If you haven't gone to see them yet, what in the hell is wrong witchu?
This is Jill Scott and Maxwell that we are talking about here! Now those of you who have been my readers for awhile know exactly how much I love my Jilly and how much I love my Maxwell, so to have both of them together in the same space, I damned near died.
Okay so lemme just say that Maxwell is naaaasty. If he doesn't liken your vagina to fish jokes, he will make a swipe at a sushi joke that'll either make 1) your nose turn up or 2) your legs quiver. Depends on how you like it. While Maxwell was more than sexy, Jill Scott absolutely stole the show.
Now my observations at this concert troubled me:
Every single black woman came to see Maxwell and barely gave Ms. Scott her due credit while she was on stage. I was the only one in my floor section screaming every single lyric to every single song that Jill sang. And not that one has to know every song and every lyric to be a fan, but people only shouted when she performed "A Long Walk" and "Golden". I mean, Jill performed at least 10 songs, if not a little more. She performed songs from all of her albums and was the BOMB. But people didn't really give her as much love as she truly deserved or so I thought. But then again, I'm the biggest damn Jill Scott fan alive. I've got songs she ain't even penned yet. She performed as many cuts as: Not Like Crazy (my fav), It's Love, Hate On Me, The Real Thing, Cross My Mind, Whatever, Hear My Call (a new song), A Long Walk, Golden, All I Do, Crown Royal, and a few others I'm sure.... Crown Royal was my shiiiiiiiii...and I was swinging my twists to that cut ;)
She got emotional when performing this song. She cried and talked about her struggles with love and she also talked about her baby boy to which I screamed "Congratulations Jilly" and I like to think that she heard me because she just smiled this huuuuuge smile :)
Truth be told, I cried, too. This song is one that I played over and over during my last week in school. See, I've been going through a lot that I haven't quite worked up that much courage to write to you gentle anonymous strangers, but I know that you care and well, I'm okay :)
But on a slightly ruder note,
I noticed that almost every black woman came to the concert with another black woman or was located within a group of black women. And where were the black men? Well, I can tell you that you already know. Almost every black man that I ran into or could readily spot was accompanied by a white or Asian woman. And this is not an exaggeration. I literally looked in every direction hoping to find a black couple and it was really hard to spot the one or two that I could find. I know that there were more, but I could just feel that the black male:non-white mate ratio was much higher. And for a strange moment, I felt some odd sense of relief. I won't go into why though (hehe).
Oh and then there were the fashion no-no's and you know I must rant for about two seconds (it's about to get scraight up disrespectful):
and then this other lady had the nerve to look like a jacked mash-up of Shenaynay and fucking Ke$ha. She ain’t even worth the dollar sign. She was NOOOOOOT Cuuuuuute. With a Nicki Minaj wack ass barbie dress and hella make-up and a curls on the top of her hand, two side pieces hanging and the rest straightened down her back. Lipstick was mauve, lipliner was purple. 5 inch nails. Busted black man by her side. Pro-styl sideburns with the swirly-swirl design.
R.I.P. to Gary Coleman and Lena Horne. I haven't been blogging but they both deserve respect from Nappy Like Yo' Pappy. And while I didn't pay them their respects on this particular blog, please believe that I did so on my other sites. Especially to Miss Lena Horne who performed, to this day, my favorite version of the song "If You Believe". See the link for the beauty! I cry like somebody stole my bike EVERY SINGLE TIME that I listen to this song. Without fail, every single time.
Damn.
and Happy Birthday to the Sex God himself, Prince Rogers Nelson.
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Okay so lemme just say that Maxwell is naaaasty. If he doesn't liken your vagina to fish jokes, he will make a swipe at a sushi joke that'll either make 1) your nose turn up or 2) your legs quiver. Depends on how you like it. While Maxwell was more than sexy, Jill Scott absolutely stole the show.
Now my observations at this concert troubled me:
Every single black woman came to see Maxwell and barely gave Ms. Scott her due credit while she was on stage. I was the only one in my floor section screaming every single lyric to every single song that Jill sang. And not that one has to know every song and every lyric to be a fan, but people only shouted when she performed "A Long Walk" and "Golden". I mean, Jill performed at least 10 songs, if not a little more. She performed songs from all of her albums and was the BOMB. But people didn't really give her as much love as she truly deserved or so I thought. But then again, I'm the biggest damn Jill Scott fan alive. I've got songs she ain't even penned yet. She performed as many cuts as: Not Like Crazy (my fav), It's Love, Hate On Me, The Real Thing, Cross My Mind, Whatever, Hear My Call (a new song), A Long Walk, Golden, All I Do, Crown Royal, and a few others I'm sure.... Crown Royal was my shiiiiiiiii...and I was swinging my twists to that cut ;)
She got emotional when performing this song. She cried and talked about her struggles with love and she also talked about her baby boy to which I screamed "Congratulations Jilly" and I like to think that she heard me because she just smiled this huuuuuge smile :)
Truth be told, I cried, too. This song is one that I played over and over during my last week in school. See, I've been going through a lot that I haven't quite worked up that much courage to write to you gentle anonymous strangers, but I know that you care and well, I'm okay :)
But on a slightly ruder note,
I noticed that almost every black woman came to the concert with another black woman or was located within a group of black women. And where were the black men? Well, I can tell you that you already know. Almost every black man that I ran into or could readily spot was accompanied by a white or Asian woman. And this is not an exaggeration. I literally looked in every direction hoping to find a black couple and it was really hard to spot the one or two that I could find. I know that there were more, but I could just feel that the black male:non-white mate ratio was much higher. And for a strange moment, I felt some odd sense of relief. I won't go into why though (hehe).
Oh and then there were the fashion no-no's and you know I must rant for about two seconds (it's about to get scraight up disrespectful):
Standout moment: This lady had the nerve to wear her hair cornrolled to the side with those translucent colored beads from fucking 1994 on the ends up to the half point of each braid. AND then had the nerve to have her actual hair out in front as bangs. I don’t have the actual picture, but it was worst than what I will post.
*side eye*
what the fuck you doin? It is 2010.
and then this other lady had the nerve to look like a jacked mash-up of Shenaynay and fucking Ke$ha. She ain’t even worth the dollar sign. She was NOOOOOOT Cuuuuuute. With a Nicki Minaj wack ass barbie dress and hella make-up and a curls on the top of her hand, two side pieces hanging and the rest straightened down her back. Lipstick was mauve, lipliner was purple. 5 inch nails. Busted black man by her side. Pro-styl sideburns with the swirly-swirl design.
And this ho charming young lady was white. Somebody needed to pull her aside and say "Babygirl, that ain't cute ma." Or something. OR SOMETHING. I was going to be the one but she was already in public. It would've been a little too late for that damage control. I can't be Captain Save a Ho. Sometimes, they just gotta learn.
R.I.P. to Gary Coleman and Lena Horne. I haven't been blogging but they both deserve respect from Nappy Like Yo' Pappy. And while I didn't pay them their respects on this particular blog, please believe that I did so on my other sites. Especially to Miss Lena Horne who performed, to this day, my favorite version of the song "If You Believe". See the link for the beauty! I cry like somebody stole my bike EVERY SINGLE TIME that I listen to this song. Without fail, every single time.
Damn.
and Happy Birthday to the Sex God himself, Prince Rogers Nelson.
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*you so damn sexy*
Oh and 19 days 'til Brazil!
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