Last week while I was walking home, “Frontin'” came on my playlist, reminding me of two things:
- Pharrell has been awesome and insanely hot for a very. long. time. AND
- There are certain lyrics that just stick with you, bringing home the brilliance of a song
I love making lists, but haven’t made one in a while, and since I can’t get a certain verse out of my head, I’m thinking this is the perfect time to put together a list of some of my favorite lyrics, non?
Before we start, let me just say to all you music heads: don’t go bananas on me because I didn’t include the greatest Wu-Tang rhyme of all time or the best Stones lyric. Like I said above, these are some of my favorites, not all of them.
And if you think I missed a few – which I am certain I did, in fact I’ve already got some I would like to add, but I’m limiting myself to 10, so I’m going to chill – add them in the comments. I’d love to see your list and compare notes.
So without further ado, let’s do this, bitches.
10 FIERCE LYRICS
1. Every time your name was brought up, I would act all nonchalant in front of an audience, like you was just another shorty I put the naughty on, but uh, truth be told you threw me for a loop, this Hov, I’m too old to be frontin’ when I’m feeling Denzel and acting like you ain’t appealing when you are, stunting like you ain’t my only girl when you are, I’m ready to stop when you are (Jay-Z, Frontin’)
2. My practice extending across the atlas, I begat this, flippin’ in the ghetto on a dirty mattress, you can’t match this rapper / actress, more powerful than two Cleopatras, bomb graffiti on the tomb of Nefertiti, MCs ain’t ready to take it to the Serengeti, my rhymes is heavy like the mind of Sister Betty, L. Boogie spars with stars and constellations, then came down for a little conversation, adjacent to the king, fear no human being, roll with cherubims to Nassau Coliseum, now hear this mixture, where hip hop meets scripture, develop a negative into a positive picture (Lauryn Hill, Everything Is Everything)
3. There I am in my younger days, star gazing, painting picture perfect maps, of how my life and love would be, not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection, my compass, faith in love’s perfection, I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen. (Indigo Girls, Love’s Recovery)
4. Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug, if you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug, come and spread your arms if you really need a hug (Tribe Called Quest, Can I Kick It?)
5. Cause I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenails, oh hell yeah (OutKast, ATLiens)
6. Na Na, y’all can’t touch her, my sex drive all night like a trucker (Foxy Brown, I’ll Be)
7. Woke up the next morning, Nikki wasn’t there, I looked all over and all I found was a phone number on the stairs, it said thank you for a funky time, call me up whenever you want to grind (Prince, Darling Nikki)
8. Pretty looking road, try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin, don’t ask me why I’ll keep my promise, melt the ice, and you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance, but fear is in your soul, some people call it a one night stand, but we can call it paradise (Duran Duran, Save A Prayer)
9. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the funk will make me freak, if I should die before I waked, allow me Lord to rock out naked (Red Hot Chili Peppers, Sir Psycho Sexy)
10. Coke on her black skin made a stripe like a zebra, I call that jungle fever, you will not control the threesome, just roll the weed up until I get me some, we formed a new religion, no sins as long as there’s permission, and deception is the only felony, so never fuck nobody wit’out tellin’ me, sunglasses and Advil, last night was mad real, sun comin’ up, 5 a.m., I wonder if they got cabs still (Kanye West, No Church in the Wild)
If at first you don’t succeed,
Try, try again
So that’s me and this whole Book of the Month thing. I didn’t win in July, so I’m giving it another shot for September.
THE GIRL made it through the Goodreads group Shut Up & Read‘s nomination process for its September Book of the Month selection by garnering more than two votes (which is not as easy as it sounds) (and thanks to Denise and Peter for nominating it).
So Shut Up & Read just opened its polls this morning to start voting for the BOTM selection and THE GIRL opened in 2nd place with 12 votes. Not terrible if you don’t pay attention to the book in 1st place and the fact that it is kicking THE GIRL’s ass with 41 votes.
Do the math.
I’ve gotta make up some serious ground to win this thing.
Here’s the deal – to vote, you must be a member of the Shut Up & Read group, which is super easy. Just click here and then click to join the group. You can’t ask for a simpler sign-up process.
But vote, I say. And then please pass this post along to your friends and ask them to vote as well. It’s the only way for me to win.
And I’ll love you forever.
(And do you really need any other reason than that to vote? Puh-leez.)
In honor of Throwback Thursday and my crew of savvy youngsters at Xavier High, The Coco Butta Kids are going to be FREE for download to your Kindle for the next two days.
Starting tomorrow, August 21st through August 22nd, you can download copies of Crossing Paths and Tough Times to your Kindle, your Kindle App on your cell phone (iPhones included) or your Kindle reader for your computer (Macs included). So if you have any middle readers in your life, snag some copies for them and enjoy the adventure. As my marketing pencils from back in the day used to say, everybody needs a little Butta in their lives.
