I’m all the way here for Glaceau products getting their props, especially Smart Water because that shit is delicious.

Check out L.A. rapper CASEY VEGGIES on his latest giveaway track, “Smart Water” produced by Chuck Strangers – he says he drinks it in the studio while recording; maybe some of you other rappers should follow suit.

…just saying.

Casey Veggies – “Smart Water” [DOWNLOAD]

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Who has two thumbs and WILL be at Barclays Center on December 31st to see Coldplay and Jay-Z live? THIS GIRL!

Coldplay just announced the addition of three shows to their widely successful US tour that will include two shows at Jigga’s precious pet arena and I couldn’t be more amped.  I’ve been trying to see Coldplay live for YEARS and to have the opportunity to ring in the New Year watching these two monumental artists perform on a brand spanking new stage is something I refuse to pass up.

In addition to the New Year’s Eve show, Coldplay will play Barclays the day before (12/30) and the Mohegan Sun Casino in Uncasville, CT on December 29th with Naturally 7 as the opener; tickets for the Mohegan Sun show will go on sale 11/16 at 10AM EST while the Barclays sets will go up for sale 11/17 at 10AM EST.

Coldplay hasn’t sold tickets for an NYC show since 2005 and with Jay on the bill, please know that these tickets WILL sell out within the first hour of them being on sale – not even joking.

Be sure to hit up Live Nation and bookmark that event page so you can refresh it the second tickets go on sale – that’s my secret that I just shared with you, you’re welcome.


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Most times, I find myself wandering aimlessly around the information superhighway in hopes of stumbling across any kind of distraction from my everyday life; my latest success in doing so involves a little podcast called Reality Check brought to you by the folks at the Combat Jack Show which features two fiercely opinionated ladies – NYDelight and JasFly.

I’ve been a fan of Jas’s writing for a while; as someone who aspires to be an entertainment journalist (not the messy kind – you guys know how I feel about that), her pieces are great to read and it’s refreshing to know that the art of music journalism isn’t lost even if it has switched gears from print to digital in the last seven years. Now Delight – that’s what I call her when I talk to the podcast … – I had no real knowledge of before this discovery but having heard her thoroughly entertaining stories over these past weeks I can honestly say I love her to death.

Reality Check is described as “organic” and I couldn’t agree more; with topics ranging from pop culture headlines to relationships, the ladies cover every base imaginable just by conversing casually. It’s not a perfect broadcast – “struggle shows” are quite possible but those are just as great as the broadcasts that are well put together. I suppose it’s the confirmation that even people that you’re sure have it all together all the time have their days too – struggle humanizes us all and RC is a human production.  The environment is fun and playful, but the show just wouldn’t be the same without a weekly appearance by one Just Blaze – super producer extraordinaire, philanthropist and resident awkward. His stories are curated with the speed of someone who’s purposefully trying to mind-fuck you and make for extremely amusing situations.

Why do I listen to Reality Check?  I listen because it speaks to a part of me that is looking for real things while trying to break into a world where there isn’t too much of said real going around.  It’s a great way for me to escape uncertainty in my own life and I unexpectedly gain clarity to make decisions every now and then.  I listen because it entertains me; I laugh until I cry because I’ve had some of the same conversations with my friends so I can relate to everyone who makes an appearance.  Most of all, I listen now because I’m attached to these people and I must know how they’re doing each week.

I look forward to the show growing bigger and gaining the recognition it deserves; I tell everyone I know about it and this post is my way of telling a few more people.


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We’re just two short weeks outside of the biggest election of our generation and with everyone tossing around their opinions, thoughts, and predictions I feel compelled to say something too. No, I am not advising you on who to vote for because honestly, you should know that by now. No slanderous TV ad or whatever should be swaying your decision at this point because all they are is part of a last ditch ‘pick me! pick me!’ effort. Elections are pretty cut and dry: you choose the person whose plan adheres the closest to what YOU want for your future as of now. That’s how I determine my vote, anyway.

I’m digressing, though; like I said, this isn’t to endorse anyone or force my decision onto anyone else. It’s to remember a milestone that many will experience on November 6th – first-time voting.

I’m twenty-six years old (I feel better if I spell it out; don’t judge me) and that means that I’ve been eligible to vote in two other elections before this upcoming one. However, 2008 was the first time I voted and I’ll tell you why: my eighteenth birthday was an election year (lucky me) but I was in Buffalo at school and nobody ever explained the absentee vote to me nor did I get proactive in trying to figure out how I was supposed to go about it, so I sat in my room and watched as George W. Bush won his second term and John Kerry slinked off into the unknown.

Of course if I’d considered the severity of me not voting, I would have worked a little harder to get my ballot in but I learned from this and decided to do better for the next election. In ’08, I was in Texas living my life like it was golden and the election crept up on me. This time, though, I watched debates and all that good stuff but most importantly I made sure I was registered and had my card and valid ID for when the day came. Of course I had to close at my job and I didn’t drive so I couldn’t go on my lunch break to vote like others did so my chauffeur/co-worker – who hadn’t voted yet either and I think he was actually still on the fence about voting – decided to take me after we finished our shift.

