow jam. Neither were groundbreaking.

Williams really hit his stride two years later, playing the role of Kareem Akbar in my favorite movie ever, New Jack City. I never understood his character - was he supposed to be mentally disabled, or was he just a moron? Eh, it doesn't matter. New Jack City certainly isn't high-brow cinema.

The soundtrack for that film spawned Williams' biggest hit, "I'm Dreamin." It hit No. 1 on the R&B charts. On an unrelated note, I didn't realize until researching for this post that nearly all early 90s videos feature giant fans that spin in the shadows - WHY?

Following his newfound success, Williams dropped Changes the following year, which went on to be his most successful release. "All I See," in my humble opinion, is probably the best song of his career. The uptempo "Every Little Thing U Do" was a decent hit too. I never understood why he was randomly running down a beach in the video, though. At least there were no giant oversized fans around.

Williams returned buck-naked with an ugly tribal mask for 1995's Not A Perfect Man. Why does he have a mask? You'll have to ask Kareem Akbar, I guess. "Dance 4 Me" was pretty good and Williams' voice was a strong as ever but the single never got off the ground. It's a shame too - Williams was moving beyond the generic New Jack Swing formula and finding himself but I guess it was too late.

And speaking of too late, Williams took a long break and returned in 2001 with Real Men Do. I'm not sure who approved the rounded razor-line he sports on the album cover but he needs to borrow that tribal mask again. Real Men Do was barely a blip on the R&B radar but check out the beautiful "Violin" - he clearly still had some skills.

That album wrapped up Williams' recording career - for now, anyway. Instead, he has focused on acting, starring in Chitlin Circuit plays like "The Clean Up Woman." So the next time "Your Sugar is Too High To Box With God" comes to your town, look for Williams on the marquee.

Should He Come Back?: Christopher Williams has always been an oddly underappreciated talent. Yeah, ladies squealed and fell all over themselves for him but that attention overshadowed his vocal ability. At this point in his career, he might be better served appealing to his fans in plays than on iTunes.

But if he decides to film New Jack City 2, I'll be the first in line.
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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Have you ever met a person, who despite being bougie and saddidy (i.e., stuck-up, for the urban-impaired), is just as ghetto as the people they claim to hate?

Well, these days, Kelly Rowland reminds me of those type of people. A couple of days ago the wifey and I heard Kelly's new song, "Grown A** Woman." In it, she does her best to put an obnoxious woman in her place.

Essentially, it's 3 1/2 minutes of the pot calling the kettle black.

Don't believe me? Check it out
Said I'm so grown it's silly

I'm so above fussin', callin' and cussin'

Playin' little games at 5:30 in the morn'

Said it's a shame and a pity,

How everybody throws up,

That they're a grown up,

Then they wanna call me breathin' on the phone.

And I don't understand how he was ever with you, 'cuz he with me now

I'm so grown and intelligent

It's clearly evident that you're a child,

And honey playtime is not right now

OK, I can get with Kelly on this first verse. If some fool was calling me at 5:30 a.m. just to breathe on the phone they better be having an asthma attack and need my assistance. I was never one to tolerate those type of games.

But then, the hook comes in...


But, I'm not gonna get on your level,

Not gonna pull me off my cool.

I'm such a grown a** woman,

I don't got the time to play high school.

You need to get on my level,

Cuz right now you just look like a fool.

I'm such a grown a** woman,

I don't got the time to play high school.

I'm so above all of this and you.

Kelly JUST talked about how immature it was for her adversary to call her on the phone cussing and being immature. So why does she have to respond with MORE cussin'? I know she's mad but she's contradicting herself.

And with lines like "I don't got the time to play high school," Kelly sounds like she needs to return to 10th grade English herself.

You see, that I'm so grown it's silly,

I'm so above fussin'

But if I wasn't,

I'd probably be halfway to your house.

But I'm such a d*** lady,

I'm not gonna mess up my hair,

Tryin' to go there,

Break a d*** nail or a heel tryin' to knock you out.

But you would have a problem, no doubt

No doubt.


On this verse, Kelly sounds like one of those instigating co-workers that will get you in trouble at work. "Grrrl, I saw Betty steal your tea bags. You shouldn't say anything but if that happened to ME I'd pour that tea all over her keyboard."

Next thing you know you're sitting in HR holding your pink slip with tea-stained hands.

That's similar to what Kelly is saying here. She's too good to stoop to her enemy's level, but if she could she'd, well, stoop to her enemy's level. Is it me, or isn't that a bad thing? And why is the threat of messing up her weave the ONLY thing that keeps a ghetto woman from going ballistic at any time?

I guess if I spent $200 on my hair I'd behave too.

I could go back and forth,

Yelling screaming with you,

But be the bigger person,

Is what I choose to do.

I'm his everything now,

All that he never knew,

He could have all he wants with you,

So get a clue, So get a clue,

He's done with you

(Chorus x2)

"All that he never knew," huh? Seems like this dude knows Kelly's type all too well. He dated a irritating lady in the past and landed another one. Kelly might be playing the role of Miss Innocent, you can tell she can't wait for the ex-girlfriend to show up at her house so she'll have an excuse to brawl. Think about it - if Kelly was so pure why is she daydreaming of breaking her nails and shoes upside some lady's head?

The Verdict: Those Houston women sure have a mean streak. Kelly might be grown, but she isn't very classy.
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