Prank goes VERY wrong! I feel him tho, I would have done the same thing!
Intro To Myself
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
What Happened? { Discussion on Music }
This is just a reflection of some of the things that I’ve been thinking about lately. I am more than a music enthusiast, I am obsessed with it! Not many people have the collection of music I have! (Ok I have over 9,600 songs on my iPod) I’m sure people have more than that, but not many! Lol
Anyway…this one is about the travel of time in Hip-Hop.
Just 10 years ago I was only 11 & I had no idea about the music business or the nature of it. In ’98 R&B was starting to wane from its legendary status as creativity was lessening & more talk of sex, popularity & money began to occur. In this time period several albums dropped & some were very good while others were very bad.
Usher’s “My Way” came this year & brought Usher to the forefront & was pivotal in making him the big name singer he is today. (Go out & pick up “Here I Stand” great album!)
One of the biggest albums of this year was R. Kelly’s “R.” This album helped R. Kelly become much bigger as an international artist & was pivotal as pushing him to his status now.
The R. Kelly we have now is one that recently got acquitted of all charges (Which I feel he was guilty of, but he & God will handle that one…) & one that doesn’t sing like he used to in my opinion. I remember the days of R&B where artists could really blow & you could hear & feel their passion in the songs they sang. Now… All I hear is songs built to follow the “hit” formula. That is the catchy hook, simply rhymes & a guest appearance. What happened to albums when artists didn’t need a feature to go platinum? What happened to substance?
Flava Flav…Originally a member of Public Enemy. A group that helped define rebellion, intelligence, and power. They were a group driven to fight against the structure that is our government that persecutes black people just for being black. I remember a phrase they always said, “I’ll never sell out!”
Flavor of Love…nuff said.
I thought the show was funny & entertaining & Hoopz was fine! The more I think about it though, in the end the power won the fight. He ended up just another clown. I’ll always respect what he was a part of but I wonder, does time make a person lose their resolve? Or was he that hard up for cash that his show was the best idea he came up with?
I think he just stopped caring. Maybe he never meant what he was doing in the first place…
Remember the days when we would anticipate albums highly and not just because of the hot record on it? The days when you knew from start to finish you were listening to a classic? Maybe it’s just me, but I expect more out of these “artists” than what they are giving. I know the industry can’t wait to exploit you and dump you, but where are the people who make music for the love of doing it?
I’m gonna leave this one up in the air for right now… what do you think of this situation?
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
Anyway…this one is about the travel of time in Hip-Hop.
Just 10 years ago I was only 11 & I had no idea about the music business or the nature of it. In ’98 R&B was starting to wane from its legendary status as creativity was lessening & more talk of sex, popularity & money began to occur. In this time period several albums dropped & some were very good while others were very bad.
Usher’s “My Way” came this year & brought Usher to the forefront & was pivotal in making him the big name singer he is today. (Go out & pick up “Here I Stand” great album!)
One of the biggest albums of this year was R. Kelly’s “R.” This album helped R. Kelly become much bigger as an international artist & was pivotal as pushing him to his status now.
The R. Kelly we have now is one that recently got acquitted of all charges (Which I feel he was guilty of, but he & God will handle that one…) & one that doesn’t sing like he used to in my opinion. I remember the days of R&B where artists could really blow & you could hear & feel their passion in the songs they sang. Now… All I hear is songs built to follow the “hit” formula. That is the catchy hook, simply rhymes & a guest appearance. What happened to albums when artists didn’t need a feature to go platinum? What happened to substance?
Flava Flav…Originally a member of Public Enemy. A group that helped define rebellion, intelligence, and power. They were a group driven to fight against the structure that is our government that persecutes black people just for being black. I remember a phrase they always said, “I’ll never sell out!”
Flavor of Love…nuff said.
I thought the show was funny & entertaining & Hoopz was fine! The more I think about it though, in the end the power won the fight. He ended up just another clown. I’ll always respect what he was a part of but I wonder, does time make a person lose their resolve? Or was he that hard up for cash that his show was the best idea he came up with?
I think he just stopped caring. Maybe he never meant what he was doing in the first place…
Remember the days when we would anticipate albums highly and not just because of the hot record on it? The days when you knew from start to finish you were listening to a classic? Maybe it’s just me, but I expect more out of these “artists” than what they are giving. I know the industry can’t wait to exploit you and dump you, but where are the people who make music for the love of doing it?
I’m gonna leave this one up in the air for right now… what do you think of this situation?
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Jay's Top Vids For The Week of 8/18/08! { Me! LOL }
Fan Blades
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Visual Possession
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Be on the lookout! More posts coming VERY soon! Thanks to all those that regularly & irregularly check out my website! Be safe!
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
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Visual Possession
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Be on the lookout! More posts coming VERY soon! Thanks to all those that regularly & irregularly check out my website! Be safe!
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
Sunday, August 17, 2008
The Rose's Silhouette
There's more to a flower...
