Apple Inc pulls the old Dipsey Doo

There are times when a con is so evident, so in yo' face, that you can't believe that no one else sees what you see.

This has become the case concerning Apple's recent announcements.

Announcements, Slade? Plural?

Oh yes, my dear reader, because what so many people have thrown under the bus is the beauty of the con itself.

Apple recently announced two (yes, two) new electronic devices. The iPhone which will have Cingular/AT&T as it's mobile provider (and the only one for the foreseeable future) and iTV.

iTV? Ce qui est ceci iTV?

Forgot about that little snippet, didn't ya? Or, could it be, it wasn't that important?

I beg to differ, my friends. I beg to differ. The truly big deal out of all of this is iTV. The iPhone, while it sounds awesome, is the proverbial trojan horse.

Steve Jobs is a brilliant motherfucker. I don't throw out the word "brilliant" lightly. I love this guy; he's a hustler. He stays on his grind. And he loves to mess with the rest of the electronics society. And the general public, let's not forget that.
Here's the facts concerning iPhone: it won't be released until June or July. They have a name battle with Cisco. And the world has gone absolutely ape-shit over this new awesome cellular phone. Oh, praise almighty Apple.

Yeah, right.

Few other tidbits. Okay, I concede - it's one cool ass looking phone. The entire thing a freakin' touchscreen. 8 gigs. Oh hell - here's the little bastard in full glory...



okay, here's another one...



Got to say, Apple don't go half-ass, do they? But, still - the nature of the scam is to have you look left when the real business is right...

iTV. Yep, I said it again.

iTV is simply a glorified router but oh what a little powerful router it is. How many remember "The Rabbit"? The Rabbit let you watch on one tv what was being played on another. Then came TiVo and DVR's and you thought that's all there would be?

Oh no, friend.

iTV basically hooks your iTunes downloads to your widescreen/HD TV. It turns your TV into one huge home based iPod. Now remember, you can download television shows and movies onto your iPod now. For example, lets say you don't have time to buy Pirates Of The Carribean II DVD and you also can't watch say, Grey's Anatomy but you download the entire season from iTunes (btw - much cheaper than buying the season on DVD). Now, you hate trying to watch this stuff on your iPod. You get iTV, hook it up and watch at your leisure. On your TV. And listen to your music and check your photos, etc.

On your tv.

Now the link with all of this is the dreaded proggy, iTunes. Well, of all companies, the monolith named Microsoft has the answers to your problem, and it's name is Vista.

You think that it's a coincidence that iTV will be released early Feburary and Vista comes out late January? Are you kidding me? No, grasshopper it's not. You see, Vista is more linux based than Gates & Company would like to admit and remember that Macintosh is a basically a linux based operating system. Now, iTunes is still essentially a Mac based program that has been re-worked to work for Windows. But, if Vista is more linux based and not DOS based...see where I'm going here?

Basically, once you get Vista (and probably a new PC but with the deals these idiots are coming with - that's not a bad idea) problem solved. If you want a more immediate solution - get XP Pro with SP2 and make sure you have at least 3-5gigs space on your PC. That should solve your problems with iTunes on a PC for the most part. Yeah, it bugs me too sometimes, you're not alone.

Still - iTV is the one to watch (pun intended) while iPhone is the smokescreen and when the smoke clears... whoo boy.

That Steve Jobs...when I grow up, I wanna be just like him.

Off To See The Wizard?

It happens every New Year for about seven years now. I find myself at a crossroads of hope, despair, celebration and mourning which all lead to… nothing. Lethargic action or non-action because of multiple conflicting emotions. My wife is a new year’s baby while my mother had a homecoming late January. While I look forward with hope towards the new year and celebration of another year with the woman I love, the pain sets in remembering watching the closest person in the world to me suffer and then pass away and I was totally unable to help.

I’m not the only one who has these issues. Millions of people go thru conflicting pain and euphoria during this time of year. I find it interesting that between Thanksgiving and Valentine’s Day the following things happen in bunches: marriage, suicides, conception, resolutions to change physically and emotionally, and divorce. What a quandary!

I’m also pissed and excited. I was supposed to be in Las Vegas right now attending the biggest Electronics convention ever: The Consumer Electronics Show. And this year has already been a barnburner. Plus with Apple’s announcement of both the iPhone and iTV, it’s a wonderful and interesting time for an electronics junkie like myself. Plus, it’s fuckin’ Vegas, man!

But, and yes Virginia, there is a butt (oops, Freudian slip) – I’ve got new opportunities all over the place and my main problem is which road to take, if not all of them. This is the era of multitasking, isn’t it? I have websites to manage, businesses to manage, and a new and fresh idea – Games For Change. Imagine this scenario: video games that bring about a change for social, political and economic impact. This could quite possibly be the next phase in education. I might be on the ground floor of a new way of educating our youth. How utterly frightening is that?

So, I find myself staring point blank at not just a fork but also many forks in the road. So what have I done in the last ten days? Not a fucking thing. Nope, nada. Just lounging around wondering what to do. Well, the first step off the proverbial hump is this. Sharing this with all of you. Writing it down. Seeing it in front of me.

