Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Mrs. Wickersham's Second Grade Class


My grandfather sent me this old picture in the mail yesterday. I wish I could say it brought back memories, but other than remembering that I was in Mrs. Wickersham's second grade class at GE Porter Elementary in Mesquite, TX, I can't remember a damn thing. Not a classmate. Not a lesson. Not the lunchroom. Not a playmate. Nada. Zilch. Hmmm. What would Freud have 2 say?

Can U locate the future deviant supastar? (like it's really that hard! I'm already rocking the tie!)

"Reflections of the way life used 2 B." - Diana Ross, Reflections

My Christmas in Exactly 100 Words

FABULOUS! Gave a lot, got a lot. Coughed up a lung from crying over Brokeback Mountain. Mixed the wrong drinks and filled a trashcan with vomit. Was dazzled by “Hairspray”. Alcoholic aunt cried again cuz she liked someone else’s gifts better. Took ten minutes just to say the damn grace at dinner. Spent Xmas with my boyfriend and his beautiful family (including his uberhot gay cousin! Deviant thoughts anyone?) Took Mom’s gift back … was still too small around the middle. Met friends for drinks. Kissed and cuddled with my gorgeous man. What a lovely way to end a vacation.

"All I want 4 Christmas is U." - Mariah Carey, All I Want 4 Christmas

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Dirty Minds at Work

Random snippets of conversations in my office this morning:

"... the Cable Guy came by. He didn't fix my cable, but I gave him some." (cookies that is).

" ... it comes with a hole and U can stick something long up in there." (the grill that is).

We have Xmas music playing and The Little Drummerboy comes on. Everyone automatically looks at me becuz they think I'm gonna make some crude joke. I told them I was not ALWAYS in the gutter. Then I rememinded them what a hit this song is in the Catholic Church.

"In my daddy's car it's U I really wanna drive!" - Prince, Dirty Mind

The Queen is Back


MJB is back! My girl put her foot all up in this new CD, The Breakthrough. After just one listen, I have 2 rank right up there with My Life, which has always been my favorite album of hers. She is in top form, her voice has NEVER sounded better, and she even does a cover/duet of one of my favorite songs from U2 - One. I will definitely be bumping this shit 4 a while.

"Life can be only what U make it." - Mary J. Blige, My Life

Friday, December 16, 2005

Brand Spanking New Stuff

New things abound this week in Saturn's world.

First, thanks to my good friend BL and Jenny @ It's All Greek To Me my blog has a new look. U like?

Second, Prince is back! FINALLY! After making us wait for 2 years, which is really atypical for him, he signed a deal with Universal (I think it's Universal) to release his next album "3121" early next year. AND he even hit us with a new song AND a new video directed by Salma Hayek. It's called "Te Amo Corazon" and U can stream the single and watch the video right here. It's not at all what I would have expected from him as a single, but that's one of the reasons I love Prince because U just never know what 2 expect.

And finally, I got inspired last night after watching Eating Out. It was a ridiculous movie, but I got to see 2 hot boy dicks. (Yes, I'm shallow enough 2 sit through a stupid mediocre movie just 2 see some dick.) God, how I LOVE seeing a beautiful man's naked body, the dick, the groin, the abs, the chest, the ass. It's always awe inspiring. I am really SO fucking gay! (right, Soce?)

Anyhoo, I got an idea for a song about idoltry of the male body and I sat down at my keyboard for the first time in a long time and, though that particular song never materialized, I started playing back some tunes, well not really tunes, but ideas, that I had chunked out over the past couple of months. See, what happens is I get an idea for a song or a melody in my head and before I can forget it I either sing it into my voicemail or if I'm home, lay it on the keyboard so I can remember and come back to it later. Well, I had all these "ideas" that I had stored in my keyboard and for some reason last night I was filled with a sudden surge of inspiration and songs just began to evolve. I LOVE when that happens. I feel so creative right now. I really wish I had my own studio or the $money$ to access a studio and just hide myself away for 2 weeks and do nothing but create, kinda like Prince did when he wrote and recorded the entire soundtrack for Batman in 2 weeks.

In any case, I've been working on ways I'm going to come out next year with new music. I know I've been in the studio working on a pop/rock EP, but I don't even know at this point whether or not I will release that ... at least not yet. Just know that I'm working on something. Wait 4 it. Like a porn star shooting his money shot, it's cumming!


"Did U hear about the new pill? It feels like sex. It's guaranteed 2 thrill with no ill side effects." - Prince, New World

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

The Oreo Complex

You may have noticed that my blog is curiously empty of any posts about my gorgeous boyfriend. Well, that's because I've decided to keep all that stuff private, but in this case I'll make an exception because it doesn't really deal with anything personal at all.

If you didn't know, my bf is white. Some who just don't know any better have accused of me of only liking white guys and while this is most certainly NOT true, (I'm attracted to every color in the rainbow), I do tend to have a wee bit of sexual weakness for a little cream in my coffee, if U will.

Anyhoo, one day I was joking around and called my bf my "lil' vanilla wafer." And he, in turn, called me his "little Oreo cookie." He meant this endearingly, of course, but I had to inform him on exactly why it was a MAJOR insult for a black guy to be called an Oreo. He had no idea.

Fast forward a few days later and I'm sitting at this function clowning around with the guy (who is also black, by the way) who is directing me in Six Degrees of Separation. For the most part of the show, my character is pretending to be from a preppy boarding school in Switzerland, when in actualilty he's a con and a hustler straight off the streets. 4 those of U who know me, U know there is nothing "street" about me. So, my director leans over and says "it's so hard 4 U 2 act black, isn't it?"