In a vast field sunlight beams down. 12 in the afternoon, school's still in so there are no kids around. Temp is about 90, some flowers crumble under the heat, plus it's dry…hasn't rained all week. Bumblebees are active, sucking whatever they can; they'll give the honey up unwillingly in a bid to feed man. As it gradually get hotter the bees start to dissipate, & the number of flowers that have died is a number that's great. There is a harsh wind that whips the flowers' about, wind so great some flowers' roots are pulled out. School is finished kids come to play with the flowers, but if one has thorns it will be devoured.
You can't eat one, but you can detach it from its family, the flower, if able to speak would beg for amnesty. It's about 2 now, temp rose to 105, some flowers still stand, it's a miracle they're alive. The wind whips again, harsh but precise. You'd think one gust was enough, but it flew in twice. All the bees are gone, the new batch is not as good, but they will suffice. The queen is reluctant to give any but she has no choice, it's futile to fight. It's too bad the bees were not a MASTER of their craft, & had to be there for a price, this joint is just a giant metaphor for a slave's life.
The roses are the slaves' humanity, but when you make them bees they cause internal anarchy. Self-consumption combined with beatings equal death, so when the baby girl who smiles cuz she saw mommy & daddy in a dream, has to wake & realize it was just their Rose's Silhouette…
**Fueled by passion, drvien by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
In a vast field sunlight beams down. 12 in the afternoon, school's still in so there are no kids around. Temp is about 90, some flowers crumble under the heat, plus it's dry…hasn't rained all week. Bumblebees are active, sucking whatever they can; they'll give the honey up unwillingly in a bid to feed man. As it gradually get hotter the bees start to dissipate, & the number of flowers that have died is a number that's great. There is a harsh wind that whips the flowers' about, wind so great some flowers' roots are pulled out. School is finished kids come to play with the flowers, but if one has thorns it will be devoured.
You can't eat one, but you can detach it from its family, the flower, if able to speak would beg for amnesty. It's about 2 now, temp rose to 105, some flowers still stand, it's a miracle they're alive. The wind whips again, harsh but precise. You'd think one gust was enough, but it flew in twice. All the bees are gone, the new batch is not as good, but they will suffice. The queen is reluctant to give any but she has no choice, it's futile to fight. It's too bad the bees were not a MASTER of their craft, & had to be there for a price, this joint is just a giant metaphor for a slave's life.
The roses are the slaves' humanity, but when you make them bees they cause internal anarchy. Self-consumption combined with beatings equal death, so when the baby girl who smiles cuz she saw mommy & daddy in a dream, has to wake & realize it was just their Rose's Silhouette…
**Fueled by passion, drvien by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
Friday, August 15, 2008
Promises, Promises { Pt. IV of JioVanni's Prayer }
How soon I forget where I came from, if I opened my ears I would hear you say, “I gave you your name son.” Then you have these idiots that worship the sun god who I know now to be Lucifer, death to him like a woman mad at a guy who abused her. I hate shapes. These shapes that I hate are triangles, stars & diamonds, ok…
I told you I was sorry TOO many times to count, but my actions make it seem like it’s your name I denounce. I’m hurt cuz my own mother thinks I’m hellbound, quizzing me on your name like learning about you is the class I chose to drop out. The world deems you worthless if you’re not talking large amounts, but it’s the one’s who are poor who have the riches, so who’s quantity matters now?
I think back to my youth & not too many years ago, when my personal war wounds made my inner blood flow. They say no one can, I mean I say no one can hurt you like family, I was never heard so I acted out my inner angry fantasies angrily. I was labeled a problem & looked at as a fixer upper by people who didn’t pay attention to the laws that were sent from the upper.
“I swear God I want you to kill her!” Youthful hatred inserted by evil never knowing that the sins of the father would lead to our home’s upheaval.
If I was scotch, my relationship with my mother was on the rocks, shaken & stirred & I took more than 007 shots. Benefit of the doubt, she’s my mother, all this crap until one day I would soon discover, that this was my destiny, my version of leprosy, I reached out to touch you & you were always there for me.
I remember being broken hearted when my brother wouldn’t pick me up, something happened; another chance & he would continually stand me up. I’d hate him then love him if he’d come sporadically but I didn’t know his disappointment was the devil’s way of attacking me.
Promises, promises… I have promises to keep, I’m mad at others when they lie but I’ve been breaking your heart for years & you silently weep.
I’m sorry…
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
I told you I was sorry TOO many times to count, but my actions make it seem like it’s your name I denounce. I’m hurt cuz my own mother thinks I’m hellbound, quizzing me on your name like learning about you is the class I chose to drop out. The world deems you worthless if you’re not talking large amounts, but it’s the one’s who are poor who have the riches, so who’s quantity matters now?
I think back to my youth & not too many years ago, when my personal war wounds made my inner blood flow. They say no one can, I mean I say no one can hurt you like family, I was never heard so I acted out my inner angry fantasies angrily. I was labeled a problem & looked at as a fixer upper by people who didn’t pay attention to the laws that were sent from the upper.