So, what’s it gonna be? Well, I don’t know but whatever it will be it will start today. Get off my ass and start cleaning the holiday away and pull 2007 in lock, stock and barrel. This year is gonna be full of change. What it will be is a road we all will be on.

Pack your bags, kids – the road is usually a rough one…

You Can Smoke Here... say wha?

If you look to the right, you'll see two links: one of which is a link to Newsarama for my buddy, Steve Fritz, two columns there - please look for them - "Animated Shorts" and "Weekend Viewing". Steve is one of the best in the biz concening the animation world.
The other is a link to "The Here & There" e-zine which also has the illustrious and future National Best-Selling author, Benthere, as a writer. My column is called "You Can Smoke Here" - an obvious take-off on all the smoking bans (To not be able to smoke in a bar or casino is against the natural order of things and you people should be shot for falling for that bullshit) which is essentially a music review column, although I sometimes rant. Anyway, the last column was just put up which was a "Best Of 2006 - Part One." Although I'm still submitting this one, here's a rare chance to see how I get down. Sorry Mike, I just wanted it out there...


Part one was my take on the year’s best from an industry view. This one is purely personal. Here’s my take on 2006.

It sucked.

No, really, it sucked huge. And is it me, or did it just zoom by? I mean, James Brown dies on Christmas day? How fucked up is that? Needless to say, I’ve been listening to James Brown tracks for the last couple of days (yeah, I got a ton of James Brown tracks – it’s the Godfather you knuckleheads…) and been watching some youtube vids of the man. And, it really just summed up the year for me – it sucked.

Hip-hop was horrible. Come on, you know it’s true. This was not what history will call a “banner” year. All this weak ass hoppity hop music – get the fuck outta here. Thank God for Lil’ Wayne – did Weezy hold down the fort, or what? His game stepped up like a mad man and did he ever get rewarded for it. He took Luda’s spot as the supreme guest artist for a track. If Weezy didn’t lay down at least a bar for you, your shit wasn’t official. All of this leads to why, for 2006 – Lil’ Wayne is my artist of the year. Just the amount of work alone gives him the title but “The Carter II” was the crowning achievement. With all that said, “The Carter II” barely made my top ten. Why? Because simply put, Wayne is a better sprinter than long-distance runner.

My album of the year in hip-hop was….

The Roots – Game Theory.

Yeah, you heard me. Moreso than the Clipse, Nas, Game, Ghostface, Styles P, any of em. The Roots. The whole album summed up 2006 for me. It’s some bleak shit and it’s time to move on. Grow the fuck up and deal. In a year of half ass wack rappers, The Roots took out the long-range rifle and plucked these herbs off one by one.

It also holds up. The beats are insane; Black Thought is a man possessed, and quite frankly (shout out to Stephen A.) you can listen to the damn thing months afterwards and it’s still hot as fuck. Let’s see who says that about most of the shit that was released this year.

Still in all, T.I. came thru like a champ, Obie Trice proved he’s a killer on the mic, and the loss of J Dilla looms large more and more. Snoop came back with a vengeance, Jay-Z returned to save hip-hop (and failed heroically), and Nas bodied hip-hop as the bitch she turned out to be.

Meanwhile, Justin Timberlake became the R&B artist we all knew he was by channeling Prince while D’Angelo was M.I.A. with Lauryn Hill, Maxwell, and others. Left the game to whom? Dwele proved that he’s far more advanced than R&B is ready for, and John Legend came in the last quarter like D Wade to save the day. What was so sad about R&B this year is that all the good stuff got overlooked. I mean, when y’all is making major noise over Ciara, the game is fucked up for good. Ciara makes a better CD than Janet? What the fuck? Leela James doesn’t get any love; neither does Vivian Green, Heather Headley, and Conya Doss? Beyonce makes a half-ass CD and you all wonder why I’m praying Alicia Keys comes out soon and smashes the game one mo’ time. People ain’t even making noise about Brian McKnight’s awesome “Ten”. Damn music game is a travesty right now.

Here’s my top ten Hip-Hop CD’s for 2006 10 – 1.

Jay-Z – Kingdom Come
The Game – Doctor’s Advocate
Lil’ Wayne – The Carter II
T.I. – King
J Dilla – The Shining
Nas – Hip-Hop Is Dead
Hi-Tek – Hi-Teknology II – The Chip
Clipse – Hell Hath No Fury
Ghostface Killah - Fishscale/More Fish
The Roots – Game Theory

Yeah, no Luda, no Snoop, no Bow-Wow, no Kanye, and Nas was number five and I raved all over that shit. I love Nas’ new joint to death but on a personal level, it’s just not… well it ain’t killin’ it for me. And Jay only made it because of “Minority Report”, “Lost Ones”, “Kingdom Come”, “30 Something” and “Dig A Hole”. When Hov’s on, he’s on like a motherfucker, but that “Hollywood” bullshit was horrendous.

Actually, while I’m giving Weezy artist of the year, the man that made me think Hip-Hop has a chance this year was none other than Jim Jones. That ballin shit is contagious like cancer. Plus I just like the Dipset Capo’s swagger – he truly don’t give a fuck and I truly believe Jim Jones is the east coast reincarnation of Tupac. No one carries the flag on his back with more flavor than Jim Jones, baby….

