How’s That Quarantine Going?

So, as of today’s post, I’ve officially been working from home for exactly two weeks. Now, to be fair, I’m not new to this occupational setup. I mean, back in my Citigroup days, I worked from the crib for almost two years, man. Side note, I’m only comfortable mentioning Citi because I haven’t worked there in almost a decade. In any case, since the coronavirus is out here hating and has most of America grounded, a lot of us are getting overly acquainted with the walls in our house. With all of that being said, how’s everyone holding up out there?

Now, I won’t lie, son. On the real, my blog has suffered a little during this time of uncertainty. Like, having “free time” would suggest that I’d be cranking out posts, but it hasn’t really gone like that, fam. Shit, between trying to get my day job done, dealing with my kids’ remote learning schedule, fending off hoarders in the supermarket and less events happening in society, I haven’t really felt like writing, bruh. On the other hand, I’ve been working on music like crazy, man. Hell, like I’ve said in an Instagram video, I’m either making my best project or absolute trash. We shall see, brethren.

In any case, I ain’t got shit else to say, son. Ultimately, I just want to know how everyone is doing out there. By and by, I hope that folks are taking this quarantine / social distancing advisory seriously. The way I see it, I’d much rather overreact and stay safe than tek shit fi joke and catch The ‘Rona. At the end of the day, I just hope everyone stays inside, finds a hobby, exercises a little and keep out of harm’s way. That is all. LC out.

Conversations With Randi B.: Coronavirus, The Government & D-Nice

What’s good, brethren? On this episode of Conversations with Randi B., Randi and I talk about the coronavirus, the government’s response to the pandemic and how D-Nice got Club Quarantine cracking on Instagram. Check it out on Spotify, Apple Podcasts and Anchor below, fam. Let’s get the proceedings proceeding. Yessir!

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/conversations-with-randi-b/id1495539114

The Tomfoolery Of Brian McKnight’s ‘Back At One’

So, to be frank, this is probably another frivolous post. However, I want to let everyone in on the types of debates that go on in my house. Anyway, just last night, as seen in an Instagram video that I posted, my wife and I had a playful back-and-forth about Brian McKnight‘s “Back At One.” All I know is, if we really analyze the lyrics, McKnight was saying some nonsense, son.

Ok, before I continue, let me say that I’m a big Brian McKnight fan. Like, I kept listening to his albums even after he tried to show women how their pussy worked. In any case, despite his quality discography, I’ve always had an issue with “Back At One,” man. Mainly because it’s a song with steps that aren’t really steps, fam. I mean, there are damn near no actionable items in the chorus, bruh. With all of that being said, let’s go through it, brethren.

Now, step one in the hook is “you’re like a dream come true.” Son, that’s a statement. There’s nothing to actually do with that piece of information. Next, step two is “just wanna be with you.” Fam, I’m gonna need McKnight to look up the meaning of “verb,” because I’m not seeing it, man. After that, step three is “its plain to see that you’re the only one for me.” Brian… Brian! What is the goal here? What are we trying to accomplish? I’m not seeing a game plan, kinfolk.

To make matters worse, step four is to repeat the first three steps that aren’t actually steps. Meaning, by the time someone gets to this step, they actually haven’t done anything of substance, son. Look, if I’m trying to build a table and the first step is “I wanna see you in my living room,” that doesn’t actually help me build the table, man. The truth is, step five of McKnight’s song is the only actionable item: “make you fall in love with me.” The problem is, even that step is vague, fam. How is the suitor supposed to achieve this, Brian? Magic? Money? Genitals? Some combination of all three?

In the end, I’m not here to shit on Brian McKnight. Ultimately, like I’ve said before, I’m actually a big fan of his. By and by, I’m just pointing out the fact that there are gaps in logic in “Back At One.” At the end of the day, it doesn’t take away from the fact that he’s a legend. Shit, even the best musicians write some shenanigans sometimes, bruh. That is all. LC out.

Megan Thee Stallion Needed To Read Her Contract

So, let me begin this post by saying that I’m not here to shit on Megan Thee Stallion. The truth is, she’s no different than countless artists who’ve fallen prey to the business of music. But, after watching her most recent Instagram Live video, it’s clear that she might be a little confused about the status of her deal. In any case, I hope her situation serves as a lesson to other up-and-coming musicians, man.

Ok, for those who missed it, Meg isn’t too thrilled with her record label at the moment. Now, to be frank, her situation is a convoluted one. To begin, she’s signed to Carl Crawford‘s 1501 Certified Entertainment. Side note, someone should’ve told her that signing to a label run by a former baseball player might not be the move. In any case, from there, she signed another deal with Kevin Liles300 Entertainment. Moving on, to make this a little more confusing, she also signed a management deal with Jay-Z‘s Roc Nation. So, she’s essentially beholden to three different entities, son.

Now, at the start of her IG video, she’s trying to emphasize that she’s an independent artist. Apparently, she feels that way because she’s signed to an independent label (1501) and has basically built up her own brand. The problem is, that’s not really the truth, fam. Look, regardless of her own self-promotion, the fact is, she’s still signed to a company. Meaning, she’s at the mercy of that company. So, despite the fact that she’s done a great job of making herself hot, the label she signed to still pulls the strings, bruh. This is why they currently have her music in a vice grip.

