FREESTYLE FRIDAY!!!!! 3/20/09

Alright! Here we go! We're are going to give this a whirl for all the hip hop heads and rap all-stars. This is something I would like to do every week so let me know if you are on board. Here's the deal:I will compose a set of lyrics via email and send it out. Those who want to participate add yours to the email and send to everyone on the list[reply to all] and any others you want to share with. Want me todrop you FROM THE LIST? JUST LET ME KNOW. These are the rules: NO vulgarities, obscenities, or curse words including H*** or D***or A's] keep it clean. This is purely for fun. So if you're down...Come follow me. This is for Friday- just wanted the rules to Show for the new before the trigger happy started Firing off rhymes. So without further
Ado ...

I can’t help but wonder if
When she reaches middle age, like me
My daughter’s mind will be set adrift
On the music I exposed her to – or will she
Prefer the sounds on the airwaves now?
I just can’t see how.
See, I’m not trying to be down
On what today’s generation throws down,
But songs that toss around
Samples from my generations songs
And lyrics that are far from being strong-
I can’t help but think its just wrong.
I’m sitting here daydreaming
About afros, short skirts and platform shoes,
Listening to the Friends of Distinction
“Going in Circles,” “Love or Let Me Be Lonely”
And “I Really Hope You Do.”
Wasn’t music from my X-Generation time,
Rather, just a little after when I was born
But thanks to my parents and their record player
I heard the message in their music and passed it on.
Miles, Coltrane, Dizzy and Satchmo
Before my time, too,
But I’m so glad my ears were opened
To hear them and “Kind of Blue.”
I’m so glad my mom and dad found
Before they knew anything about what South Africa was about
Miriam Makeba and Hugh Masakela
And checked their music out.
I’m so glad I heard the music
And my eyes and ears were opened to it all
So thankful for the messages and the melodies,
I hope my daughter will be also, and that she’ll remember it all.
I wonder if when I’m older
And my daughter takes me for a ride
If she’ll pop in some music that I loved – because she loves it too
To make me smile like my father did with me when I did that – beaming with pride.

Kimeya grooving on the sounds of the past and looking toward the restoration of good music by our neo-soul artists – give them a listen and your dollars!
Have a great weekend!


Kim Alexander
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Such memories of our past are so cool
sounds of youthfulness, freedom, back to school

sitting on the porch or under the tree
sippin lemonade and swattin away bees

i remember my mom's big stereo blasting tunes
we played spades all day until we saw the moon

into the house for more summer pleasure
crabs, shrimps, or maybe even lobster

we lived near the water you may have guessed
and for that experience i am so blessed

memories under the tree eating watermelons
listening to the old folk and their story tellin

jumping ditches, riding bikes, and driving cars
looking up at the same sky to see stars

wolfman jack was once again on the radio a.m.
tellin of crab cracks and oyster roasts again

now smell the cook that's about to jump off
first in line for a hamburger and a crab claw

every moment for me is attached to a music beat
mom's favorites thumps in me like an ice cream treat

so how to you usher in the new and keep the past
my new tunes and hers blend to make my memories last

now i too share all of this with my daughter and my son
while letting them share with me their favorite one's

this cycle i am sure builds life and love in us all
sweetness, connection...just having a ball





lisa j
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nostalgia. dreams. mental anesthetic
Heatwave. Earth wind and fire. Musical diabetic
Summertime. Front yard. Running down the Street
Washing cars. trunk open. dancing to the beat
windows. to a culture. Race being explored
synchopated. rythms. Creativity no longer ignored.
parasites. sellouts. souls have been sold
platinums. diamonds. even for the gold
Evolution. once revolution. fighting against dissolution
Aiming. firing. targets keep moving
expectation. extracation. Ourselves to keep on proving
This war. here. not over the sea
individual. brown of hue. looking at me
Music. makes us. Paints our whole scene
From the old. to the new. It's part of what our "black" means.
M2thaJ-Marius James