And y’all can say Lupe is gonna save hip hop but Styles P, Termanology, Papoose, Saigon, Jae Millz, Game, Clipse, and Stat Quo are doin’ the damn thang….

My top ten in R&B? Y’all are so clueless, it’s gonna hurt…. Here’s ten thru one….

LeToya – LeToya
Javier – Left Of Center
Ne-Yo – In My Own Words
Anthony David – The Red Clay Chronicles
Mary J Blige – The Breakthrough
Christina Aguilera – Back To Basics
John Legend – Once Again
Lyfe Jennings – The Phoenix
Brian McKnight – Ten
Justin Timberlake – Futuresex/Lovesounds

Yeah, JT took the top spot. Can’t deny that shit. And yes, bitches – no Beyonce, Avant, Ciara, Janet, any of that bullshit. And yes, Christina beats Mary on this one. And I honestly love Mary’s joint but Christina made an album for the ages. People will be checking that joint years from now going – why didn’t this album take the top spot? Because 2006 sucked that’s why. No justice, that’s what it is. Hell, I’m still listening to most of 2005 because 2006 was such a letdown.

If I hear “Irreplaceable” one more damn time…. Alicia, when the hell are you going to drop a new joint? Tamia made one helluva CD but it’s a shame no one’s gonna hear that motherfucker because all these silly asses think Ciara’s got the goodies. Girl is cute, she can dance her ass off but let’s be real… she can’t sing her way out of a paper bag. Same goes for Carrie. Diddy must be kicking himself for signing that bust. You could’ve signed Mila J, kid…

Right now I’m listening to “Summer Love” by JT and it just shows me how much ahead of the curve he is. The harmonies, the beats, singing thru the change, the whole deal. Usher, will you come and shut this kid down already?

James Brown has gone home and JT is doing his best Prince/Michael Jackson impersonation. Lord, help me to hold out….

I swear, if this is where music is going, I’m taking a vacation and packing up my Michael Buble, Frank Sinatra, Marvin Gaye, Luther Vandross (I miss you so much, Luther…), Aretha Franklin, and Miles Davis CD’s and hiding until D’Angelo comes to save the day like the freakin’ Black Panther.

But I do have to grudgingly admit, that “Set The Mood Prelude/Until The End Of Time” joint JT has is off the chain.

I hope 2007 sees the Mets in the pennant (fuckin’ Cardinals…), Spider-Man 3 top the box office for at least two months, Jessica Alba gain back that booty she done lost (girl, what the hell has Hollywood done to you), Entourage, Heroes, 24, and the Sopranos kick ass, and Halle Berry do a decent love scene with a brother. Bruce Willis, Halle? Are you serious? Where’s Angela Bassett when I need her….

Peace, children – I’m going to play Marvel Ultimate Alliance and Justice League Heroes so I can kick some ass….

The Dawning of a New Age - Volume 2?

This is a post I’ve been meaning to get to for a while now. Excuse me if it’s a bit long-winded, but you’ll understand why in a few minutes. Please, bear with me.

Around late October 2006, a couple of friends stopped by and we were channel surfing because, frankly, everything on my 1200 channel cable box was, well, boring. Not one thing held our interest. So much so, that when we hit upon one of the many shopping networks and they began hawking electronics, we were glued but because we were bashing everything they had to offer.

Finally one of my friends said, “Can’t one of these guys be up on the times?”

And nirvana struck me like a truck.

I said, “My friends, how many of us truly realize that we are living in a historical time? I mean, for all that’s said and done, we are living in what will go down in the history books as the new technological age. Think about it. How many of our kids even realize that radio was our MTV, BET and videos were virtually non-existent? How many know about 8 tracks, and reel to reel, and that if you wanted to carry music around, you had to lug what was akin to a freakin carry on with speakers and hope it wouldn’t pop your 120 minute cassette tape?”

The list goes on and on. Vinyl, cassettes, VHS, beta, Atari, Sega Dreamcast, the Walkman, and dare I even say, the mini disc? The remote control is commonplace. Do you remember what was our parents’ remote control? Us! “Slade, come here a minute.” “Yeah, mama?” “Turn that to channel seven, I’m missin’ my soaps!” Oh yeah, we were the fucking remote. Technics turntables were a luxury. Now, we look at vinyl and go, “I remember pops and scratches. Ha, ha, ha… what a time that was…”

I look at my vast VHS tape and cassette tape collection and even my enormous CD collection and think, “How fucking obsolete this all is.” Especially since I can download all of it or burn it on my computer and store it on an external hard drive that’s no bigger than an avant-garde key-chain. Just two short years ago, everyone thought that 60gigs was enough forever. What a joke. Now, if you don’t have at least 80 to 200 gigs on your PC, you got problems.

E-mail has replaced the answering machine while cell phones have replaced home phones and land lines. The only time a landline comes in handy is, God forbid, a blackout or disaster of some kind. How much you want to bet that give or take a year or two that will no longer be an issue?

Did you know that at least 45% of the general population of the world now does more online shopping than go to the store? And people wonder why obesity is a problem? Because by 2020, you won’t have to get up from your freakin’ multitask recliner to go to the freakin’ bathroom. It will be piped thru, complete with new sanitizer and potpourri scents.