We head to the middle school and I’m grinning like shit as I hand over my ID and the lady gives me instructions on how to vote and such. It was a big thing: in all the “living” I’d done in the four years since the last election, this was the first time I actually felt like an adult. As I remember it, I think my co-worker did end up voting but don’t quote me on that. Anyway, I find my booth and head inside. I remember there being a computer screen and looking at a bunch of local names that I had NO earthly idea who they were.

I maybe recognized one or two from seeing their signs en route just a few minutes prior, so I voted for them and just pressed buttons until it got to the part I knew about. I smiled the whole time and stood in the booth for an extra three minutes to make sure my votes were registered like they were supposed to be then I walked out to receive my ‘I Voted’ sticker. I wore it home, yes I did.

Later that night, I sat with my cousin and all three TVs in the house were on news outlets as they tallied the votes – it was the most agonizing three hours ever. I got my vote in and I wanted some results, dammit! I got the results, alright. My cousin, who’s actually more like my aunt in the short time I’d known her,  was 54 years old at the time and had never thought she would see anything like what we’d seen that night it was confirmed that Mr. Barack Obama was named our 44th President of the United States. That lady hugged me so tight and we cried as we saw everyone in Chicago go crazy and cry too.

It wasn’t a boo-hoo, hysterical cry so no need to revoke my G pass – I kept it cute, don’t worry.

I voted because it’s what I’m supposed to do: I’m taking advantage of every single right I have as a citizen of this country because they’re MINE. Hell, I drink alcohol because I’m old enough to do it; I play lotto when I feel like it because I can; I vote because I’m able to and I do it for those who are just as passionate about it but aren’t old enough to vote yet. I have to watch out for them because my kids and my brothers’ kids and my sisters’ kids (when they have them) need to know that we backed up our shit talking.

No matter who you plan on voting for, just do it. It’s none of my business who you vote for – just get up and do it! Hope to see you at the polls on the 6th!

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IMG_0462I have brain farts all the time at the most random moments one can ever imagine. Suddenly, I feel compelled to share them and since you’ve decided that you accept my socially awkward demeanor, guess who gets an all-access pass to my kooky inner workings? Congratulations!

– Have you ever wished that life was like a movie where you could just cut through the awkward shit and pan to the moment after when it all worked out for the best?

– I have a bad habit of bearing my ankles on the coldest days; I need to be more aware.

– Being social at events I cover never gets easier; I saw one of my she-ros last night and was a foot away from her yet said nothing…

– I’ve found that my cozy little box I reside in is hindering me with the assistance of those around me; I like doing things my way though. This is gonna be tough.

– I just want to write all day and eat pasta all night.

– You ever want to drift into town to see ONE person, post up for a few days then leave without anyone else knowing you were there? Me neither; that’s rude, huh? =\

– Saying how you feel is such a novel idea, isn’t it? It’s really cute.

– Seriously, I need to get to the point where I’m able to write all day and eat all night.

– I made an interesting proclamation that I’m completely fine with: I’ll probably be a housewife who writes books and scripts for the rest of her life. I really don’t mind that, though; I have to nurture my future kids’ dopeness and being stuck in some office ain’t gonna cut it!

– Kendrick Lamar’s album really is dope, though (I felt the need to mention something music-related since this blog is centered around it *shrugs*).

Welp that’s it for now; as thoughts come to me, I won’t hesitate to share them because I know you’re dying to read them =)

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hi! my mental is going through tons right now, hence my absence lately, but i need to get this off and work through it. the most effective way i can think of doing this is to write through it, so here is my first entry in my quirky journal. read up on my struggle, won’t you?



I ask myself all of this all the time:

who do I want to be?
what do I plan to do?
when is shit gonna pop?
where is said shit gonna take me once it pops?

The most important question I ask myself is HOW am I going to do all of the things I’ve just listed?

I promise that these are all genuine questions; I haven’t come upon the answers to these just yet. I feel like that’s happened because I haven’t been dedicating enough time to my craft in order for something amazing to happen for me.

It’s hard to give my writing the attention it deserves when I’m going to school and working at such a thankless job that takes up any kind of free time I may have. So what are my options?

I could drop school but I’ve been doing that since ’07 and despite my small gripes here and there, I actually enjoy being in school and want this damn degree once and for all. Scratch that, we’re staying in school.

I could kick this job to the curb, which wouldn’t hurt my feelings at all. Only problem is…I got bills, Gina! This city life is not cheap and I don’t even go out like the average social twentysomething. I like to eat – a lot. I need to eat out here, so completely eliminating a job is out of the question. I could scale back my schedule to allow my focus to be more evenly distributed. That sounds great but either way this current job has to go; it’s counterproductive for me and causes me way too much stress than it’s worth.

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Everybody has an opinion on this love triangle that just was turned into a two-point line in the wee hours of the morning thanks to Chris Brown’s Suburban confessional posted on his Mechanical Dummy blog.

*sighs* Where do I even begin?

First: those who are celebrating the reunion of Chris and Rihanna are … touched. One – what does them engaging in things grown folks do REALLY have to do with the progression of your life to where you’re praising the high heavens for them being together? Seriously; did you have a pool going or something because if monetary gain isn’t the reason for your glee then what the hell is?