To celebrate these freebies, check out my post from a few months back about Ayesha and the crew:
It feels like another lifetime now, but in the late 90s, Henry and I had this brilliant idea to move to Atlanta, Georgia. He went to college down there at Morehouse and I’m from Snellville (which, I know, I know, is not Atlanta, but it’s close enough), so we thought “hell, why not? Let’s do this.”
Henry got a job before we left New York (of course he did) with a hot litigation boutique down there, immediately jumping into a matter involving mischievous NBA players, and I kind of tried to find my way. At the time, there was no reciprocity between New York and Georgia, which meant I had a bar exam and a job search looming over my head.
So what did I do?
I started writing my first novel.
Of course I did.
Interview for jobs, study for the bar or write a novel – which would you pick?
We had a loft downtown, but only one car, so I would drop Henry off every morning for work and then come home and claim to be furthering my legal career when, in fact, I was embarking upon my writing career.
And it was fabulous.
I remember the thrill of writing my first few chapters, sending it to my girlfriend, Priya, she loved it and encouraged me to keep going, saying it was exactly what she wished existed when we were younger.
So what was I writing, say you.
It was really very simple – I wanted to create a series for young adults of color similar to those Sweet Valley High books that were around when we were growing up, but with kids of color as the lead protagonists instead of in the usual, stereotypical roles of the sidekick or irrelevant, forgettable minor character. At the time, there was really nothing of the sort out there; urban lit was emerging, but that’s not what I was trying to write. I wanted to turn a stereotype on its head, not reinforce it.
And so was born The Coco Butta Kids: Ayesha Bala, her best friend Kenya Solomon, twins Malik and Simone Travis, uber-athlete Walt Haley, and charming misfit Dhru Thomas. They were my crew and I loved them.
I published two books in the series, Crossing Paths and Tough Times and had begun working on the third when I kind of gave up on the enterprise (a long story for another time), put my writing dreams on hold for a bit, did some lawyering, did a lot of partying, had a kid and began creating The Sanctum Trilogy.
But people often ask me about those books, especially those who knew me at the time and saw the way the kids I interacted with reacted to my crew. It was quite special.
I remember one night going up to do a reading at the 92nd Street YMCA with some of the kids in the after-school program. As I was setting up, the director let me know that I shouldn’t be too upset if the kids don’t really get into it, that no matter what, she wanted me to know how thankful she was for me coming up to talk to them. So I started with some chit chat about myself and my story about creating the series, let them ask me some questions, and then took a chance and I asked them if they wanted to do a reading. Let me tell you, every hand in that room went up so fast, they were so eager to get a chance to read aloud. It was unreal being surrounded by all that positive, excited energy, the kids letting me know how happy they were to read about kids that looked like them, and all of us wondering aloud why there weren’t more Coco Butta Kids on bookstore and library shelves. (More than 10 years later, we still need diverse books, hence the #WeNeedDiverseBooks movement)
When I was packing up to leave that night, the director came up to me, visibly emotional, and thanked me, saying that almost all of the kids in that room had trouble reading and they most definitely never read aloud. She had never seen anything like the way they responded to me and those books.
It was awesome.
I had more experiences like that, with fantastic kids in Maryland and Georgia and Florida and New York, but I also had some really crappy experiences with adults in those same places (selling books is a bitch, people) and in the long run, I think I just got tired of the whole grind.
Anyway, I still think the Coco Butta Kids have a role to play, which is why a few years ago I re-released the series as an eBook under the name Ayesha’s Teenage Survival Files. I admit, I’ve done little to nothing to promote it, nor have I rewritten it or revisited its content in any way, except to design a new cover, which I think should probably be re-designed, but I don’t have the time right now.
But I’m going to – I have every intention of going back to my original crew of Xavier High School kids and adding to their story. They deserve it. But for now, it will have to suffice to offer the two books in the series for free every so often and hopefully pull in a few new fans each time.
1. I wrote my blog post on our fish and how I had become rather notorious for killing all of them until my friend, Michael, swept in and pretty much saved them from surefire death. Well, two things I must confess: one, soon after posting that article, our asshole fish, Chris Paul, took it upon himself to eat D Wade’s tail. Once he accomplished that feat of cannibalism, he proceeded to push D Wade around the tank like some crazed psycho. I pulled D Wade out of there and let him die in peace; and two, we now have a ten gallon tank with quite a few fish. I don’t even know how this happened. Actually, I do, but I had nothing to do with it. The Kid and The Husband took it upon themselves to purchase it and the extra fish.
2. Have you seen this shot of JLo? Hot damn – and I’m not even a JLo fan, but WOW. And I’m not talking about the obvious, that thing you think I’m talking about but I swear I’m not, although now that I glimpse down at it, yeah, it’s kind of perfect. And I know it’s photoshopped, but whatever. Even with photoshop, I don’t have an ass like that. But I digress. What I’m really talking about is everything else in this picture: her eyes, that stare, the freaking perfect ponytail (god, that thing is gorgeous), her shoulder, her back. Girlfriend is 45. I swear she’s aging backwards. I want some of whatever she’s having because she looks divine.