Forget missing a television show, we got DVR’s and TiVo. Our music is so portable; we have a mini hard drive that is no bigger than a credit card with at least 500 to 2000 songs of our choosing on it. Even our portable phones are multitasking now. Can you say “Blackberry Pearl”? What about “Chocolate” and I ain’t talkin’ Godiva either, I’m talking Verizon.

Right now your kid is text messaging someone. Right now, your college child is not going to parties – the house party has returned in full force, and usually now they don’t even care about dancing and sex. Can you beat me in Madden on that PS3/Xbox 360/Nintendo Wii? I mean, the nightlife in major cities are all turning into lounges to lure back in the baby-boomers.

I don’t need to go to the movies anymore. Why bother? It will be on DVD in a couple of months. Hell, in a couple of weeks, it might be on youtube, or I can download it off of iTunes, Zune marketplace, Napster, Connect and those are the legal options. Limewire or Torrent makes even that look late in the game by comparison.

Our “friends” in cyberland know more about us than the people who live with and around us. Everyone is a journal keeper now. It’s called a blog.

It’s a wonder these kids even know how to pro-create given that they only see each other in school and that’s becoming obsolete in it’s present form as we speak. Cyber schools and home training are rapidly becoming more and more popular. Just log in and find the info. Google, anyone? Oh, I’m sorry – that was last year. Ask.com is new hip shit, right?

We now have access to a memory flash card no bigger than your thumbprint that can hold at least 5-10 full-length motion pictures. Magazines are online now, as are newspapers. You can read the news and not get ink on your hands? What a brilliant concept! And everything is in “real” time; so much so that the most decorated show is about “real” time. “24” is the hippest thing out there.

Why buy an air-conditioner when you can have central air/heat? Our water comes in bottles or we attach purifying contraptions to our faucets. Or we have a purifying bucket somewhere named Brita or Pur. And can someone tell me what the fuck is “trans fat”? And “soy milk”? I know about Soy juice, but Soy milk doesn’t exist, people! What your drinking there is a lie.

And we all are being educated at a faster rate. Did anyone really buy that whole “Weapons Of Destruction” bullshit? And where’s Osama? How is it that we can pinpoint anyone else’s location but we can’t find this guy? Are we even looking?

Sometimes nature likes to remind us that we aren’t the big dogs in the pool. But, not for lack of trying. Katrina reminded us of that in a hurry. And what did our so-called leaders do? Not a blessed thing.

Within ten years, the laser gun will surpass a regular gun. Within 20 years, you can order a meal for the each day of the week and it will be beamed to you. We just might even see that illusive flying car. Not that motorized thing with wings that has two wheels, I mean when your SUV can actually take off.

In the last 50 years, our technical advances have grown in number and size and into the collective at a rapid rate. But at what cost? In many ways, our children have lost their common sense and think that television is reality. And why not? “Reality” television is a regular thing now. American Idol, The Apprentice, Bachelor, Dancing With The Stars, and of course, my favorite – everyone’s newest coon show, Flavor Of Love. We have women starving themselves to look like Paris Hilton or gaining weight to look like the video vixens we see on music videos.

Our sports stars have become walking billboards. Hell, our fashion is dictated by a billboard mentality. True Religions, Baby Phat, and Rock & Republic have become the new Jordache, Gloria Vanderbilts, Sergios, etc of their day. You know something is seriously wrong when freakin’ Levi’s cost over $50 a pop.

Look around you. You, yes YOU are living in an ever-growing historical time. So much so that Time Magazine has placed a mirror on their cover for Person of the Year.

That person is you.

Say what?

I won’t even get into medical advances. But you know it’s a bad time when we can cure dysfunctional male erections but we can’t cure Cancer, herpes, the common cold or HIV.

Welcome to the dawning of a new age. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to listen to my iPod, while setting up my DVR for my favorite show and saving this entry on my external flash hard drive.

That hard drive is portable, by the way.

Addendum: The Today Show just did a segment on the last 25 years of Technology. Plus, if you are into anime, animation movies, etc – you might want to follow this link to Newsarama’s “Animated Shorts” by my friend Steve Fritz -

http://forum.newsarama.com/showthread.php?p=2938983&posted=1#post2938983

BTW – he was actually in on that conversation above. We’re serious geeks when it comes to our tech.

Auld Lang Syne

Let us say goodbye to 2006 and welcome in 2007....



Nothing says "Happy" like a Melyssa Ford picture.... yessir...

Anyway, it's been a helluva year and damn if it didn't go by fast. So, here's to all of you and your families - Happy New Year and may 2007 treat you 1000x better than 2006.

**Ahem**

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?

CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !
And surely I’ll buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
CHORUS

We two have run about the hills,
and pulled the daisies fine ;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine (dinner time) ;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.

CHORUS

And there’s a hand my trusty friend !
And give us a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

Peace to all.... see you in 2007....

A bit of sad news...

First and foremost, I hope everyone had an enjoyable holiday. Mine was just what I wanted 99% - quiet time with the wife. We had a very relaxing day after hearing some sad news.

