Ohhhhhhh shit my first post

Damn, my first post. When I decided i wanted to start a blog I had no idea what I would write about first. I want to do some album reviews, I want to talk about what I think about music, I want to talk about things I experience, and I want to talk about my opinion on the state of the world. Sounds a little pretentious don't it, whatever son.

Now to the actual first post

Over the two weeks I have been out of the bubble that is the small liberal arts college I attend, I was reminded that racism is still breathing even in the most metropolitan and liberal cities.
I spent the last week in Montreal enjoying the it's best aspects, a liberal attitude toward marijuana and a sane drinking age. It all lead up to me spending my final night in a strip club. At some point during that crazy night, like all people who are drinking a lot, I had to take a monster piss; on my way out of the bathroom I witnessed what I thought was going to be a polite gesture when i saw a white 20 something hold the bathroom door open for an asian 20 something. However, I was sadly mistaken, after the asian thanked the caucasian for holding the door open the white guy replies no problem yellow boy.
I was pissed, were I not a black Trinidadian in Canada I probably would have beaten the shit out of the dude. However, fear of both deportation and big ass bouncers caused a quick suppression of that impulse.
The next week i was in Boston chilling by my aunt and trying to find a sublet or room in New York city for the summer. Part of this involved posting my phone number and email address on craigslist and praying for responses. 2 of the responses disturbed me. A 718 number called I picked up and said hello, immediately there was silence then a beep beep beep letting me know I had been hung up on. So I called the number back thinking that the call had been dropped, the phone rang twice and went to the machine. A few hours later I called back again and the outcome was the same, a lil while later the 718 number rang me again and upon hearing my voice hung up. Later I sent a description of myself, specially tailored to appeal to landlords, to someone who had seen my craigslist post. After he received it he suddenly was leaving later on in June. In my description I mentioned that I was Trinidadian and that Trinidad was a Caribbean country, I think that this lead the landlord to jump to the correct conclusion that I was black. My belief that these 2 incidents were due to racism might just be the result of residual paranoia from a week of being stoned senseless combined with my renewed sensitivity to racism on a personal level, which is dulled at school, but in any case the fact that the incidences could be due to the fact that I'm black and the incident that I witnessed in Montreal saddened me.

In a book or academic essay i would have a nice intellectual conclusion at this point, something like race blah blah blah the greatest human tragedy blah blah blah we must change the way we view each other blah blah blah. Fuck that, it wouldn't help. Racism is a way of life in the world, it even exists within races, we aren't gonna defeat it soon so I'll just let you read what I've written thus far and be on your way.



no wait hold on

quick review of fabolous' new album from nothing to something
for a full review go to: http://playda.blogspot.com/
for a dl go to: http://bluntsmoke.blogspot.com/

It doesn't suck, it's full of good punchlines but fab sounds sleepy and it has balls chick songs.
But hey you might like that who knows.


sorry If there are grammatical or spelling errors