Be My Lady

Recently a friend of mine pointed out that I have a certain bias towards only posting music created by african americans on the fatfact. I looked it up, he is right. 79% of what you will find on here is the collective creative product of the race that is harder to see in the dark. I also much prefer Chocolate milk to Vanilla Vibe. Think of the FF as the Boston Celtics of 2000's while other blogs are merely the Celts of 1980's. You have clearly made the right choice.

Today is no different, I'm sticking with our faster, flyer, funkier, fried chicken loving friends and I know they will deliver.

The Meters are possibly the best funk band of all time. The drums they recorded in the early 1980's are probably the most heavily sampled music in modern Hip Hop, and for good reason. These guys have a pulse running through them that grooves like James Brown on PCP.

The Meters- Be My Lady

More Cocoa:

Sylvania East Side Symphony- Egbi Mi O/Black Man's Cry

Franki Valli & The 4 Seasons- Beggin'

I also just finished readin a little paperback and it ended with the following insight:

"I know that history is simultaneously a bloody mess and a collection of feats so inspiring and amazing they make you proud to share the same DNA structure with the rest of humanity. I know you'd better focus on the good stuff or you're screwed. I know that the race does not go to the swift, nor the bread to the wise, so you should soak up what enjoyment you can. I know not to take the cinnamon for granted."

I know all of you are beautiful and I want to invite all of you over for dinner.

And just maybe a glass of white wine.

I now have another thing to do before I die, this:

Apparently SXSW was really cold on the weekend so it makes sense that Diplo hired an bikini-clad african go-go dancer to do handstands on his fold up rubbermaid table during his set. If this doesn't make you want to try your hand at Dj'ing, I'm not sure what would. All I wanna do is drink Hennesey and watch people go upside down. Real Talk.

It is morning right now and I found a new waking up anthem to share with all of you impulsive snooze button smashers. It is composed by a California pop rock outfit that call themselves The Morning Benders, fitting right? Opening with a hazy squinting guitar line it blooms with layers of percussion and just the right amount of da dada da da da dum's. Before you know it you will be out of bed inviting friends over for fruit and frittata's. You'll invite me if I'm lucky.

The Morning Benders- Excuses

I also started writing a little diddly involving love and coming and stuff:

There is love in you, there is love in me. It may take different methods of extraction for the two of us but the end result is uncannily similar. Love and orgasms have, hands down, got to be the two best fucking renewable resources around. When the power is out in my house I fancy starting a fire strictly using belly buttons, and belly buttons are everywhere.

Cheers Lovers,

GP

Its not often that I check out Mr. West's blog and I get a partial. This morning was an exception.

"German Playboy"

Here is a left side slice of the cover image. You only get the left side because I lack the blogger skills to center the photo....and my dick leans that way.

Masterbate: Here

What am I Doin'

"I shouldna drove, tell me how I'm gettin home,

You too fine to be laying down in bed alone,

I can tell you how to speak my language, Rosetta Stone,

I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I've ever known."

Drake released the first single off of his upcoming Thank Me Later debut album this morning.

The song follows the winning formula he demonstrated so well on So Far Gone.

I don't know which record I'm more excited for in 2010, Kanye's or Drake's....or Miley Cyrus'

Sexy Kids.

Drake- Over

Arr 'n' Bee

Rythym and Blues, its a broad topic. Let's Get It On. Let's Get Peed On. I remember the first time I listened to 12 Play. I think I learned more about sex during its opening three tracks then the talk that followed the first time I got caught masterbating to a Sears Catalogue. Before R. Kelly got stuck in the closet he was my personal Sex Ed Teacher. "Girl I'm gonna take you home and then before I roll it on, won't you pinch the tip of the Dooome."-noted

I personally don't think there is a single line in Ignition that isn't perfectly constructed.

The evolution of the genre is quite dramatic. Al Green said "Let's Get Married" while nowadays we skip the vows and sing along to "Bump and Grind" with the same heart felt facial expressions. I recently spent some time with the arguably the best hook composer in the pop world today-The Dream. The man behind Riahanna's Umbrella released an album last year that warranted a accolades of a modern day R&B resurrection. Think T-Pain without a clown hat...and with organic vocal chords.

Today I feel it's time to showcase both ends of the spectrum in this ever changing african american pioneered style of music. Rusty horns are now shimmering synths, background harmonies and now Lil' Jon yelps but Love is still Love.

The Dream-Mr Yeah

Al Green- Love and Happiness

The Dream- Love Vs. Money

Al Green- I'm Still In Love With You