The Godfather has gone home...

James Brown, the Godfather of Soul passed away early today. He was 73. Brown was hospitalized Sunday at Emory Crawford Long Hospital with pneumonia and died around 1:45 a.m. Monday.

To say that he will be missed is an understatement. James Brown was quite possibly the single most influential artist of all time. He has influenced R&B, Funk, Soul, and even Hip-Hop. The man was known as one of the hardest working people in show business. I can't believe the Godfather is gone...

Peace, y'all. Me? I'm going to listen to the man... I'll catch y'all later. Give you the skinny on my stash and what trouble I got into today...heh heh...

Happy Holidaze...

First off, a lil' jokey joke...

Check out Santa Claws...



Get it? "Santa Claws"? Santa Claus... ahhh, forget it....

Anyway, my column over at the Here & There should be up soon. I'm going to add a permanent link here anyway. Also, starting January 1st, any post that I do over at The War Journal I will post here also.

EFX has lately become a little hazardous for some of my people and rather than have them be bothered, they just come here, grab a seat on the couch or love seat, sip some wine or whatever, and listen to some sweeet jazz while reading what mess has escaped from my deluded mind.

Now, y'all have a happy holiday and treat the kids nice. Remember....

Slade luvs da kids....

Peace and blessings, children....

I'm around

I figured I'd better update this sucker given recent events at my other home. Plus, more and more of my people are migrating back to blogger. I'll never give up Slade's Place. It's come to be that old home that's familar and where I ultimately will go lie down for awhile, rest my bones, listen to some primo tunes, and get ready for battle once more.

So, if all of that just passed you by, I'll make it easy for you...

Daddy's home....

Dipset Takeover

It seems every year one crew makes it's move to takeover the industry. From the Juice Crew to the BDP Connection. EPMD had a killer roster and ruled for a little while. The QB crew to Death Row to the Hieroglyphics to Wu-Tang (The Shaolin Posse aka Tha Killa Beez) to Bad Boy to Rocafella to G-Unit to the newest crew to make a major move - Dipset.

It begins with Killa Cam aka Camron. Cam had basically laid back and watched the industry and it's moves. The Dipset movement began with the Taliban and evolved while Cam was making like a capo over at Rocafella. The Dipset Movement has the streets on fire. They have a plan. G-Unit wanna shine? Go 'head, do you. Jay and Nas wanna battle? We'll get in it because we down with Rocafella but when that didn't pan out, it's like peace between Uptown and the QB was restored.

How fast the game can change. Let's keep it real, 50 and da Unit might have the newest blueprint, but really, are they holdin' down the streets like they were a year ago? Seems to me it all sounds the same. Not sayin' it ain't hot, but it all sounds the same. With the exception of a hungry Spider-Loc and a rejuvinated Lloyd Banks (check "Born Alone, Die Alone" on the Get Rich Or Die Tryin' soundtrack and tell me Banks ain't spittin fire. I don't know who, but somebody done lit a fire under Banks' ass. This is the Banks I remember from mixtapes when he shelled the industry with underground napalm.) the Unit is sounding pretty standard. And I just don't see them holdin' down the streets like they were. That belongs to the new crew with a Trump-Like Plan A - Dipset.

Dipset don't fall back. They bring heat. Let's see - need a teen sex symbol - Juelz Santana. He's just what the doctor ordered. Can bring heat to a mike, knows his position, and right now is beloved by both the 106 & Park and TRL crews. I have to admit, first time I heard Juelz, I wasn't impressed. But, damn it since "Mic Check" he hasn't been as consistent as a LeBron jumper.

Then there is the Capo of Capos. The O.G. - Jim Jones. Jim Jones gets love from every real nigga alive today. Real recognize real. A straight up workaholic, Jim Jones is the lynchpin for the Dipset. Cam might lead, but Jones is the street heat and buisness man. His "Diary" CD is a certified underground hall of famer. Then the whole crew buzzed it up with "More Than Music Volume One." Be on the lookout for rap descendent of Kool G Rap, Hell Rell.

And they're subtly gearing for war. I'm tellin you - it's a Dipset Takeover for '06. You have been warned.

Mudbone's gone....

December 1st, 1940. Peoria, Illinois.

God created the funniest man to grace the planet Earth.

Richard Franklin Lennox Thomas Pryor.

If you never got the chance to see Richard live, you missed out on one of the most life-altering experinces to grace the world today. You see, Richard was much more than a comedian.

He was a visionary.

He was a storyteller. And oh, the stories he would tell. He could take you to wherever he was at, and make you see it with just words. You would believe you were standing right next to him witnessing whatever event he was speaking on. Richard could do that. And then, he could take the saddest, most tragic story and transform it into something wonderful.

He would make you laugh about it.

Yes, he would.

In the face of tragedy, of utter despair, Richard Pryor could make you laugh. Not giggle. Laugh. Laugh so hard, you had stomach cramps. Laugh so long, you couldn't catch your breath. Some have stated they didn't know what was worst: taking a gut shot from Muhammed Ali or Richard Pryor on a roll. It has been agreed upon that both would knock you down to one knee, at least.