“I swear God I want you to kill her!” Youthful hatred inserted by evil never knowing that the sins of the father would lead to our home’s upheaval.
If I was scotch, my relationship with my mother was on the rocks, shaken & stirred & I took more than 007 shots. Benefit of the doubt, she’s my mother, all this crap until one day I would soon discover, that this was my destiny, my version of leprosy, I reached out to touch you & you were always there for me.
I remember being broken hearted when my brother wouldn’t pick me up, something happened; another chance & he would continually stand me up. I’d hate him then love him if he’d come sporadically but I didn’t know his disappointment was the devil’s way of attacking me.
Promises, promises… I have promises to keep, I’m mad at others when they lie but I’ve been breaking your heart for years & you silently weep.
I’m sorry…
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Jay's Top Vids For The Week of 8/11/08!
Bernie Mac – “My Sister’s Kids”
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Bernie Mac – “Def Comedy Jam”
R.I.P. Bernie Mac!!!
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H-Town – “Jezebel”
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Joell Ortiz – “Hip Hop”
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Isaac Hayes – “Theme From Shaft”
R.I.P. Isaac Hayes!!!
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2Pac – “So Many Tears”
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Eminem – “Stan”
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Mos Def – “Mr. Nigga”
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Bernie Mac – “Def Comedy Jam”
R.I.P. Bernie Mac!!!
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H-Town – “Jezebel”
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Joell Ortiz – “Hip Hop”
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Isaac Hayes – “Theme From Shaft”
R.I.P. Isaac Hayes!!!
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2Pac – “So Many Tears”
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Eminem – “Stan”
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Mos Def – “Mr. Nigga”
Monday, August 4, 2008
Jay's Top 10 Vids for the Week of 8/4/08
"More Than Friends" by Estelle
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"Say Hey There" by Atmosphere
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"Ain't No Sunshine" by Bill Withers
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"Lifetime" by Usher
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"Mr. Carter" by Lil' Wayne ft. Jay-Z
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"Up North Trip" by Mobb Deep
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"Little Child, Runnin' Wild" by Curtis Mayfield
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"Little Weapon" by Lupe Fiasco
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"Falsetto" by The-Dream
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"Hurt" by T.I. ft. Alfamega & Busta Rhymes
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"Say Hey There" by Atmosphere
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"Ain't No Sunshine" by Bill Withers
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"Lifetime" by Usher
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"Mr. Carter" by Lil' Wayne ft. Jay-Z
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"Up North Trip" by Mobb Deep
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"Little Child, Runnin' Wild" by Curtis Mayfield
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"Little Weapon" by Lupe Fiasco
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"Falsetto" by The-Dream
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"Hurt" by T.I. ft. Alfamega & Busta Rhymes
Friday, August 1, 2008
Tell Him Your Sorrow { Pt. III of JioVanni's Prayer }
What’s my sorrow?
My sorrow is the hypocrisy of the world, my sorrow is the female who dresses like a stripper & is shocked when she is not treated like a classy girl. My sorrow is the women who bash 90% of men when they get 1 dog. It’s not enough that society hates us, but now it's our own women havin us flogged. My sorrow is pain, my pain is sorrow, pride makes it hard to ask when I’m in need of something 2 borrow. My sorrow is gossip, double talking & lies, my sorrow is when the shine goes to the flashy & none to the hard worker who actually tries. My sorrow is how people think they know true Hip-Hop, but they would rather dub it than run to their local CD shop. My sorrow is a mind that thinks of sex too much, my sorrow is pimps who degrade women & have the audacity to commit blasphemy when they say, “Chuuuch!”
To be truthful my sorrow is the church…
Who is this pastor that is SUPPOSED to bless me, he’s just another version of the same salad, but only difference is he’s got dressing. Who are they to damn people who don’t live the life You prescribed, I know they’re wrong cuz you forgave the worst when the guy was on the cross by your side. My sorrow is perfection being associated with white. Let me tell you what I dream of when I sleep @ night. I dream of the black duck that is considered ugly, I dream of a black Christmas, I dream of a black Santa but he doesn’t exist so let me scratch out that wish list. My sorrow is a dream of a loveless marriage, & the only unity they have is in a baby carriage. Speaking of marriage… My sorrow is people who don’t take it serious, like these people on Facebook, they MUST be delirious.
You are not married until you have a ring & you are standing @ the altar, maybe it’s just a bullshit attempt to keep the hope that your relationship won’t falter. You all who do it are a joke. To say you are married when you are not disgusts me & you might as well have been the one by whom Jesus was poked. Go ahead though, keep playing, you’ll see when your sorrow starts duplicating. “We married!!” Then before you know it, you are a single mother cuz you wanted the treats of marriage & now in church it’s your name they disparage. Don’t worry about them though, tell Him your sorrow. Who am I to say anything about your relationship’s FAKE marriage?
Well… I did it twice & some pain from it I’m still carrying. Naturally, we flock to what is worldly that pleases us, but why tell them when you can tell Jesus?
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
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