Même rasé de près, j'étais un rien tendu.
J'avais remisé un matelas de mousse dans le débarras, un drap-housse pastel et
un dessus de lit aux couleurs rouges qui allaient à son teint semblait-il. Pour
un froissé que j'imaginais déjà peint sur la toile.
J'avais dans un élan de sympathie et de candeur, déboursé quelques dizaines
d'euros pour un peignoir pour ne pas froisser sa timidité et sa pudeur. Je
l'avais pris court à vue de nez et à séant, mais d'un toucher agréable.
J'avais débarrassé la table centrale de toutes quantités abracadabrantes
d'objets hétéroclites à des prix dérisoires, pour y coucher un diamant de
multiples carats.
À 20h30, trois petits coups sur la porte d’entrée. J’y allais les jambes en
coton. Elle passa à côté de moi, dans un bonsoir à la volée, et pénètra dans
l’atelier. Il ne me restait plus qu’à fermer la porte à double tour, histoire
de ne pas être pris au dépourvu lors d’une intrusion tardive dut à une lumière
tamisée par les doubles rideaux que j’avais installés pendant la semaine.
Elle enlève alors son blouson de cuir, et apparaît dans un tailleur chic, sur un
chemisier style baroque. M’explique qu’elle ne travaille pas avec son mari à la
boucherie, qu’elle a toujours détesté ça, et qu’elle bosse dans une assurance
mutualiste à quelques pâtés de maisons.
Son flot de paroles ne tarit pas, et si je croyais être le seul sur les dents,
apparemment ce n’est pas le cas. M’explique qu’elle n’a jamais trompé son mari,
même si les occasions n’ont pas manqué et que c’est la première fois qu’elle se
déshabille devant un inconnu, et tout ça, on me regardant droit direct dans les
yeux. Je n’en ai pas placé une depuis cinq minutes dans un, un flot sans interruption.
Nous sommes tendus tous les deux. Je sors deux verres, une bouteille de Chivas,
et sans lui laisser le temps de me dire qu’elle aime ou pas, je m’envoie la
première lampée, suivit d’une deuxième dans la lancée. Elle fait pareille. Au
moins ça, c’est déjà fait.
J’ai poussé le chauffage, histoire qu’elle n’est pas, froid, mais visiblement
la chaudière donne le meilleur d’elle-même, elle ronfle et il règne dans les
pièces une de ses chaleurs que le whisky amplifie immédiatement.
— Comment fait-on? Qu’elle me demande.
— Vous pourriez vous déshabiller dans la pièce à côté, j’ai posé un peignoir
sur la chaise et vous disposez également d’un valet pour accrocher vos
affaires.
— Vous avez pensé à tout !...Qu’elle me dit.
— Je ne sais pas, j’ai essayé en tout cas.
Assez rigolo, comme situation....
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STATE OF EMERGENCY
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Most people will know Bill Cosby from The Cosby Show or Fat Albert, but did you know that early in his entertainment career, that he released a music album called Silver Throat: Bill Cosby Sings? He also plays drums and bass... so it shouldn't surprise anyone to know that he's the person behind State of Emergency.
Before we continue, let me be clear in one thing: Bill Cosby does not sing on this album. Most of the singing is done by Jace the Great, with some help from Cedric Miller and Brother Haz. It's not clear on the music writing credits, most of the songs are credited to W.H. Cosby Jr (Bill Cosby), William Patterson), Cedric Miller, Jamal Gary (Jace?) and Hassan McMillan (Brother Haz?).
My favorite song off the album is "Dads Behind the Glass", with its refrain "I wish my daddy was home/tired of sitting here all alone/Mommy's not here she's working two jobs". The song also features samples from Bill Cosby and Friends' performing "Ursalina".
Some of the song's message, I can see Cosby writing. Like the constant "Why?" question, or "In a Perfect World", or "Runnin'". But songs like "Where Did I Go Wrong?", about being a Blood gangster, with being the son of a Muslim, I can't see Cosby writing this... but I can feel it's Brother Haz's contribution to this song.
Even if Cosby have little to do with this album, he's involving and lending his name to the project - and for most people, that's good enough. He believes in the project enough to do talk about it and promote it, and I think that's awesome. Though, I would've pegged him as a Jazz guy, considering his love for jazz music, but it's refreshing to see him working in the hip-hop music industry.
State of Emergency is available now at BillCosby.com. There's a variety of packages, but I recommend getting the CD and book (New York times bestseller Come On People: On the Path from Victims to Victors by Bill Cosby and Alvin F. Poussaint) combo.
powerhousebooks.com
Having spent all of my holiday reading on and off KRS-One's The Gospel of Hip Hop, I came to the conclusion that, like the Holy Bible, understanding of its message does not come overnight... but through years of practice and study.
If you love hip hop and embrace all of its kulture and lifestyle, then I say this is a wonderful book for your library shelf. This 800+ page hardcover, gold embossed cover, words of wisdom, is well worth its price of $24.95. I have bought more expensive books for less content and value, so take it from me, this is a good deal. Plus, I noticed that your order of The Gospel of Hip Hop via Powerhouse Books will come autographed by KRS-One.
So, this book does not necessary require you to read front-to-back, but you can't just skip around either - considering that it makes sense to read "The First Understanding" vs "The Eighteenth Understanding". What KRS One, who, in the book, refers to himself as the teacha, tries and break down some of the components that makes hip hop - in particular: graffiti art, DJ, emcees, b-boy, and free styles.