Richard could make you cry, be angry and laugh at the same time. Physically, this should be impossible, but for Richard - it was easy. Too easy. It led him on a self-destructive path with us in the passenger seat. And when we thought all was finally at peace with the funniest man alive, God dealt a cruel hand.

Richard Pryor had MS.

And, still he was funny. And poignant. And relevant. And real.

He could act. I mean, "straight" roles. Like, "Lady Sings The Blues". Don't ever take his humor for lack of sense. Richard was the epitome of talent and the epicenter of common sense. And now the world is a much sadder place. It's like someone took a part of every human being's funny bone and shortened it just a little.

I would say more but what else needs to be said?

Our brother has left us. Our brother is gone.

Richard Pryor died December 10th, 2005, just days after his 65th birthday. I can hear him now - "Okay, God - what? Didn't want me to get that SS check after all, huh?"
Mudbone is gone.

He died with a smile on his face.

After midnight in NYC...

I have been on a tear recently checking out live jazz cds. Bear with me while I wax on about the need for the live jazz cd.

Jazz is, and always has been, about expression and improvisation. There is no greater challenge and validation of one's skills than in a live performance. That's just real. And the best of those are the ones that create a mood, and run with it.

I posted the cover to Charlie Haden and Kenny Barron's "Night and the City" because of two reasons. One, it was recorded in NYC at one of the premier jazz clubs, Iridium, and it perfectly evokes a mood. It's in the title itself: "Night And The City".

Ever been to NYC at night? It's a strange and wonderous place. There is one thing though that New York is known for but seldom acknowledged. It is one of the most romantic cities on the planet. You can walk down the street and feel the romantic vibe. I mean, it has some of the greatest restaurants, entertainment and eye candy you will ever witness and experience. That night, at Iridium, Charlie Haden and Kenny Barron bought that romantic vibe to the forefront. What's even better is that it is perfectly captured on this disc.

Mulgrew Miller, Kenny Barron, Coleman Hawkins, Miles Davis, and many more have made classic live jazz albums for us to be enraptured to. You can picture yourself in the club or hall that night. You can hear the nuances of the tones, the mistakes and that one run that you know you will never hear again. For sheer perfection of enveloping a mood, there might be no greater CD than "Night And The City".

It's a late night CD. To be listened to with the lights low and no talking or any noise of any kind. It can be a romantic time or a time spent in reflection or even just listening to some beautiful music. This is not dinner music, even though some might make that mistake because of it's hushed tones and understatement. It's not the type of CD that will overpower a conversation but a conversation does not compliment it, either.

The music wraps itself around you like a soft, warm blanket and slowly takes you to a calming place. Where there are no need for words. It's the precursor of things to come. It sets the tone for the evening or winds it down. It is not meant for action, but reflection and appreciation.

Miles' "Live At The Plugged Nickel" set is totally different. It makes you listen to the master while he churns, burns and lets you partake of his mastery of his craft. His ballads are delicate while he bebops with fever. It is a breathtaking live accomplishment. "Night And The City" is a decidedly different beast. It's mastery lies in it's understatement and quiet moments. Jazz uses quiet as a note. Here it is used as an instrument.

It is one of the most beautiful CDs ever made. You should check it out. And while you're at it, check out some others too. Live jazz is wonderous thing. Enjoy it.

So what's the deal, Slade?

I'm going to adding more links soon. If you want to find some people who I have much respect for, then go over to Slade Wilson's War Journal for a more updated link page. Now, whassup? Just this.

Slade's Place - my lounge - will be primarily a Critic oriented blog. The entertainment industry will either be praised or set ablaze here. You might see some fiction, but for the most part - it's all about my thoughts about a show, a CD, a comic book, etc.

You want the hot babes? Head over to the HQ. You want my personal views (and they are strange, trust me) - head over to the War Journal. Here, for the most part, will be me getting serious about what entertains me and sometimes - what let's me down.

Now - a plug.

My brother - The Deacon aka Steve Fritz has his Animated Shorts over at Hero's Realm back up and he goes right for the now with an interview with "The Boondocks" creator, Aaron McGruder.

That's it for right now. Go visit my homeboy and tell him what you think. And then come back when I light this bad boy up.

Smoke em if you got em

The iTunes Takeover

Within the last five years, we have witnessed the establishment of purchasing or pirating our entertainment off the internet. The business that this has had the most liberal and lasting effect is the Music Business. The sales of CD's are down, even though internet music sales are up. Connect, napster, even to a certain extent, Rhapsody are making headway in music sales. Yahoo has recently re-structured their music section to allow payable downloads. But, no one has made the in-roads to music superstore as much as iTunes has.

The arguement can be made that the iPod has made it possible for iTunes to have this stranglehold on the industry. The iPod is the monster that rules MP3 players, all others are also-rans. The iPod has become a fashion accessory, pop culture icon, and anything else you want to label to it. But it's not the iPod that has made iTunes a major player, even though it has helped tremendously. While Rhapsody, Connect, napster and all the others have a massive library, nothing comes close to iTunes. And there lies the secret. No, it's not the price - it's the library and the subtleties that accompany it.

iTunes has street mixes. iTunes allows you to burn and convert their tracks to MP3. iTunes fixes your encoding. iTunes has a collection of live albums, exclusives, and mixes from both celebrities and professionals. It has audiobooks, and lets other programs incorporate them in the download process. The stronghold is happening at a rapid rate. And what is remarkable about it is that it is barely noticed.

