Live in Concert: Wiz and Curren$y

   Live in Concert is probably one of my favorite Curren$y and Wiz collaborations. I’ve been an avid follower of Curren$y that Hot Spitta’s music for almost 12 years (Wiz for almost 7), and I have no plans on stopping the music train.
  I love the fact that this project takes a simple, and raw approach as far as sampling is concerned. Live in Concert  is all about good vibes, relaxation, as well as powerful fusion jazz samples that will make your dad reminisce on his college days. 

 The retro 70’s vibe shines through with samples from Bobbi Humphrey’s Fancy Dancer album. That element alone is how I snuck Curren$y into my 65 year old dad’s playlist (hehe 😐). Check it out below: https://youtu.be/BINiRPGUJrk


Silly Me.

   I hate how you make me feel, and I get angry knowing that I don’t get to you the way you get to me. You always weezle in and screw with my head. 

   We’ve been doing this weird dance for over six years now. My feet hurt, but I can’t stop moving. I keep doing my two step in hopes that I’ll one day become your only partner. I know that will never be yet, my loyalty to you remains undeniable.

   You don’t call, and that’s ok. You don’t text, and I can live with that. I don’t worry about it too much because I have too many other things clouding my mind these days. Yet, late at night or even while I’m working a busy night behind the bar you creep into my brain. Thoughts of you fester, taking awhile to fizz out. It’s like a bad trip… You’re just waiting for it to be over. During those bad trips, I fight the urge to text you. I fight the urge to call you, and I’ve mastered the art of fighting these pestering urges. 

   I don’t listen to your music. It’s just easier that way. I don’t care to know your story because I’m not in it. 

20 Years Later….


me and Justin last week


me and Justin: left pic, present… right pic from graduation 2006

I’ve known him since I was 7 years old. He used to annoy the s*** out of me in Sunday school at church and in high school I avoided him, his friends, and his bullying. We were always conscience of one another, but our interests never intersected… and therefore, neither did we.
Now fast forward 8 years later: I reconnected with him on a random Wednesday night last week and spent some time with him that weekend. During our conversations I realized that this was the first time we ever really talked one on one in 20 years. Yea, I know…
I can’t seem to shake the fact that we meshed so well and I never in my wildest dreams imagined I would feel so comfortable around him. Back in high school, I was so uneasy when it came to him and his critical ass friends. Glad it’s different now, and I hope we chill again soon.



So my moms scored two Dwele tickets for me back in the summer of 2010. The show was in Baton Rouge. It was a small turn out… and I loved that aspect of the experience more than anything.
Anyway, after like two songs, the Detroit crooner jumped down from stage and sang amongst the intimate crowd. It’s was such a treat. I got the chance to snap the above picture with Dwele at the PERFECT time …lol! Thanks mom!