For clarity, Meg is stating that 1501 is preventing her from releasing new music. Now, as the story goes, based on her newfound success, she tried to renegotiate her contract. After the label refused, she’s now claiming that they’re stopping her from dropping new tracks. Needless to say, Meg is frustrated with all of the red tape that she’s now dealing with. However, it’s also perfectly clear that she’s not as independent as she thinks she is. Listen, just because her label is independent doesn’t mean that she is. In actuality, an artist can’t claim independence if there’s a chain of command, son. Sadly, Carl Crawford runs the show and Meg can only do what he allows her to. All I can say is, this is why artists need to read their contracts. For all intents and purposes, Megan Thee Stallion is an employee of Carl Crawford. So, her career can only go where he lets it go.

In the end, I hope that Meg can gain some sort of liberation. If not, I hope that Crawford will at least give her a little leeway so she can continue to thrive. Ultimately, it sucks that generation after generation keeps falling victim to the shenanigans of record labels. By and by, Meg wasn’t the first and she certainly won’t be the last, man. At the end of the day, I’m not anti-record label. Frankly, I just want all artists to have a CLEAR picture of what they’re signing up for. That is all. LC out.

‘The Photograph’: The Debate Over Michael & Mae

Disclaimer: I’m back with all of the spoilers, brethren. Proceed with caution.

So, over the weekend, my wife and I went to go see Stella Meghie’s The Photograph. In any case, despite the fact that the film doesn’t stray too far away from common romantic drama themes, I still enjoyed myself, son. Moving on, after we saw the movie, my wife came across a brief review by Demetria L. Lucas. All I can say is, I disagree with her assessment of the main characters’ relationship.

Ok, before I continue, let me give a quick synopsis of the plot. So, the film revolves around Michael Block and Mae Morton. Anyway, Michael is a writer for an online magazine and Mae is a curator at a museum. Now, they end up crossing paths because Michael is writing a piece on Christina Eames, a famous photographer who also happens to be Mae’s mother. The truth is, I could delve into the entire storyline, but I’m trying to get to the source of the conflict between Michael and Mae.

Now, in the midst of getting to know each other, Michael finds out that he secured a writing job with the Associated Press in London, England. From there, Michael expresses to Mae that he still wants to pursue a relationship with her, despite her New York living situation. Hurt by the news, Mae rejects Michael’s wish to continue and chooses to just enjoy their final moments together.

With all of that being said, let’s get back to Lucas’ point. Now, in her Instagram post, she expressed disappointment with the fact that Mae goes to see Michael in London (for a Kendrick Lamar concert). In her eyes, Michael should be the one to make a move for Mae. But, the last time I checked, Mae says that she doesn’t want to pursue anything further with Michael. Frankly, when Michael gets on the plane to London, he’s under the assumption that Mae doesn’t want him. So, why would he continue to chase her down?

Look, I’m old enough to have had a few laps around the block, man. On the real, I’ve heard multiple women complain about men who “didn’t get the hint.” Also, I’ve heard women lament about guys who “wouldn’t leave [them] alone” or kept “badgering [them].” The fact is, Michael is simply respecting Mae’s wishes. Now, if Mae has a change of heart, which she ultimately does, then it is on her to communicate this. Fam, we’re all adults here. If Mae wants Michael, then she should tell him that, which is what brings her to England. All in all, I believe this situation happens exactly the way that it should, bruh.

Anyway, while I’m here, I want to address some of the caping that I saw for Christina in Lucas’ comments. Son, a few of these ladies need to stop justifying her behavior. Shit, I saw one comment where a woman said that people keep talking about Christina’s “perceived failures” instead of her accolades. Perceived? Fam, Christina gets on a Greyhound bus, without telling her partner Issac Jefferson, while pregnant with his child and doesn’t tell him (or Mae) that Mae is his for the next 30 years. Furthermore, Christina doesn’t tell her daughter that she’s sick and ends up writing all of her feelings in a letter. Keep in mind, Christina never shares any of these observations with Mae during her life.

All I know is, Christina’s accomplishments don’t negate the fact that she treats people terribly. Look, she has every right to not want to live a “mediocre” life with Issac in Louisiana. Hell, she would’ve ended up resenting him if she stayed. However, she’s still in a union with Issac. As a grown-up, she’s obligated to tell him that she’s planning to leave. She’s obligated to tell him that he has a child. Son, she essentially left Mae with the responsibility of repairing the relationship with Issac. Keeping it a buck, those aren’t “perceived failures.” Those are glaring character flaws, man.

In the end, I’m not here to bash anyone, fam. Ultimately, I just always find it interesting how factions of people can look at the same situation in drastically different ways. By and by, I thought the movie was good, bruh. At the end of the day, I think I can add it to my “rewatch-ables” list. So, great job, Meghie. Great job. That is all. LC out.