The music industry, as it stands, has made an issue of the amount of money iTunes charges per download. This is a major mistake but one that the music industry has to make. The prevailing attitude is if you can take down the big dog, everyone else will follow suit. Too bad it's not going to happen.

Here's the deal in a nutshell. Artists are not losing money if they look out the box at their contracts. Their money deals with "sales" or "product" sold. Where the music industry is afraid that distribution, as it has stood for the last 50 or more years, has become obsolete. Who needs a physical product and the hassle that comes along with it (going to a store, sales tax, jewel cases, etc) when you can shop from home, when you want, and have your music almost instantaneously? Especially in this day and age, instant gratification is and will always be the more preferred route.

The winds of change has occurred. The movie industry and video game industries are next. And believe me, they know it. Then comes the television industry.

Welcome to the future.

adult swim - Friday Night Fix

adult swim has this wonderful thing called the "Friday Night Fix" whereas you can watch the newest episode of their shows prior to them airing them at their regular time. It's only accessible on their website. So, I watched the newest "The Boondocks" episode - "Guess Hoes Coming To Dinner". Brief synopsis - Granddad meets a young lady by the name of Cristal ("you know, like the champagne?") and proceeds to fall for her not realizing that she's a, well, she's a.... umm how can I put this delicately? Fuck it - she's a hoe.

Everyone else can tell but Granddad. Even Cristal is perplexed but hey, for her this is her sugar daddy so, she ain't complaining. Thing is - Huey and Riley are. Later we meet "A Pimp Named Slickback".

You need to watch this. If you can't check out FNF, then check out "The Boondocks" on adult swim - Sunday nights - 11PM est. This is funniest damn thing I've ever seen. No, really - I can't begin to tell you that if this doesn't get a fuckin' nomination for Comedy Series of the Year - I'm whippin somebody's natural ass.

My Wednesday Nights

For whatever reason, I'm hooked on "Lost" and "Invasion". As of 9PM, I'm camped in front of the tv and God help anyone who disturbs me. Couple of weeks ago, my wife came in the room and started talking and she stated the look I gave her scared the hell out of her. She also said it's been over six years since she's seen that look. Hey, I married a good woman - it takes alot to make me angry and very rarely does she cross that line.

Back to my obsession. I have no idea why I'm hooked the way I am to both these shows. Especially Invasion. There's not much anyone can do for me in the Sci-Fi department anymore. I mean after Star Trek, Star Wars, Battlestar Galactica (new series), and the Matrix - plus Outer Limits, the Prisoner and the Twilight Zone - I'm rarely surprised. Invasion suprises me - not with the "big reveals" but the little things. The sudden character changes, the bits of history that pop up suddenly, suspicion and then explainations and then suspicions again.

"Lost" wants that and they achieve it but at a different level. You now expect it from Lost and look for it. Red herrings abound in Lost. They're there on purpose. Just to make the viewer crazy. But Invasion is a different beast even though both shows have been compared. Acutally they are a great tag team. They both make you think and dispel the old adage - believe what you see. With Lost and Invasion, you can't believe what you see, because everything is a lie.

I was once told by a master con-artist the art of the great con. He said, "Boy, it isn't the lie, per-se. You see, all great lies - the ones you believe have one thing in common. The truth. The truth has to be in there somewhere or at least the semblance of the truth. Because it is the last vestage of the lie. Once the lie is exposed, and the lie is always exposed, you still win because they have now abandoned the truth. Without that bit of truth, the secret will never be revealed."

Lost and Invasion - Wednesday nights on ABC.

The Boondocks

This is the orignal "Boondocks" crew. Yep, the gang's all there: Huey, Riley, Jazmine, Caesar, Hiro and is that Cindy in the corner? Nope - I forgot the character's name but yep, he's a part of the original crew too.

"The Boondocks" is a comic strip and now animated series created by Aaron McGruder. Mr. McGruder started the series while in college and it morphed into a series in The Source Magazine, and then morphed again as a newspaper comic strip. Some characters were added and some have left, the main characters of Huey Freeman, Riley Freeman and Robert Freeman have ever remained constant.

A brief synopsis - Huey and his younger brother Riley are now in the care of their Grandfather, Robert Freeman. Robert or Granddad, has taken the children's inheritance (it is assumed their parents have passed away) and moved them from the South Side of Chicago to Woodcrest - an upper middle class, predominantly white neighborhood. Needless to say, the kids are out of their element and are causing havoc in retaliation of being "kidnapped" from their beloved Chicago home.

Mr. McGruder does not shy away from controversy. As a matter of fact, since most things of importance carry some controversy, basically Mr. McGruder's strip is a commentary on the world today in his world view. The fact that many people (myself included) can understand and agree with this world view is something that should be acknowledged and thought about. Basically, it should scare the crap out of anyone in political and social power.

