On a day of bitching and a Stock Market crash, the CB3 (Cambridge Hall, Third Floor) homie Loco, aka Damon send me this youtube gem. I remember my folks saying they saw me on TV but I didn’t think much of it, this is before DVRs. 0:41 seconds in... a skinny young Will Wash with the bush and huge sweatshirt and again at 0:51
Being one of the mascots was the greatest experience of my youth. Shout to my partner Ian Murphy and The University of Maryland Cheerleaders. LET’S GO TERPS!!!
I did a normal Will Wash tweet and the dude seen it and felt the need to response.
What did you say?
“Al Roker is the worst #thatsallthanks”
Why?
Because I was forced to watch the Today Show and I felt like killing myself.
What did he say?
Really I don’t know, I didn’t understand it. Some kind of play on my words. Probably a joke, but we all know he ain’t funny. But you know, I’m from DC. We don’t get star struck, so I carried him.
Was it really Al Roker?
Dunno for sure but it came from his Twitter account. He was verified.
Why was you picking on him?
I wasn’t. It was like an under the breath comment. Who told him to get all sensitive? Unless he knows it true!
As many of my friends know I get these “great” ideas from time to time. But there is this one that keeps coming back over the years. “Let’s make a movie!” Years later, and several camcorders later too, there is nothing to show for it. It’s my personal unicorn or pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Most of the time it just ends with talk and no actions. Part lack of creativity and part lack of stick-to-it-ous.
So today my mind is wondering at work and it hits me look for lamps on Amazon.com so you can NOW make a movie. Also Paranormal Activity started the wheel turning again too. If they can do an $11,000 movie, I can do a $20 short. LOL
I get on Google chat with Lu and say let’s try again, and to my surprise he says sure he got a new camera he wants to try out. I was expecting an “again?” or “are you going to finish this time?” He mentions my old script. This is the closest we ever got to making a movie. It was a script I wrote years ago while sitting in class one day. For the record I didn’t like it, and every time I read it I hate it even more now. Everyone that read it said they like it but refused help edit or improve it. I want it to disappear from the earth but it is the closest I have ever gotten to seeing a unicorn and don’t want to lose that.
My main focuses of my shame is how poorly it was written, the language used (it was many years ago and I have matured a lot), and it reads like a complete rip off. So now it’s time to lay it rest and replace it.
So I start my Winter challenges. First challenge is the Creative Writing Challenge: to write a short script no more than 10 minutes. Contain little to no special effects and a single room location. I sent out the challenge to Susan, and she accepted the writing challenge. This should be fun.
I am also challenging everyone else to accept this script writing challenge and let’s see what we can come up with.
We have been having so much fun in Kassel with our German family we have fallen off out itinerary and are readjusting. It feels so good reconnecting. Last night after barbequing we sat around and some how talking turned into a sweaty dance party. Our family has a good time.
Last Saturday after some amazing seafood in Annapolis, I went to the movies with America’s favorite newlyweds, Chalmer and Crystal. The closest theater on our way back to DC was Bowie; so we went there. When we get there is a gang (slang for a lot) of little youngins. It looked like school just let out and they all were hanging around. My thoughts were: there are no adults out here and all these boys have on tight ass jeans. Not a normal or baggy pair in sight. It felt like the Twilight Zone. I ain’t around high school kids that much and ones I do see are in VA and Mo County mostly. I don’t think the epidemic is as bad there as in DC and PG County. And dreads, high tops, and tight jeans is an epidemic. They are like zombies all looking the same, just slightly different looking faces. Ghetto smurfs- all with the same uniform just different names. I agree with Crystal, I feel sorry for the younger girls; their pickings is slim. I see why the lesbian option is starting younger and more frequently.
As good luck would have it, we missed the 9:00 3D showing of Final Destination by 10 minutes and had to get tickets to the 11 show. This was cool because one of Crystal’s girlfriends decided to meet up with us.
In the lobby of the movie theater I saw a bomb ass display of DMV’s own Taraji Henson looking sexy. But you should of seen my face when I read Tyler Parry’s name on it. Chalmer saw my face and asked me what was wrong. I said it’s a Tyler Perry movie, I was blown because I like Taraji Henson. He understood. I will save my Tyler Perry rant for another day, too tired to deal with the fan girls what will defend his bamma ass.
To past the time, we walk over to Friday’s and grab a spot at the bar. Well, two of us do. I’m not going to talk about the lady holding up a spot at bar waiting for a date that will never come. Kind of felt bad for her even though I was talking about her ass like a dog for holding up that spot for 2 hours while people had to stand. …But she had hot date, or what was suppose to be a hot date.
