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makes the ppl come together on *fantastic Friday*

Trinidad Carnival, Queens Park Savannah, Port of Spain, Trinidad & TobagoNow I spent my *fantastic Friday* shoveling snow, staying under the covers and avoiding snow. Had I put more thought into the matter I should have shoveled listening to one my soca mixes, either this one, or this one… it was bound to make the experience more pleasurable. I’m sure the show was amazing, I don’t mind jump and wave soca 80% of the time during carnival season so I’m not put off by the plethora of songs that have little substance. Here are some of my favourites… and yes, there are no Machel tunes here even though I’m a big fan of two of his song this year. He gets more than enough coverage elsewhere so it’s not really bad mind. 🙂

I wasn’t into soca music, or Trini music enough to be a fan when this man was a staple at soca monarchs. People say he’s the greatest… I don’t often see it. What I do see is someone who definitely inspires people to “get on”, someone who struggles with addiction and breaks the age barrier every time he mashes up the place. So yes, de bouncin’ start!

Denise… age, size & sex barrier. You ever see someone work a bumsie so? In all seriousness, every time I see this woman live I feel a combination of shame and pride. Pride b/c oh me oh my, look at her work it. Shame, b/c oh me oh my, my body could never do that. Not even at its most fit. True royalty…

I’ve been mixed over the years re: Swappi. Sometimes I think he’s a joke, other times I think he’s a boss. A friend made me believe this year though, this power soca… I really don’t have time for chupidness!

who say Return Fete in 10 days?

soca sistah soljahs

soca partyHow I’ll make it through what is now my 2nd missed carnival- which further cements the fact that there will be many many more that I will miss- I. Do. Not. Know. That’s pretty dramatic. I know I’ll be just fine. In the meantime I’ll try to get the most out of Toronto by going to a soca fete or two. I started just the other day and had a wonderful time. It has for me however highlighted the importance of doing to fetes with the right kind of people.

I *love* parties. Few would suspect this. But give me a party where the music is so loud that dancing is the only way to interact with the people around me and I’m the happiest I can be… That said, it have many people who I don’t like to party with. The expression, yuh doan bring sand to de beach comes to mind. That hasn’t been a big issue for me in the past but there are definitely benefits to going unattached.* But what I can’t handle are the lackluster party people. So speaking specifically to my soca heads, I want to party with you only if you meet what I now deem the criteria of a soca sistah soljah** . Are you a soca sistah soljah? If so you should be…

  1. practising your wine in the mirror at least weekly***
  2. able to handle wining at least at a 45 degree angle, with aspirations of 6:30… no matter how unrealistic***
  3. willing to wine on random men
  4. willing and able to stop random men from wining on you
  5. willing and able to stop random men from wining on your friend who has having difficulty with [4]
  6. willing and able to get close to the stage/ front of the crowd if your or your friend so desires
  7. greeting at least one person in the party with a wine
  8. holding your head and wining at least three times in the party
  9. at the party significantly past last call with no visible decrease in vibe or stamina

*that said, the heterosexist world in which we lives definitely affords privilge to having a fella in your crew- musings to follow

**no reference to Sister Soljah of whom I’m not a fan

*** source- pieces2peace, the original soca sistah soljah!

**** so I was going to put a picture of myself up but I said that might incriminate too many people. But I will go on the record that saying unlike these womyn in the picture it’s *very* race you’ll see any man wining on me and touching me so much. I don’t mind a wine but why’s your hand on my thigh, waist, shoulder, black… yeah. 🙂

Music Wednesday

To continue the trend of sexy music I will share with you some Caribbean songs that get the waistline moving. All old favorites, mostly slow dance songs dripping with memories of deep dark corners at house parties and village clubs. Hope you enjoy!

1. Beres Hammod.- No Disturb sign.

Quintessential sexy song, a must play at all Valnetines Day Dances and on all Love Monday request lines

 

2. Burning Flames – Workey

As soon as the opening notes to this song are played Antiguans worldwide start to wine. It may be our 2nd national anthem 🙂

 

3. Crossfyah- Wet Me

I’m in a party mood, man I behaving rude!