"The Boondocks" has morphed again - they are now an animated show on Cartoon Network's late night adult-oriented block aptly named "adult swim". A slew of networks attempted to have the series but were not totally enthralled with Mr. McGruder's entire vision. adult swim has given the majority of creative control to Mr. McGruder (as it should be), and he had delivered his brand of wit, humor and insight to a public that is sorely in need especially in this day and age.


The Boondocks - Sunday Nights. adult swim. 11PM - do not miss it.

Now this cheers me up...

There is fine and then there is Brandy Grace. Welcome to the single greatest reason why I can say without doubt there is a God.

Oh, you guys will see alot of this - trust me. Sometimes, there will just be a bunch of pictures here. Just something that will make me happy. Happy is good.

See what happens when I get into the liquor cabinet - wonderful thangs.... 

The Setup

Over the next couple of days you will see changes here. The colors might change. Images will be added. The links will expand like you won't believe.


Daddy done got in the liquor cabinet again.


Current events, social topics, entertainment, gossip, sports, sex, sex, sex, you get the idea - nothing will be left off the plate. (except peas and brussel sprouts - yuch). So kick back, relax and let Cool Poppa Slade lay down some tracks for you.

When you come here, think of it like a jazz lounge. Music to chill by, good food, better company and maybe a booty call or two.


Later, I hear Cannonball in the background....

Housecleaning

I'm housecleaning. New look, same old attitude. Changes will be fast and frequent. Get ready, niggaz - it's a new day.

Oh yeah - Watch "The Boondocks" on Sunday nights at 11 PM EST.

You've been warned.

Short Story - Unfinished Business

He had walked at least twenty city blocks. Since he had forgotten to bring a hand towel, the sweat poured from his forehead like a faucet. He kept wiping his face with his hands to keep the sweat from burning his eyes, but he knew he would pay for that later. Once he returned home, he would have to take preventive measures so his face wouldn’t look like a road map. This thought made him smile inwards. Even at his age, he still looked like a young man. But, the work became harder and harder. His vanity was becoming a job. Is this what this feels like? Is this what his parents and older family members went thru? He had a newfound respect for their diligence.

Finally reaching his destination, he walked over to the front desk and signed the sign-in book. He showed his driver’s license as identification and was directed to a bank of elevators to his left. He thanked the guard and proceeded to the elevators. He got in, as one was already available and pressed the button to the desired floor. He was nervous, and that was rare for him. It had been too long since he had seen his old friend, but circumstances dictated this visit.

While riding the elevator his memory bought him back to their last visit. They had met at Rossini’s and he had ordered veal. They spoke about the old days and what they had planned for the future. They spoke about going to a baseball game that summer. He regretted not going to that game but life reared its head and took control of his time. It had been almost two years since he had last seen him. They spoke regularly on the phone, but it wasn’t the same. Now, he had returned to the city and needed his help. He hated to see him with this problem looming, but he truly had no choice. If he couldn’t help him, then he would have to do things in a manner he had promised himself he wouldn’t partake in any longer. It pained him to think he might have to break his promise to himself, but these were desperate times. If he had another option, he would take it. But, as he often said, a promise is a promise. He had to keep his word if only to be able to live with himself.

He opened the glass doors and again went to the front desk. He asked for his friend and was told to “Please wait”. He did as he was told. After three minutes that felt like a week had passed, his friend came thru a different set of glass doors and received him. He looked at his old friend and smiled. It was returned. They left and his friend had mentioned he lived five blocks away. They went to his apartment and he gave his friend a towel and a glass of water. Then they ate a light lunch and discussed the matter at hand.

When the discussion finished, he looked at his friend for a sign. His friend rose from his chair and briefly excused himself. He returned a short moment later and they left the apartment and entered his friend’s vehicle. They drove to the cemetery. It had been eons since he last visited her. He no longer cried, but the sadness was evident. She was his everything and they took her from him. He had exacted revenge against all except one. His friend nodded to him and they left. He took him directly to the airport. As they said their goodbyes, he hugged his friend and told him to visit soon. He said he would and then he left his friend with a valued piece of advice.

“Make it quick. Wasted time is wasted effort. And remember what I told you earlier, okay?” Once again, his friend nodded and he boarded his flight. He finally had finished the task. He hated unfinished business, and although he truly believed he was willing to let it go, his soul wouldn’t let him.

Three days later, he strolled to the newsstand and bought a New York Daily News newspaper. He scanned the paper and found what he was looking for on page three. A report of one man, recently paroled from prison died in his apartment of apparent natural causes. He smiled inwardly and paid for the paper. He then strolled home, went to his kitchen, poured himself a cup of white tea and heated up a bagel. He opened his refrigerator and took out the cream cheese. As he enjoyed his breakfast, he picked up his cell phone, found the appropriate name and hit dial.

“Nice. Thanks. And I’ll pick you up at the airport on Saturday. Remember, once you’re here, you won’t want to return.”

His friend simply replied, “Yeah, so you keep telling me. I can’t believe you like it there.”

“You will too. Trust me, it’s perfect.”

He hung up upon exchanging information of the flight and times and goodbyes. He then looked in the old shoebox he kept on the counter. His friend’s picture was on top. He burned the picture and had one thought as he returned the box to the old storage closet.

Unfinished business.