The Texas Tiger Chronicles

Monday, August 22, 2005

The Texas Tiger Chronicles

The Texas Tiger Chronicles

Question of the day: Who was your favorite Spice Girl?

THE BET AWARDS revisited:

Faith and Toni Braxton – Ok…the worst idea of the night was to pit two black women on the comeback against each other.   Faith tried to be an upstanding Christian about it.  As she stood there with the names of ALL her babies daddies up and down her arms and breasts, it took everything in her power to keep her from slapping Toni down the aisle.   Let's take it from the top.  Someone obviously ask Faith to perform at the last minute cause there was no sound-check or practice…apparently.   Cause come on, as many years as you been singing, please don't tell me you sound like that WITH practice.  So Faith was a wobbly mess on her first piece for Gladys.   Here comes Toni- ok.  Hmm.  What do I want to say.  Ok, after two babies, she is STILL flawless.   But, um, you have been doing the leg out thing for 10 years now – step your game up in the dress department.  I know you are angry that J.Lo. stole your thunder at the Grammys circa 01.   Yes, you have been slinging the hot gowns for years and years and people don't give you credit for that….but this is not the time for you to make a comeback in that department.   You need to sing.  And if that performance was any indication of what it to come, I will gladly download your new CD illegally thank you very much.

Part II- the divas together.  Toni went of the lyric sheet and started wailing.   Faith thought Toni was going to stick to the lyrics but didn't want to get shown up so she starts to wail also.  I give the victory to Faith cause her voice got better under the stress of the competition.   But overall, the only saving grace was that Gladys performed.  Next year, let the honored guess pay homage to themselves cause Toni and Faith was a big disappointment.

And onto Lady T – Teena Maire is a poet.   I think the poetic tribute to Mr. Rick James which mixed prose, song lyrics and social commentary into one poetic brew was flawless.  You have shown was true talent is.   You are a true artist.  All them out there in the audience who claim they write their own songs should be held to the same standards.   Let me see John Legend, And Beyonce, and one of those rappers (which is supposedly poetry) get up and kick some game like that without music, a posse of 50 and a pimp cup.  Then we will see who is a diva, a legend and a true player.

And on Mike Jones - So Mike was reppin for Houston. Acres Homes 44! HE comes out there "back then they didn't want me...now them hot hoes all on me" And he is rapping. His big belly was sticking out but not out as far as his wallet, at least that is what he said. Ok, so then he is join onstage by like 94 other boys from his neighborhood. And they are out there with pimp cups, rented jewelery, silver/platinum teeth and the b-boy stance. Now normally, I would be sitting at home talking much smack about this disgusted display of this warped form of hyper-masculinity that the prison mentality has let sweep through the black community and control the minds of father-less boy...but tonight was different. I was feeling it. I was tossing up the duece sign and as Mike Jones performed, I had the sudden urge to smoke a black and mild. I can't explain it. I am getting gangsta I think. Have you ever ever walked to the local bedega and bought a pre-made cup of ice so you could pour a $5 bottle of liquor into it? I have...and I liked it.

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