If you were following twitter or know Black people, then you know that the Soul Train Awards were last night (or a few hours ago if you’re reading this at midnight). Now, I’m not here to bash the Blackness. Nope, I’m taking a positive focus. Panama loves the kids.
With that said, I’ve made some observations. Creep with me.
In case you believed that positive focus thing, I lied. But, I don’t think hey were horrid. Just…special.
(Oh, and by the way, f*ck Comcast for having Internet outages up and down the East coast and forcing me to type this post using my iPhones Notes app. I HATE typing on this damn thing.)
1. R. Kelly put his foot all up in that show opening performance. That was the vintage R we always look for. Yay. It’s just too bad all I could think about was the that he was eyeing somebody’s daughter on stage. Wouldn’t have been my child up there. And did that joint ever go to trial??? Where is the honeycomb hideout?
And Chicago is one soulful arse city.
2. That opening f*ckery that Terrence and Taraji “acted out” was the oddest waste of time in award show history. Its like they didn’t realize it would suck until the show started but they couldn’t stop it. Wow was that bad. But I was entertained by the dance-off. That’s not true. I loved Taraji’s outfit. She could have danced a Mexican Mariachi Dougie in that outfit and I’d like it.
3. Has any other song gone from hot-as-hell to forgot-it-existed faster than Willow Smith’s “Whip My Hair”?
4. Something about El Debarge bothers me. I’m not sure what it is but I’m pretty sure I’m afraid to smoke with him around him without security and a taser.
5. This award show has featured a lot of booty. Like a lot. This isn’t a bad thing at all. But every performance save for Anita Baker’s tribute featured some voluptuousness. If this is the message that Centric is trying to put out to the masses, I just might be on board with them.
6. Grant Hill stays winning. Period. Grant Hill doesn’t have to win sh*t ever. He married and stayed with Tamia.
7. Is it me or does it seem like there have been like 4 awards actually given out?? And I can’t even remember those. Not that anybody cares but that’s odd for an award show, no?
8. Melanie Fiona seemed real happy to receive that award. I’m happy for her. Even though given those nominees, she shouldn’t have won. But kudos to her.
Sidenote: I recently (and finally) saw For Colored Girls. It wasn’t bad but that was one hard movie to watch. It has like zero replay value. I haven’t read the choreopoem or seen the play, but the woven in monologues were hard to digest and process in context of the movie to me. Then again, it was totally a movie for women. I lost focus about 100 times while watching it. Too bad that For Colored Dudes has already been done in the form of Boyz N The Hood.
9. Somebody needs to do a documentary on famous singers who go to prison. None of these dudes seem in the least bit phased by their time. Hell, Ron Isley seems like he never left.
10. Damn Keyshia Cole looks great. Hood. But great. Well she looks like a mess really. But a good looking mess. Like, potato salad. I like potato salad.
11. This is going to sound odd, but I don’t understand Bilal’s appeal. Short of “Soul Sister” I haven’t like a single song of his. I know folks love him but I don’t get it.
12. The Isley Brothers catalog is f*cking ridiculous. It’s like champagne wishes and thirty white b*tches.
13. Aside from looking prison gay, El Debarge looks like he’d sell you a used Dodge Pacer and swear it was a BMW.
14. Eric Benet looks like he might be a d-bag in real life.
15. Poor Ronald Isley. That brotha looks like he needs a hug. He’s happy and sad and has no idea why. He just wants to make sure he’s not being taxed for this performance.
All right, those were some of my observations. VSB, did you enjoy the awards? Highlights? Low-lights? All of the lights?
Speak on it.
-VSB P aka The ARSONIST aka 21 CUCKAROO GANGSTA GILLIGAN aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL, HE A 3