I Don't Walk On Water...

I loved my friend. He went away from me.
There's nothing more to say.
The poem ends, Soft as it began ----
I loved my friend.

-- Langston Hughes

Geez...

You ask God for honest friends and what do you get?

Honest friends.

So, my friend was reading my blog today and gave me some notes, good, unwarranted, notes. So, I have removed a couple of blog entries because my friend felt I was being too hard on a former famous employer of mine and didn't want me to destroy a bridge I may need later. Totally understandable.

The issue brought up two thoughts:

One, how much I don't like my friends reading my blog. Lol.

Two, how I don't know how good I'm going to be at being a player in the game that is the entertainment industry. I hate the game. I hate that one day I'm going to turn into one of those people that I despise just to be able to have a successful forum such as film to express myself. It's all politics. And I'm usually too lazy to hide my feelings about someone or a particular situation that I don't like or feel comfortable in. And I'm stubborn. I don't feel like myself always doing what people are expecting me to do.

So, my question is how can I toe the line without selling myself out? Is it possible? Because if not, I fear what I will become. And maybe I won't be able to come back.

I went to your house
Walked up the stairs
I opened your door without ringing the bell
I walked down the hall
Into your room
Where I could smell you
And I shouldn't be here, without permission
I shouldn't be here

Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon

I took off my clothes
Put on your robe
I went through your drawers
And found your cologne
I went down to the den
I found your cd's
And I played your Joni
And I shouldn't stay long, you might be home soon
I shouldn't stay long

Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon

I burned your incense
I ran a bath
And I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said "Hello love, I love you so love, meet me at midnight"
And no, it wasn't my writing
I'd better go soon
It wasn't my writing

So forgive me love
If I cry in your shower
So forgive me love
For the salt in your bed
So forgive me love
If I cry all afternoon

"Your House" By Alanis Morissette

The hardest thing to do is to be true to yourself...especially when everybody is watching.

This is a quote I came across by Dave Chappelle. I have a huge amount of respect for Dave. I know many people think that he is crazy for walking away from an extremely lucrative career with his TV show on Comedy Central. But, do you know how much courage it takes to be yourself? An extreme amount when you really think about it. Sadly, a huge majority of us choose not to seek out that courage.

Anyway, Dave was on the money when he chose himself, his personal well being and state-of-mind and his artistic integrity over the "machine". He is a rare case and will always be a role model to me for that reason.

Be yourself.

I'm sure you've heard the latest scandal regarding Olympian Michael
Phelps and the pictures of his use of a marijuana bong at some college
party. As expected, America is up in arms about it - after all, this is
Michael Phelps, our American hero. Now, in regards to Phelps part of me
wants to say this is just some White kid who happens to swim really
well. Nothing more, nothing less. Then another part of me remembers
the old phrase ''to whom much is given much is expected''.

So I'm torn with his role to us, the public at large. However, I suppose it wasn't
his fault he's been rewarded with insane amounts of money all from
people seeking to profit from the attention he brings. I blame our
country for putting this kid on a pedestal just because he swims well
and then make an uproar when we realize he's not a hero, but just some
young kid who may or may not be that bright. A kid who is bound to make
decisions good and bad in his young life. The only difference is his
choices wind up on the covers of magazines and news channels for mass
consumption. I think my final thought about him is that he should be
able to do whatever he wants to do. After all, if you're gonna be a
hero of mine I want you to be authentic. I don't want that fake stuff.

Speak on it...

I have been an Alanis fan since her breakout album Jagged Little Pill. However, I have to admit that with the exception of "Hands Clean", I've been reluctant to check out her later work because I didn't know if the quality would be the same. You know a lot of times artists have a hard time rebounding after that big "breakout" album. I am a huge fan of the JLP album.

But, this morning I woke up mad early and was checking out some of her stuff (along with the Spice Girls, yes, I have a little Spice Girls on my iPod...leave me the hell alone). I also came across this parody she did of the Black Eyed Peas hit,"My Humps". Now, it's a well known fact that I'm always the late one, but I checked it out for the first time and was laughing my ass off! Alanis is a friggin genius! Her version just puts the spotlight on how crappy pop music lyrics tend to be. Her version is an obvious parody, but also makes you interpret the song differently. Anyway, I love artists like her who dare to be creative. Check her out:

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