 

4. Healing- Lady Saw and Beenie Man

High school garage parties say what! Daddy used to be at the gate for me at midnight on the dot, along with lots of other parents back in the day. Ahh the 90’s 🙂

 

5. Degree- Hold you Tonight

Antiguan men aren’t big winers – gangstas don’t dance- so this was mostly us girls screwface winin’ up ourselves.

 

6. Tanya Stephens – Big Ninja Bike

This list would not be complete without Tanya. Big Ninja Bike me say

(s)ex & other things you shouldn’t be doing….

i have been unforgivably MIA. my apologies fyah stirring family, but school has been kicking my ass so hard i haven’t even had time to remember i’ve been forgetting to post.

i am not going to explain the title of this post, why i thought it was appropriate, or my feelings on any of the songs in here. you’re just going to listen, think about some bad choices you’ve made in the past and will make at some point in the future, and evaluate your life – not mine :).

1. Usher – That’s What It’s Made For

2. Miguel – Quickie

3. Mos Def & The Isley Brothers – Beauty in the Dark (Groove Wit You)

4. Mos Def – The Panties

Happy mid week point!

makes the ppl cum together… :)

I swear, I didn’t mean for it to happen this way. Another late day. So here’s some music for your Thursday.

So Sunday I did a little cooking and for some reason I was feeling like listening to  some sexin’ tunes or as I like to call them ls- leg spreading music. I actually have a folder saved in “my music” as ls. So let’s take a peak. Try not to laugh at the selection, we all have our own motivations. A time, a place, a person, a moment…

This song makes me want to slow wine, maybe swing from a pole… something I may or may not have done before. 🙂

When people singing ls tunes are significantly younger than you, you’re getting old. I’m not feeling Miguel in any particular way, but quickies sure do serve a purpose.*

I don’t know anyone else who likes this song. I think it’s hilarious. Everyone tells me it’s not a love song. He’s only singing about his prowess. My response? Why the f$#% not? 🙂

N.B. I endorse none of these videos. I doubt I’ve watched all the way through any of them. I only chose videos in the event you also needed some visual stimulation.

What are some of your favourite ls tunes?

*you swear say my ls life real active

 

 

 

 

makes the ppl come together- random playist

I have not listened to music in a long time. I made a major shift recently and in that shift I’m trying to limit background noise. So here’s a random selection from an oh-so-old playlist on shuffle.

I’ve never been a big Beyonce fan, most times I actively dislike her. pieces2peace long ago tried to put me onto Solange, who I think if I paid more attention to would really be a big fan. T.O.N.Y.

Kill me dead this was Machel the first 100+ times I heard it. But you should know by now I do not actively endorse Machel… so I’m happy to bring you Shal; and whereas I might not be trouble when I start to bubble, I love to think that one day I might be. 🙂

It still breaks my heart just a little bit that this group is no longer together. I had their cd* on repeat for weeks. Oh Washikong…

To end it off and also show my age, I bought this cd as well and was on an Estelle fix. I even liked the song she had with  she had with Sean John.

Rock into the night fyah stirrers. 🙂

* I was on the bus and heard two high school students talking about how someone asked another for a cd. His response, “who uses that ancient technology”. #youknowyouareoldwhen

makes the ppl come together- Sk memory lane style!

I went to the beach on Sunday and all the bars I passed were playing Kittitian music. This may not seem shocking to you seeing that I’m in St. Kitts but I’ve found in other islands there’s usually a heavy dose of non-local music typically in the form of dancehall outside of carnival time. Then again, maybe the Kittitian bars were inspired by carnival in Nevis… Either way, keep it up and here are some SkN tunes that just have my heart.

When this video came out I was sooooo excited to have a Kittitian video to look and see if I knew anyone.

I feel I only like this song b/c it allows me to say “jess back” 🙂

I tried to find a non-slack Small Axe song, my favourite from them was Dance the Masquerade, I’ve always wanted to be one… Anyway here they are not talking about soaps dropping or pushing back on water pipes.

And I know allyuh tired see this song on this site but it sweet too bad. As someone who waist and bottom not electric I try not to stand up in parties like security and like myself as much as possible!

If riddim box sweet again!

Random goodness…

Happy Friday everyone! It’s the beginning of my last full weekend in Toronto so my apartment is crowded with boxes, suitcases and (in a few hours) people. I wanted to keep things light today, since everything else is feeling so heavy right now (I’m oscillating between being overjoyed and breaking down in tears).

