For The Win: Whitney Houston's Re-Fabulous and ODB's First Born Son...Watch me tie these two together.

So here's Whitney in all her re-fabulouse glory! I, along with most of you watched her interview with the one and only Oprah Winfry and was definately moved to tears. I only caught the second sit down and was initially blown away by her skin. As I watched I slathered my face with vaseline and pondered how something so good could go so wrong. She talked about coming out of her trials and tribulations on top and the people that were behind her the whole way, letting her do her bad, and helping her come out of it when she was ready. The most touching portion of this was when she performed and did that oh so swell naming of names. Clive, Dionne, Oprah. I had to marval at her "village" and of course admire my own as I trip, slip and stumble my way through these twenty somethings. I mean Im not doing crack but, you read my RE-Fabulous post.



So then it took me back to one of the notes I wrote to myself at RTB( Rock the Bells) I finally got to go to this alllllllllllllllll day Hip Hop concert. The Homie and I along with his other bougie friends enjoyed the hip hop and that stuff that makes the sound make shapes and colors. Amidst all of this, Wu Tang Clan, who are not to be fucked with, introduced to us Boy Jones the first born son of Old Dirty Bastard. Now even with colors and shapes, the first thing that runs through my mind is the significance his name has on his up bringing. So your father was a raging rap manaic that fathered 13 others after you yet was a pioneer in a multi billion dollar industry. Through all of that I definately could see where you loose so much of your sense of self that you would reduce your name to the one your given when your a mere 6 sec out of the womb. Maybe your mother was tired and wasnt up to naming you just yet, but all your life. Is that your general sentiment? Could be, espec. with a dad like Dirt Dog, Sweet Baby Jesus. So, theres that. Then Im feeling the music and so is Boy Jones as he performes his dads verses in "Shimy Shimmy Yawww" View the offender. So I'm imagining this meeting of the minds for the Clan of Wu Tang. And they are reminicing about their fallen friend, much like Clive and Dionne and Oprah are when they are thinking of Whitney, before she gave up that narcotic, and they're saying "what can we do?" Sholders shrugged, looked left, looked right, then finally they come up with something. In ODB's case he has already passed and the only thing they can think of is to salvage his first born son. In sort of a "pour a little out for my homie"" Lion King type way, they offered up to Hip Hop fanatics who pay money to listen to rap for some 8 hours straight ODB's first born son, and here by dub him. Boy Jones.

Whitney's on something different now and its not the white horse. Amen. I was so amazed at how frank she was and how marvelously she explained her situations. I took it as a true sign of strengh and beauty, plus this new album cover did't hurt and these Alexis Bittar earrings she's using as a wepon of mass destruction have me living. I WILL COP THESE, even if it means no food for a few days. Like I really need to eat anyway.