Friday, September 11, 2009

Eat to Live

This particular entry is dedicated to Gertrude Baines, a beautiful African American woman who recently passed at the tender age of 115. Mrs. Baines enjoyed bacon and fried chicken and lived alone until she reached 107. She was the oldest human being on the planet, and rested comfortably in her home. Yet, Mrs. Baines had a lesson for all. She still saw the importance of exercising her civic duty. She voted in the last election and was rewarded by the higher power to be able live to see the first Black president of the United States of America. My uncle Charlie of Purcellville, VA maybe challenging for that spot of oldest person in the coming years. Uncle Charlie gardens regularly, walks without a cane often, and drives himself around (fast). He has a 60-something girlfriend and a diet that consists of a health portion of Black olives because they "improve your sexual performance." I often remind my significant other that she may have 71 more years of boom-boom in her future if she sticks with me, since Charlie and I share the same gene pool. She usually responds with a sigh and by demanding a back massage. The truth is, most African Americans die relatively young, due to hypertension, diabetes, and other diet related illnesses. The Japanese now have 40,000 people over the age of 100. Why? Because they eat healthy and in moderation. The get regular exercise. Thus, they live longer and have a good quality of life. I would bet that quite a few of them are bumping and grinding well into their eighties and nineties. This fact is precisely why we Americans must take the advice the Honorable Elijah Muhammad gave us long ago and "eat to live." Eat fish, veggies and berries. Go easy on the liquor and beer. Do not smoke. Try not to order out to often. As a matter of fact, I am making myself crave a hungry meal and it is almost time to eat, as the sun is setting. Hazmatic and I'm gone....

Friday, September 4, 2009

Critics and Critiques

I've been thinking alot about how great a quality it is to be able to take criticism. I always thought it was wack how rappers would get so sensitive over someone saying they didn't enjoy their music. Of course, it stings a bit, but if someone doesn't like Haysoos's music, they are probably not part of the intended audience. Or, perhaps I rub them the wrong way personally, which i acknowledge is also very possible. I must admit, this album is different. My inability to take criticism with certain songs on this album is precisely why I'm am not actively seeking reviews or internet press. This album has moments that are far too personal for me to read, "his flow was unoriginal" or "I didn't like the metaphors he used." If i read someone for instance diss a song like Standing Tall, which is dedicated to my hero Gina Rossini, who is a sexual assault survivor or criticize The Time We Shared, which is about my deceased friend Dave Ellis, it could be a problem. i know this is flawed, but it is the truth. What You Gon' Do is a song for my friend's son who is disabled. I wanted to make song that he could listen to later that would make him realize that he is not limited by his disabilities. If you want me to really get ignorant, talk bad about God and family or Noone is Free, which is dedicated to my loved ones. I guess this is the risk of puring your heart out on record, when some people want to hear you rhyme a bunch of meaningless words in succession. My motto I talk brief about my friend's mom who beat cancer. Diss that, and we got a problem. I'm open to criticism usually, but not this time around. If you like my music, you will love this album. If you don't, I don't want you to buy it. It's not about the money. It's not about rndomly supporting me. I want people to bu this album because they enjoy it, they agree with what it stands for, and they are interested in what my mind state was at this point in my life. if you are reading this, you are probably someone i care for or someone who understands where I am coming from. The entire album is dedicated to you. Hazmatic and I'm gone....