3. My kids are awesome and hilarious. Don’t even think yours are funnier because I’m pretty certain they are not.
4. I have a fish named Django. Needless to say, he is all kinds of awesome.
5. Doesn’t this look like Dev? She’s gorgeous and lives in my fish tank. [That’s the asshole cannibal fish, Chris Paul. He’s pretty, too, but he’s a total dick.]
6. Here’s my jam of the last two weeks – do not tell The Husband I’ve been enjoying a little R&B. I’ll never hear the end of it.
7. My friend, Dave Bruno, and I play Words with Friends all the time. He is the only person I play it with and for the record, he kicks my ass 98% of the time. But it’s the only place I catch him, so I continue to endure his weekly beatings. And trust when I say, they are epic.
8. In case you didn’t know, Reese Witherspoon has wacky hand moves, not quite jazz hands, but then again, maybe
9. The Husband has started using the word “bitches” in the same fashion I do. And I know imitation is the highest form of flattery and all that shit, but uh-uh. I’m going to have to tell him that word, when used in said fashion, is all mine. Even The Stepdaughter credits me when she uses it. He’s going to have to stop it. Now.
And on that note, there is only one thing left to say:
I was scrolling through my blog this morning and realized that it’s been quite a while since I’ve said much of anything about Book III.
I’ve been blogging about other people’s work, birthday parties, and life in general so much that I just kind of forgot about mentioning that little thing called THE SANCTUM TRILOGY!
So what’s the scoop? The latest dish?
Well, I can say that Book III is definitely the hardest of the three to write and I think that’s for a few reasons:
- I’m sad to say goodbye to Dev, Wyatt, and the gang
- I’m overwhelmed by everything I need to accomplish in this book – sometimes I sit back and ask myself how the fuck long is this sucker going to be?!!
- I’m avoiding doing bad things to characters I love – and that’s all I’m going to say about that
Here are a few other things I can say about Book III:
- There are some new characters, but that is to be expected as the Magical world gears up for an epic war
- I’ve got a few surprises, one that was planned from the very beginning, another that came to me in an interview I did for The Girl
- Sex is always fun to write so there’s plenty of it thrown around
- There will be more Coco
- I know how the book, and in essence the trilogy, ends but I’m not sure about the ending for certain characters. I’m going to see where the writing takes me and hope everyone lives…
And now, since I’m feeling nice, and am happy you stopped by to see what I’m up to, I’ll give you a Book III snippet:
Footsteps echoed in the hallway above, heavy-sounding and masculine; not the feminine tip tap of a high-heeled shoe, but the purposeful march of a boot. He listened until they faded away in the direction of the kitchen, someone seeking a late-night bite. Assured he would not be bothered by another, he continued on his way, the dank darkness never once giving him pause, so familiar was the route.
Every night he came down here, methodically checking the cells and their captives. Tonight he glimpsed a dying nymph, two incredibly angry and awfully strong-willed trolls and another twenty or so fae, their nameless faces becoming a big, fae blur in his mind. He made a mental note to kill the whole lot of them in the morning, for he had tired of their antics and pleas.
It would be nice to clean house and start anew.
A sentiment that perfectly complimented his current situation. A dead child and a newly-returned wife defined “starting anew” like nothing else. It was as if he was being given a second shot at his life and this go round he had every intention of emerging the victor, a complete and utter success.
Which meant he needed that girl.
And he needed her dead, with her head removed from her body and everything burnt to a crisp.
No coming back. No regeneration. Just death.
Then he could turn his attentions to the Clayworth boy.
The Ramyan Warrior.
That word sent a chill down his spine like no other, for now all the pieces of the true prophecy were in place.
That’s all for now.
For those of you who have not had the pleasure of losing yourself in Christa Wojo’s words, all I can say is I am so very sorry for you. Her blog, My Sweet Delirium, is a work of art in and of itself, full of magical phrases, rhythmic passages, and divine ruminations, all wrapped up in an incredibly sensual package that just keeps you wanting more.
Interestingly enough, I could say the same of Wojo’s first foray into the world of fiction, The Wrong David.
The Wrong David follows Brian, Vanessa, and David as they schmooze up their wine suppliers throughout Provence. Best friends since childhood, David is the nerd Brian rescued from obscurity and continues to love into adulthood, the men building a successful business together; Vanessa is Brian’s wife, loved by Brian, coveted by David.
The threesome make for a very entertaining, sexually wrought, wistful romp throughout the beaches and streets of Marseille, leaving you on the edge of your seat up until the very last word, wondering what choices they will make, what lives they will destroy.
Wojo’s writing is gorgeous and reminds me of The Talented Mr. Ripley, not so much the book, but the movie, for her words and descriptions are as beautiful as that movie’s young stars.
Her powerful presence was like that of a goddess and Marlene Dietrich mixed with the occasional swagger of a teenage boy from Long Island. She was amazing.
Even when I pretended to be my coolest, I always felt the world spinning under my feet when Vanessa was near. She was the world. Life itself.
I loved this little book and highly recommend you take an afternoon to yourself, grab a bottle of wine, and get lost in Marseille and The Wrong David.
You won’t regret it.