Friday’s was cool because they had $4 margaritas, long island, and mojitos. So you know we was getting it in. And I had to get a sundae after smelling all the fudge from Annapolis’ Main Street. But speaking of fudge and I don’t judge. Two dudes came in to the bar and sat on the other side of us. One looked like TI and the other, like a generic dark skinned bald head, big muscles dude with a tight ass polo; gym, model type. The came in together but sat with a good size gap between them. It was larger than one between Me and Chalmer and Crystal and her girlfriend, Kia,while we was talking. So TI’s ordered drink comes it’s tall ass frozen strawberry something and little big man in a tight ass shirt get a glass of light purple/pink wine. I turn to Chalmer and go, “They gay.” At the same time Kia and Crystal are discussing the same thing in their convo and turn over to us and we all know we was talking about the same thing and bust out laughing. But they was cool and silent. I think they were either boys or on awkward ass date. Because they didn’t talk to each other the whole time at the bar and then we saw them later together in line waiting to get in to see the movie. Who had a worst night? Them or the chick that got stood up?
On the way back to the theater, we see a bunch of cop cars and kids scattered like insects talking to each other. So we overhear that there was a fight. Instantly, I’m upset that I missed it. LOL I had my flip cam on me too. So we walk pass and the police got all the kids involved lined up on the curb.
Here’s my thing, the Hard Questions, how are you going to be gangster in middle of nowhere and in tight ass pants? Look at what happened, they all got caught. Let’s be honest, back in the day when we got in a fight, we got away and didn’t get caught by the police. One, you don’t stick around afterwards. But I guess because it was Bowie and no one lives in walking distance to ANYTHING. So they might of gotten caught by waiting for their ride. Two, even if they wanted to run from the police or the gang of boys wanting to beat yall up, they couldn’t because their pants are hanging below their ass and too tight to stretch. The physics for running is impossible. Gangstas don’t wear skinny jeans because you can’t do gangsta shit in skinny jeans. That’s why loose pants, Tims, and an old easy to tear wife beater is the uniform of choice. LOL
So my friend told me he sent me a youtube link of my favorite Go-Go band. I was like, ok. Considering it's a mid 90's band that haven't exactly been trying to stay noticed since they broke up in the late 90's, I figured it was an old video from back in the day. But he insisted I watch it, because I would love it. And I did. Love it, that is. It was from last month and they were playing in Maine, out of all places. You have to understand, Go-Go music is a local inner city style of music found only here in Washington, D.C. So they were playing away from home and get this... the people listening was partying just as hard to it as we locals do! I'm not usually one to point out racial things (well, sometimes) but many consider go-go music to be a type of black music (ignorance), if there is such a thing. And the audience in Maine was entirely white. Oh did I love it. Little things like that is what gives me hope for the future of this country. A really old local band went to a American Folk Music Festival in Maine and tore the house down. Why? Because the people were open to something they may not be familiar with also they was willing to give it a chance. And guess what? They loved it. They was crowd surfing and chanting and all! Watch the clip. You could see the emotion in the crowd all the way to the back. Check out grandma in the front row!
The people in Bangor, ME got to feel the emotion in the music that the inner city youth of DC risked violence to feel too. It's one of those things you need to experience live. Go-Go music just is... Something you feel.
Check out the girls on stage too!
A bit of history... from the billing a the festival:
Junk Yard Band
go-go
Washington, D.C.
For nearly 40 years, the dominant dance beat of our nation’s capital has been a heavily syncopated, percussive music called “go-go.” Go-go is a blend of Latin beats, call-and response chants, rhythm and blues, and jazz layered over a signature pattern of syncopated quarter and eighth note rhythms laid down on snare, kick drum and high hat cymbals. A regional offshoot of funk pioneered in the early ‘70s by Chuck Brown, go-go has over the years developed its own distinctive sound, dance moves, and traditions. Best enjoyed live, it has thrived around marathon performances, bootlegged recordings of live sets, and the almost rabid obsession of its local fans. Over several hours on stage in a crowded dance club the beat never stops, and the interaction between the band and the audience is an integral part of the go-go experience.
In the early 1980s a group of teenagers and children, some as young as eight, from the D.C. housing project known as “Barry Farms” formed a little neighborhood go-go band. Using an assortment of handmade and found instruments - paint buckets, hubcaps, crates, cans and old pots and pans - they began playing regularly around Barry Farms, at community events, and frequently busked on the streets. As more gigs and money became available they were able to swap out their scavenged "junk" for real instruments. In reference to their humble beginnings, they took the name Junk Yard Band, and quickly rose to the top of the D.C. music scene.