And hereby we finally get to the point of this post. In answer to this ridiculous question if by "black" he meant "thug", the answer is yes. However, I'm an actor, it's my job to take on personas that are not my own and I have my ways of finding the characters that I need to portray and embodying them. But it really gets under my fucking skin that SO many people, black people included, equate being "black" to being "street". And if you aren't "street" then you're called an Oreo because you're trying to be "white"??
The obvious problems with all of these statements are clear, so I won't skirt the surface. What I want to know is this: why does our society, after all these strides we've made, generally equate white with being educated, having money, living in Suburbia, speaking English while they equate black with being uneducated, being on welfare, living in da hood listening to rap music and speaking Ebonics? This is almost as mind boggling as people believing Bush started a war with Iraq cuz he thought they had weapons of mass destruction. But I digress.

And it REALLY gets me to have people who are black say stupid shit like "Oh, he acts white" or "oh, he thinks he's white" because it only reinforces all of this negative crap we're supposed to believe about ourselves. I think black people in general have a major identity crisis . Think about it. We're brought over to this country in the most inhumane ways, forced to breed with each other, sometimes even incestually, our women were raped, half of us don't really even know where we come from, then after we were freed from slavery (by a man History reveres as being against slavery which isn't even true) we found ourselves in a society where we're still "enslaved" because we were never allowed an education in the first place and even when we got educated we lived in a country that, for the most part, hated us and thought of us and treated us like dogs. Even dogs were more than 3/5 human, right? So, for the most part, we have industrial jobs in the north and agricultural jobs in the south. It's all blue collar. There's no such thing as inheriting wealth, inheriting from who? Then we're forced to be segregated into our own communities and there was a certain culture that developed out of that. I mean, come on, we were poor. And living in a society where NOTHING is equal, especially not the opportunity, how are you supposed to break that cycle? This engenders a continuing problem. And then, FINALLY, the civil rights movement happened. We got the right to use bathrooms at gas stations. We got the right to sit on the bus anywhere we pleased. The black men who fought for this country finally got the the right to be treated with the same respect and dignity that the white soldiers had. Most importantly, we got the OPPORTUNITY to finally break the chain of events that had hampered our entire culture since we were first brought over here. Sure, everything was FAR from equal, but for the first time, there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

So, it really gets to me that after ALL so many of our predecessors went through in this country to ensure we had the kind of freedom we are enjoying today, that so many peoples' minds are still so closed and mentally constipated. For a black person to say to me "you're an oreo because you talk or act white" simply because I went to school, strive for excellence and DON'T have a "street" bone in my body is truly sad. And for a white person to say the same thing to me is truly racist. And it's happened both ways.

I own my blackness. I own where I come from just as much as I own where I'm going. I own my culture. And it is definitely a different "culture" than someone who is white, or latin, or anything else, and it has NOTHING to do with speaking ebonics or eating fried chicken or being a pimp. I also own my homosexuality. And while many black people can't and won't understand, that is as much a part of me as the color of my skin.

So, I don't know where I'm rambling to, I just wanted to make the statement that my bf should be able to call me an Oreo cookie because it's cute without it alluding to all of this ... nonsense.

"Come on talk 2 me so we can see what's goin' on." - Marvin Gaye, What's Goin' On

Friday, December 09, 2005

I'm a Natural Blonde

I officially had my big BLONDE moment of 2005 this morning. We had a snow storm last night. My car is still in the shop from my accident, so for the past two weeks I've been driving a rental - a red Chevy Cobalt. (Hey, I'm only getting $20 a day coverage!) Anyhoo, I get on my little hat, my little mittens and my big boots, grab a shovel and a broom and go tread through the snow to shovel out my car so I can go to work. I start by using the broom to sweep the snow off the car. As I'm cleaning off the car, I think to myself, "wow, I don't remember my car having a sunroof!"

So, after I clear off the car, I think it would be a good idea to start it up and let it run while I shovel the snow from around the car. One hitch ... I can't get the key all the way in to unlock the door. Hmmm, I think, it must be frozen. I'll have to let it thaw some. So, I commence to shovel the snow from around the car. It's at this point that someone hollers at me from their bedroom window, "What are you doing? That's not your car! Your car is parked 3 cars up the road!" And sure enough ...

You would've thunk the sunroof or maybe even the key not opening the door would have gave it away, right?

Lawd hamercy. And I'm supposed to be intelligent!

"Always the dreamer, always the poet ... always the one who melts with the snow." - Saturn, The Virgin Poet

Thursday, December 01, 2005

So I Don't Suck After All

I always thought my online sales sucked pretty bad, but as it turns at, when comparing apples to apples, I'm pretty average:

"This group has placement on the front page [of MySpace.com], alongside Madonna and the Roots, for a solid week.

number of times their music was played: around 20,000
number of MySpace friend requests: 1200
number of mailing list signups: over 100
number of CDs sold: ZERO
That sucks...
That's beyond sucking... I could get better results from spending 10 minutes in a nursing home full of deaf people with a fixed income."
- David Hooper, IndieMusician.com

I've always wondered what it would be like to be one of those people on MySpace Music who have like 20000 friends, a decked out page and hundreds of comments a day. I thought for sure they must sell like at least ten cds a day just from MySpace, but maybe, after reading this, I'm wrong?

Well, bottom line, alls I know is I ain't sold shit on MySpace yet, LOL. I did get some cool people to a couple of my shows a few months ago though, so hey, I must be ABOVE average!

"How high R the stakes? How much fortune can U make?" - Madonna, How High