Whoo boy, everything basically is just happening and since we all love the nightlife, it is a "changing" as we begin the new decade, which, to me, is now a reflection of the 1970s disco era and the juxtaposed days when afro and jingling outfits were the calling. Yes, it all came back and it's now called grafitti rock, in a way, to patronize what was supposed to have exploded in the 1980s.
Remember Grafitti Rock? Culled from the hip-hop based television program, originally screened in 1984 which was intended as an on-going series but never was continued after the pilot, though the days of the calling brought along with it a fierce competition. Run DMC, Special K., Kool Moe Dee - it's all back now and just take a walk down the streets in Downtown Los Angeles and you'll see for yourself what the hell is going on there. Breakdancing on 7th Street and Main Street with deejays and rappers puffing and thrilling the audience, and the party animals following accordingly. Absolutely no color lines which symbolizes a new era, and just like all of a sudden the Blue Dog Democrats and the Tea Parties erupted and sarah Palin is promoting all that which did lead to her commercial success.
You see how the world is changing?
The jams, a collection from the 1970s to the new millennium is unimmaginable when a ballroom becomes waxed with vibes like Deep Purple, Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, Michael Jackson, and all kinds of "acid" and garage rock coupled with the blending of hip-hop.
Whew, I have no idea where to begin with the overwhelming questionaire I know not of how it all began, and of course, based on the goings on and, one trying the ultimate best not to be dragged into some kind of mudslinging which has been a commonplace thing these days especially with our engagements in nasty political tactics which did puzzle the internet brigades, the Yahooligans who are now caught up in starting something they could not finish as they run for their lives with all their handles. I'm talking to non other than the tyrant Martin Akindana who has no clue what he's doing to himself in this free world of ours. But like the ordinary street guy would say, "nothing spoil" and life goes on.
The brouhaha is the temporary closure of comments, doesn't really mean censorship but the caution to avoid the Black Hats who can cause damage the moment the opportunity knocks. A whole lot has been going on and with myself not showing any sign of slowing down, the party begins with fascinating lines of casts.
I have been told the 2010 African Goodwill Awards scheduled for Saturday, April 24, 2010 at the Veterans Memorial Complex has learned with caution on how to go about its programs since the critics have complained on a wide range of problems - from the organizing committees to the sponsors. This year's awards will be hosted by Monie Mon and co-hosted by Hakeem Kae-Kazim ("My American Nurse 2," "Hotel Rwanda" and the innovating, addictive and acclaimed television drama "24"), with the following inductees: Councilman Daniel Tabor, Monique Brown, Ynez Gilmer, Prof. Gwen Marie Thomas, Columnist Anthony A. Samad, Jim Brown and Blair Underwood.
Kimberly Anyadike, among others will be celebrating their dedication, commitment and achievement in life. I'm happy for Charles and Pamela Anyadike (Kimberly's parents) who have used the amazing power of parental guidance to raise a brilliant child, flying an aircraft at that tender age. Charles, my friend for many years now, is just a good man.
Oh, before I drop my pen, another thing seems to be happening around my neck of the woods. The complaint that I haven't been writing much. Just stay tuned, there's more to come, particularly on culture and politicking in a fast changing world.
Maybe it's time to break the ice!