I thank god for Facebook sometimes and the random things people share such as 25 Handy Words That Simply Don’t Exist in English. My personal favourites on the list are arigata-meiwaku, l’esprit de l’escalier (because this always happens to me) and mamihlapinatapai (because it sounds kind of beautiful).

One of my friends and I constantly have discussions about body hair. If she had unlimited funds, she would probably laser every strand of hair that grows on her below her eyes. I’m not sure I wouldn’t do the same thing (even my conditioning has been conditioned) but I definitely fight it and question it a little bit more. Said friend passed on this article on ideal body hair to me which I found to be hilarious (and disturbing at the same time). Even if you don’t have time to read the whole thing, please scroll down and look at what three young men drew to represent “good” and “bad” body hair. We could discuss the policing of womyn’s bodies and hair forever, but those drawings both unsettle me and bring me so much joy.

Last but not least, the lovely trendsettah and my body hair friend passed on this blog to me, and when I finally looked at it, I was not remotely disappointed. I think of it as Toronto’s going away gift to me – something to always remember the bad dates, excellent brunches and white people at Caribana by. Thank you.

What random goodness have you come across, my wonderful fyah stirrers?

music in my head

I’ve been listening to far too much soca recently. I’m hoping to share these songs to free me of these songs.

Here’s to hoping its transferable.

I literally cannot asking myself or anyone the time without hearing this song. I used to be horribly offended by it. The idea of being 6:30’d in a party or on the road is not becoming at all, but I won’t lie I’ve tried to see if I could do the 6:30 b/c the 6:15 not not good enough.

Oh the despair. Please free me! I need to be able to ask, “what time is it?” without the thought of being folded over.

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I have a love for Edwin Yearwood and Krossfyah that goes back to this being the first song I learned on pan in high school. When I saw him perform this I wasn’t quite as in love anymore, gold locks are not the business but I was still ready ready ready ready ready to love it and him all over again.

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They say dancehall is violent. But apparently so is soca, it’s something we (womyn) required to brace ourselves for. I didn’t even realise this was an Alison.

I can actually say I’ve witnessed a jones and brace.

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in search of a far calmer, less instructive soundtrack

Things I hate writing

I’m applying for schools and am trying to get everything arranged to send off my applications in the next month or two and so much writing is involved – so I was inspired to write this post.

  1. Stuff about myself – whether the personal statement for grad schools, the “who am I” for this blog or the short bios for conferences, I HATE writing things that are supposed to tell you who I am. How am I supposed to sum up twenty something years of fantabulousness in 50,000 words much less 500? Synthesizing, summarizing and all other ‘izing’ things that I’m supposed to do in order to give people a “short description” of myself are processes that frustrate me no end. Maybe this means I shouldn’t be going to grad school?
  2. Cover letters – Resumes I can get down with, all I have to do is google a few job descriptions, sit down a few hours and play with margins and fonts to get it to fit onto one page. Tedious but very doable. This falls under point #1 but I really feel it needs to be it’s own point – telling you who I am in one page is ridiculous! When I was last ardently searching for a job, I felt like I was going through an identity crisis – when you’re applying for work as a Teller in a bank, an anti-oppression Workshop Facilitator and an Administrative Assistant at a University, you’re recreating yourself using the facts of your life on an hourly basis and it’s easy to forget who you are.
  3. Emails asking people to do things – I had to email profs to ask them for reference letters. I just hate it. I’m awkward, especially in my head, and have yet to figure out if I’m supposed to pretend I’m writing you to catch up by asking  perfunctory questions like “How are you?” and “How are your classes this year?” or just get straight to the point because you know and I know I’m only writing you to ask you for a favour.
  4. Prolonged sext messages– I’m not even going to get into the whole issue of someone having a transcript of my wutlessness. Let’s pretend there’s a real thing called trusting someone completely for this item on the list. So I’m perfectly capable of sending out a suggestive/wutliss text/IM or two, but the prolonged back and forth just gets, yes, awkward for me. Really are we typing back and forth about who’s going how in where with what? There’s only so long this can go on before it gets ridiculous. Get a webcam (remember I said, we’re operating on the complete trust thing), buy a plane ticket or something. There’s only so much I can take seeing written without feeling like I’m reading a bad Zane novel.

Am I missing anything? What else should I hate writing?

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