Second: let’s take away the celebrity/public figure aspect of this entire thing, so people can understand the anger some have over this.

Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Boy and girl have a falling out and ultimately break up. Boy goes through the motions – lives fast by partying and hooking up with random women. Boy meets new girl. Boy dates new girl. FOR TWO YEARS boy dates new girl. Boy falls in love with new girl (?) New girl falls in love with boy. New girl is the object of ridicule for loving boy. New girl still loves boy. Boy secretly yearns for girl. Boy eventually reconnects with girl but continues with new girl. New girl is called ten kinds of dumb for dealing with boy and his “alleged discretions” but stands by him. Boy “decides to be single” … then takes girl to a concert. Boy tells everybody he’s in love with two people and doesn’t want to hurt either… but hurts new girl by choosing girl over her.

Honestly, this is the same shit that usually happens over all four years of high school and probably spilled over into college. The popular guy who could have anybody he wanted meets this normal girl who wasn’t bothering anybody. He says, “hey, you seem cool. let’s discuss somethin’.” She says, “i’m down”, and so it begins. Popular guys have their groupies and groupies get salty when they see the object of their affection involved with someone and – surprise, surprise – he’s actually committed to her. As a result, they down his girl by calling her out of her name, questioning her authenticity and bringing up the past while she’s trying to maintain her relationship as any woman in love strives to do.

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Jade Novah and her camp that includes the incredibly talented Devin Johnson and director Theshay West are at it once again! Remixing Rihanna’s latest single “Diamonds” in such a beautiful way, here is the visual to go along with it which is so artistic and great! I always love that we get a song and video from Jade each time – they never disappoint.

Be on the look out for Jade’s album, In Search Of Me, which is coming soon and is sure to be an astounding contribution to R&B. It ain’t dead yet!

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How do I newly stan for thee, Miguel? I shall count the ways:

One: your hair consistently gives me life and I hope that one day you share your follicle regimen with me so that I, too, may have edges snatched easy like Sunday Morning and pillowy soft curls atop my head.

Two: though I’ve previously mocked your tendency to mumble through your songs, I enjoy and appreciate that you’ve given me something astoundingly great to mumble along with just as passionately as you do in your vivid live performances.

“Kaleidoscope Dream” is … it’s like when you were little, let’s say school-age: your mom (or dad, if you had the pleasure of him being present) would wake you up for school and you weren’t cranky for once. For this, your parent rewarded you with McDonald’s for breakfast on the drive to elementary and you were amped – kicked your day off ALL kinds of right.

You get dropped off and your classmates are super nice to you for some reason; you don’t question it because it feels good. You’ve been feeling good all day, but it doesn’t end there; your favorite cousin comes to pick you up early and y’all go riding in his/her car. They have a sunroof and it’s a perfect 77 degrees outside so you actually enjoy the air. You get to go to the mall – a place your parent never takes you because they know you’ll ask for something. This time, though, you don’t because you’re so happy to be out and about it doesn’t matter if you don’t leave here without a toy.

Because your cousin is so cool, you get a toy anyway. That’s it: you decide that this day cannot get any more fantastic – but it does because you’ve just been informed that you two are meeting up with the family at … Chuck E. Cheese.

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Trey’s at it again, releasing his fifth studio album aptly titled Chapter V next week. iTunes managed to flip an unfortunate leak into a great thing by allowing listeners to stream the full standard edition of the album before they decide to preorder it. Having been given a chance to listen to the album from the Atlantic Records artist, I have a few things to say. I must say before I start that I am an avid Trey fan (member of his fan club avid – don’t judge me) and these are just a consumer’s “concerns”, which I’m entitled to so let me have this.

Trey likes sex – no, scratch that. Trey LOVES sex. Between his mix tapes and the albums he’s released before, a fool would have had to miss that little factoid. He loves it so much that he wrote a song about it – like to hear it? Here it go *plays Chapter V* Just like Passion, Pain & Pleasure before it and Ready before that, Chapter V is dripping (no pun intended) in innuendos that will make the town jezebel blush and giggle. “Dive In” (pretty self-explanatory) and “Panty Wetter” kick off this sultry compilation of love, sex and party anthems. Sex is such a staple of Trey’s repertoire that I almost go numb once I figure out that I’m about to hear four minutes’ of him describing how he’s about to smack it up, flip it and rub down – oh no! That’s a Bell Biv DeVoe lyric actually, but if he’d put something in the album similar to that I wouldn’t have hated it at all.

Listen, if I’m going to listen to somebody sing about sex all the time, it’s going to be Trey because he’s high up on my favorite artists list. I admit that he sings about it very well, but it’s just happening too often. We all know that he’s getting pum-pum tossed at him left and right; this is a part of his everyday life. Here’s the thing, though; it’s not part of MY everyday life. It’s obvious that I’m not going to be able to relate to every single thing that a twenty-seven year old male singer is going to croon about because we have completely different plights but I’m his target audience and I feel like I know too much by now. Literally, if his next album is over seventy percent of sex…

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