I Don’t Believe Jay Electronica

So, let’s just skip the formalities and get straight to the point, son. Real talk, I don’t believe Jay Electronica for one second, man. Listen, I’ve been fooled by his shenanigans before, fam. I mean, this guy has been promising an album since before my oldest son was born, bruh. Keep in mind, my kid was born in 2010. All I know is, until I can actually stream/buy his album, I refuse to believe anything this guy says.

Ok, for those who missed it, Jay Electronica is trying to galvanize the Rap community again. Now, just last week, he hit up Twitter and Instagram to say that his “album [is] done.” Apparently, over a 40-day period, starting on December 26 of last year, he recorded an entire record called A Written Testimony. In any case, his “plan” is to release the album on March 18, 40 days after his announcement. In addition, the word is that Jay-Z is heavily-featured on the project. Look, all of that sounds great, but I’m still not falling for the fuckery, son.

Keeping it a buck, I’ve been disappointed by this dude before, man. Like, it’s been over a decade since he first started gaining traction and we STILL don’t have a fucking album, fam. Shit, A Written Testimony sounds fantastic, but where the fuck is Act II: Patents of Nobility (the Turn)? Fam, Jay Elec went so far as to put out a track listing for that album. Hell, he even dropped like two records from the shit and STILL didn’t put it out, man. Furthermore, he found time to do sporadic guest verses on other artists’ songs, but still couldn’t give his fans what we wanted. Now, as folks could probably tell from my tone, I’m heated, bruh.

In the end, maybe he’s telling the truth this time. Ultimately, he’d have to be a sick motherfucker to NOT put this project out after yanking our chain for so many years. By and by, I’ve given up getting excited for Jay Electronica. At the end of the day, if the album actually hits my streaming services, then I’ll get hyped, son. Until then, I’ll keep on listening to some of the songs below, man. *Sigh* This dude could (can?) really rap his ass off, fam. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Look at Jay Elec’s face in that pic, bruh. The way I see it, that’s the face of a man who KNOWS he’s full of shit. All in all, we’ll see if he’s really keeping it thoro this time. Good day.

Bobby Love Was A Sh*tty Husband

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I was thoroughly entertained by Humans of New York‘s story about Bobby and Cheryl Love. I mean, after my wife sent me the Instagram thread, I was definitely enthralled by Walter Miller‘s, excuse me, Bobby Love’s story. In any case, I was a little taken aback by all of the comments from people who seemed to champion this love story. The truth is, regardless of the fact that he was running from the law, Love was just a shitty ass husband, man.

Ok, for those who missed it, the Love story goes as follows: Bobby Love was born with the name Walter Miller and was raised in North Carolina. Moving on, by his own assertion, he was a rebellious kid who engaged in all types of shenanigans. Anyway, after a string of bank robberies that left him with bullet holes in his ass (literally), Miller was sentenced to significant prison time. Now, after a relatively short period, Miller decided to escape from his bondage. So, eventually, he was able to duck past the guards, hop on a bus and he made his way to New York in 1977. From there, he changed his name to Bobby Love, met his wife and raised a few kids. Hell, his marriage has actually remained intact for about forty years, fam.

Now, the Love’s world came crashing down when the authorities finally caught up with him in 2015. After decades of being on the lam, Love was forced to confront his past and tell his wife who he really was. All this time, he had been lying to Cheryl about his true identity. In the aftermath of this ordeal, Cheryl has tried to gain clarity on this entire situation. She now believes that the gaps in Bobby’s love for her, pun intended, were due to this mammoth secret he was keeping. The way I see it, he was just a terrible fucking husband, bruh.

Look, in her own words, Cheryl said “We had some beautiful love making. But other than that, there wasn’t much affection. Not many hugs. Not much cuddling. Not much communication. I could only get so close and he’d shut down. Sometimes, when we were arguing, I’d be pouring myself out to him. And he’d just sit there with a scowl on his face.” *Sigh* I hate to break it to Cheryl, but I HIGHLY doubt that anything she just said is related to him being a fugitive.

Listen, being on the run is not an excuse for not being attentive. Being on the run is not an excuse for not giving hugs. Being on the run is not an excuse for not acknowledging a spouse’s feelings. Man, for years, Cheryl wondered if something was wrong with her because Bobby didn’t seem to give a fuck. Like, she shed a ton of tears feeling inadequate. All I can say is, I’m not chalking that up to him being an escaped convict, brethren. Now, I can understand not posing for pictures or wondering if he was being followed. But, in the sanctity of their home, he could’ve done a MUCH better job of valuing his wife. So, nah son, I’m not letting Bobby off of the hook for basically being an absentee husband.

In the end, I truly believe that Bobby Love was a typical dude from that generation. Ultimately, if he was paying the bills and raising the kids, then what’s the problem, right? By and by, I feel like Cheryl is now trying to give Bobby an out for his questionable behavior. At the end of the day, I don’t think that she wants to feel like she just wasted forty years of her life. All I know is, Walter Miller isn’t the reason why Bobby Love was a shitty husband. Frankly, Bobby Love did that all by himself. That is all. LC out.