Today was my son’s first football game – I volunteered to be the game announcer…and even though it was my first time doing something like that I acted like i was a pro and had been doing it all my life. Me and another team dad sat in the announcer’s box and began to tap into out mojo. Kind of hard to watch your son on the field…have a microphone and NOT talk about your son – or directly to him over the loud-speakers…
I really wanted to talk to jojo when he got tackled in the backfield for a loss of 5 yards and got up and did a celebration dance…I’m like DUDE! – you didn’t do anything dance-worthy….STOP TOOTSIE ROLLING! – but the pure want for me to want him to have fun while out there enabled my chill….you know what son…tootsie roll out there all you want – even though you all are losing by 30+ right now….I wonder where he gets that from? I mean to really not be affected by circumstance or situation, and no matter what ….get off of the turf and show the people what you got.
I think I learned something today…not only as a dad – but as a fan…..
Please listen before reading the post….
In a conversation with a very knowledgeable friend of mine (Hector Sanchez) – he asked me a good question.. “Who killed soul?” …. I had to think for awhile…i thought about how there are no more groups singing. The last successful female group was Destiny’s Child, and correct me if im wrong but the last male group was between 112 and Dru Hill (no i don’t count Day 26) – I’m talking about groups that made timeless hits.
Listening to Harold Melvin sing his heart out, the Blue Notes backing the song up with the utmost conviction really made me “miss” songs like this? The artists that used to make soul, or that have the ability to do ….instead make pop. I do get that there are the Neo-Soul artists out there, and the unsung singers crooning at any local event….but just as we mourn the death of Hip Hop but realize that those elements too still exist – I look at soul music’s obituary and I wonder how many kids they left behind and who’s going to grow up and make papa soul proud. People like Usher and Neo definitely have the ability to go there but their techno infused records leave me standing in the rain looking like Darryl after Lisa dumped him.
I think the closest we have to a soul singer today (as far as mainstream is concerned…is OFWGKTA’s Frank Ocean – period.
After all – she does hold your pain
the rain from your eyes water the sidewalk with your emotion
flowers bloom with pieces of you
hurt provokes cries from the soul that the body masks
the face masks
staring at many moons wondering how long will it last
…and after it all – she holds your sanity
thoughts line the inner-wall of your brain cavity until it cradles your gray
thoughts drive your actions – the words we don’t say
and after it is all said and done – she is standing there, waiting for the sign
the words you give her have sound but are void of meaning…
The movie lacked a certain gore factor that should be present in any and every zombie movie…I felt like I was watching PBS’ take on a zombie flick – I will admit though…the airplane scene was a little exciting…I didn’t think anything could be more awesome than snakes on a m&^%$$!! plane, but I think zombies might have trumped Sammy L’s plane scenario. It’s as if they attempted to make a zombie movie that wasn’t scary…heresy.
Bottom line is…(i would write more but there isn’t much to be said about this movie)
If you haven’t seem this movie then I recommend that you do something different like get your toenails removed – or….perhaps have a hot dog eating contest by yourself.
To all of the responsible fathers out there – much love to you and may God bless you in everything that you lay your hand to.
I often think about how much my dad impacts my today – how much his anecdotes and parables to walk me to conclusions play out daily when I interact and guide my sons. I take with great seriousness the past that I’m giving my two future men. What will they think when they are my age? – which moments will stand out? where will I fail – and in my failure will, and how much will it impact them. This should be on the shoulders of every father…everyday matters – every hug means something – every positive affirmation melds with their soul and every word attached with destruction will haunt them. Discipline with love and care – push them to their limits – see greater for them than what you can even imagine for yourself – whatever my boys set in their minds that they want to do….i instill in them that they can be the greatest – solemn conversations about how they feel, enabling them to share emotion will prove best in their relationships later. I know the unpopular thing to do is to encourage young boys that its okay to cry…in those moments when crying necessary…i am there to hug them. – crying is nothing more than your being expressing emotions when words just won’t cut it. So if we take away that outlet for them to do so, then when they are emotionally stirred and they believe that men shouldn’t cry…they’ll either deal with it in aggression – or hold it in until becomes depression
show your children that compassion and love are what drives us as humans – these things, coming from a father sets great example. I’m glad i had that example. I encourage you to be that example.
To all of the men out there that aren’t taking care of your children – I pray that your hearts warm towards your seeds, and that you get in place…
I’m going to take you back to the 8th grade -back when i was a young stick-figured built teenager, still trying to find identity in the safari that is known as our school system. During that time i was really budding as a basketball player and after my 8th grade year was over, I traveled with the varsity team and began to workout with them. My skill-sets were growing but I still didn’t a certain hooper’s penache that a lot of my peers had….my best friend Los was irritated about his lack of playing time during our 8th grade season – so he was hell-bent on proving himself as a hooper. Los boldly proclaimed one day as we walked across a long parking lot that during his freshmen year that he was going to start dunking on people…I looked at his 5’4″ skinny frame and thought – “is this dude serious?” – i think i subconsciously doubted him (and if anyone knows Los, you know that one thing you shouldn’t do is doubt him)
We went into the genesis of our high school career and Karlos began to display ridiculous amounts of spring. This kid was flying all over the place…and me and Los did everything together so I KNOW he wasn’t in the weightroom – now i had the ability to dunk- but not the ability to soar through the air…what was this dude doing?….I mean he was sometimes the smallest person on the court – but he was dunking on everyone – creating some of the best highlights in the late 90s that we still talk about to this day.
One day during practice, Los…possibly frustrated at my inability to cash in on frequent flyer miles pulled me to the side. He pointed out a bolt that stuck out of the back of the structure that held the backboard in place as it was suspended from the rafters of the gym. He said “KB…you see that bolt?…run, jump, and touch it” – so I did. He then said “now look at where that bolt is in reference to the rim…” The bolt was about 10″ above the rim! – The lesson Los taught me here was that it’s all about where you set your sights. When Karlos went up for a dunk he aimed to dunk the ball at the top of the backboard…and on the way…he ended up at the rim. This applies to life – keep your goals lofty but workable and fly through the air when the opportunity presents itself. In doing that – you will experience that “Air Life” while others are just laying it up.
Thanks Karlos – I love you brother #LU