The book isn't necessary all about the hip hop culture, but also faith, religion, and, most of all, love. Love to stop the violence, and love to help others in need. I'll give you evidence, this past Thanksgiving, KRS-One practiced his teaching by serving meals to thousands of New York's homeless at the Bowery Mission:
My favorite chapter from The Gospel of Hip Hop is the Fourth Understanding: The H-LAW. What the H-LAW is an acronym for Health, Love, Awareness and Wealth. For anyone, a healthy body & mind also translate to peace and positive attitude. There's an interesting bit in the section that describes that not all food is life-giving, that everything edible is not food. What follows Health, Love and Wealth, seems pretty obvious. Love is not lust, while Wealth doesn't always mean riches in the monetary sense. The Awareness part, that seems more like Knowledge. KRS-One gives you an example of a normal person and an electrician, who looks at a room with very different perspective. For instance, the electrician, with his knowledge of wiring knows a little more than the average person.I am participating in The Bowery Mission's Thanksgiving food drive and event because I myself was once homeless, walking these very streets, and spending time with these wonderful people at The Bowery Mission. I depended on them to survive. I am showing up for Thanksgiving this year to not only lend a hand, but hope that I am may inspire others in the Hip Hop community to consider their role towards helping the homeless, and join me by helping those in your community that need help during this holiday season.
I chose the Bowery Mission because it epitomizes the spirit of true human resources, love, care and compassion. I have stayed at many shelters were you are called "the client" and the administration made you feel like a prisoner in a system. At the Bowery Mission you feel at home. Homelessness is a pandemic, and most people do not realize the severity of the situation. You may be homeless one day yourself. I urge the Hip Hop nation to live up to the true nature of our culture and give.- KRS-One
Again, let me be clear: the understanding of all of The Gospel of Hip Hop's teaching and written words does not come overnight. In some ways, this book will require multiple reading. Below, I leave you with a small teaching from the book, which you can apply in any situation:
Disobedience, stubbornness, suspicion, criticism, fear, doubt and/or arrogance toward your teacher only hinder YOUR learning. We must not unnecessarily criticize each other; we must question and always acknowledge our collective development as a young nation.
THE PEACE
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The impossible to search for The Peace, a band out of Vermont, plays what they bill themselves as "hip hop folk" - a combination of their inspiration of music from Dave Matthews and KRS One. At least that's what they describe themselves, personally, in my opinion, I don't believe The Peace to be hip hop (or even folk). They seem like a jam band, their influence is closer to funk and improvisation progressive rock.
The most hip-hop/rappish song on the album is "Heaven", but based on Bobby Kendes' singing style (which actually sounds so much like Dave Matthews), it's not really a hardcore rap song. I did enjoy hearing Kurt Cobain's name drop in that song. And speaking of name-dropping, there's a ton of that on "Rookie And The Vets".
As their name suggest, this album is about zen, harmony, and peace. Songs like "This Is Life" and "Goin To Yoga" are great theme for the album - but some song like, "Racing The Devil", seems conflicting. The thing I remember about the Devil song is that the f-word is censored.
My favorite song on the album is "Seven", I think mostly because I enjoyed the Spanish and can pick out "siete", "por favor" and "callate". Not sure about the last word, I could've sworn he said 'shut up' in the song.
If you live in New York, The Peace is spending some time there. I know they played a few dates prior to this writing. Their next show is at Arlene's Grocery (which is famously not a grocery store) on December 13th. The Peace's self-titled debut can be bought via hipfolkinc.com. If you don't mind a milder Spin Doctors, you'll enjoy this. If you were looking to Notorious BIG-type, I would avoid.
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Sarko-phage! Me fera toujours rire ce guignol!!!!
Dans la foulée, j'achetais une imprimante, et un appareil numérisé, dont avec le vendeur, je passais une bonne demi-heure, ne sachant pas comment il fallait procéder. Une carte mémoire, et un ensemble de boutons qui me terrorisaient d'avance.
— Vous savez, c'est très facile, aujourd'hui les enfants comprennent tout de
suite!...
— Je ne suis pas un enfant, et j'ai déjà dû mal à aller sur certains sites sans
me retrouver à Tombouctou sur mon ordinateur, alors prenez votre temps, et moi
j'achèterais ce qui me convient le mieux, celui qui est le plus simple dans le
fonctionnement.
Le gars à dût être patient, après qu'on eu photographié la moitié du personnel,
les rayons, et autres ustensiles débiles, il prit le temps de décharger
l'appareil devant moi, on me demandant de faire pareil...J'écrivais sur mon
calepin, les différentes étapes.
Il me dit que c'était pas nécessaire, il avait une notice dans toutes les
langues, plus le français. Il me demandait c'était pour quoi faire ?
— Pour photographier des poules... que je lui dis sérieux.
On était samedi. Je m'étais beaucoup entraîné. J'avais noyé mon ordinateur de
photos de toute la ville et de tout mon atelier, j'avais même téléchargé un
programme pour certaines retouches dont le vendeur m'avait loué les mérites.
À 18 h, comme tous les samedis, je fermais la boutique, lorsqu'elle apparut.
J'y croyais plus, ayant passé une journée à me morfondre, alors que j'avais de
la clientèle.
— Alors, vous êtes d'accord ? Dit-elle
— Oui, je suis d'accord sur le principe, mais encore une fois, je ne vous
promets rien, si les photos sont ratées, je ne pourrais rien faire...
— Vous me dessinerez en visuel, vous pouvez au moins essayer, non?....
— On verra, madame, on verra.
— Je pourrais venir vous voir, deux fois par semaine, le mardi soir et le
vendredi soir de 20 h 30 à 22 h 30 pour que mon mari ne se doute de rien, il
sait que j'aime le cinéma et que j'y vais régulièrement. À mardi donc,
dit-elle...