The group’s busking created a sensation and the group became somewhat of a tourist attraction, helping to land Junk Yard roles in the movies D.C. Cab with Mr. T and Tougher than Leather with Run DMC, as well as a recording contract with the pioneering hip-hop label Def Jam. Under Def Jam, the group released the single "Sardines." The song’s catchy go-go beat and call-and-response hook, “Sardines! Hey, and Pork and Beans!" captured national attention. Junk Yard, along with a few other go-go artists like Chuck Brown, Trouble Funk, Rare Essence, and E.U, developed a successful East Coast touring circuit, and shared the bill with hip-hop artists such as LL Cool J, Salt-N-Pepa and the Beastie Boys.
While newer styles have nudged go-go from the media limelight, go-go music still reigns in and around D.C., and Junk Yard still presides over marathon parties, laying down its signature groove with a frontline of vocalists that keep the party going and going and going . . .
This weekend was Hurricane Hanna, and I was invited to a friend's housewarming. But that didn't stop her. She is a party animal. First, let me follow directions and first say that my friend, Team Ari's friends are hot or hawt as they say. Check out the video embedded.
It was a fun and interesting night. Despite the earlier rains and wind, there was a lot people out that night. I met a lot of new cool, semi-cool, and fun peeps that night fo' sho (that's my Flavor Flav). I would have to say that the most interesting person that night (besides Nick) was a nice pretty young lady named Stephanie. Stephanie liked my t-shirt. I was wearing my "Can't Sell Dope Forever" t-shirt. And the poor child thought it meant I was a drug dealer. After explaining to her dope is cocaine or heroin and not marijuana, we agreed to disagree and had a great discussion on social and political effects of the drug trade. I think I was able to convince her that 1. you don't get high on your own supply and 2. people (other than her, because she said she never would) really out grow drugs or at least should. It's like the old guy in the club, you can't be that guy. So you sell weed in college, then you graduate. You going to still continue? Who's your new customers? What's the risk/reward value now? Can't you make more with a degree than pushing dimes and nicks? Hopefully, one day sweetie will see my point. ...Or was she fucking with me?! Come to think about it, we had a lot in common. Admittedly, we both like to play devil's advocate. haha, funny i think she got me.
Shout outs is so hood, but fun. So let me give some shout outs. Shout out to Team Ari and her roommates, it always a pleasure. Shout out to Omid, for hanging with me and providing the laughs. Shout to Allison and Jenny, the dynamic duo. Special Big ups to Jenny for letting the girls breathe. Jenny is butter! Shout out to the Jack Black/Shaggy Doo/Ben for spinning all the hits like Coolio! Shout out to Stephanie for her determination, I guess it's OK to be a weed head for life. I don't judge. Big ups to Allison, for providing us with plenty of cheese that night. Shout out Allison, Jenny, and Renee's high school friend that crashed the party, he was the coolest says Allison several times. Shout out to Lauren, I was SO feeling the Barack Obama button. Lauren earn a hundred cool points from me. Shout to Greg, for not being afraid to ask questions. And no, I haven't seen Jordan lately. Shout to Jeff, for feeling what I was saying on the couch. I'm always right, homie. Shout out to Renee, for not hiding those pretty eyes from the camera. They need to be shared with the world. Shout out to Matt and the "Team Ari Security Team." Shout out to the Radford chick, for being for Sigma Pi before being against them, the republican party needs more people like you. Shout to Nick, for being the funniest guy alive! "I want Five Guys" too. lol And a huge big ups to Team Ari, for keeping it real with me on and off camera. Thanks for listening to me, and I so value what you say.
Peace. I'm out till next time.
This is part of what I recorded friday night out at Howard Homecoming. It was big fight between DC and the out of towners. Like dude says, "When you come to DC you get it like that." Now watch Big Cuz get slumped.
I'm the lab cutting, then I packaged it up to distribute to the public. So then I go outside to show off my proceeds. Them hoes seen what I just drove and want to know if I'm selling drugs. No, bitch, I'm just dope.
In the lobby of the movie theater I saw a bomb ass display of DMV’s own Taraji Henson looking sexy. But you should of seen my face when I read Tyler Parry’s name on it. Chalmer saw my face and asked me what was wrong. I said it’s a Tyler Perry movie, I was blown because I like Taraji Henson. He understood. I will save my Tyler Perry rant for another day, too tired to deal with the fan girls what will defend his bamma ass.
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