I start my day, every day with a classic Cup o' Joe, but afternoons? They're different. One of my favorite ways to spend the afternoon is stealing a few moments of quiet time with a cup of tea in hand. More specifically Tazo Honeybush Tea...you see this afternoon's cup brewing in the picture on the left.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Afternoon Tea with Simply Z.
I start my day, every day with a classic Cup o' Joe, but afternoons? They're different. One of my favorite ways to spend the afternoon is stealing a few moments of quiet time with a cup of tea in hand. More specifically Tazo Honeybush Tea...you see this afternoon's cup brewing in the picture on the left.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Na Na Na Na Hey Hey Hey, Goodbye

Well even though these days it's all about Jay-Z's "Death of Auto Tune," you know... dressed in all black and a moment of silence and all. I was pleasantly surprised at how much Jay-Z's concert at the Pearl at Palms Las Vegas was about celebrating life.
Friday, July 3, 2009
B is for Bob
"Three Little Birds", "Redemption Song", and "Could You Be Loved", reworked, remixed and better than ever. These are just a few things that I love about the new CD, "B is for Bob."Thursday, July 2, 2009
I Married Michael Jackson
It was a small ceremony, in the back bedroom on the 2nd floor of a modest home in East Las Vegas circa 1983.
He was different version of his older self, he wore white pants and a yellow vest. I wore pink rimmed short shorts and a rainbow t-shirt...I think.
There was no fanfare, no paparazzi, no kiss. Just me and his music, his moves, his look, and I’m almost sure he screamed “woo” or "hee hee" at least a couple of times that day, in between the only slightly audible whispers of extreme happiness about our union.
It’s no wonder I’ve cried at least once a day, every day since the news of his death. Like the rest of the world, I’m in disbelief.
Initially, I wanted to place blame.
Blame it on the doctor...or the sunshine, the moonlight, or the boogie. I even wanted to go Milli Vanilli style and blame it on the "effin" rain. But the day was clear. Damn.
Michael Jackson was my first crush, my first musical inspiration. Thriller was the first record I ever wanted to own...not just borrow from my mother. I wanted it to be mine, to hold it close to my chest, to run my fingers over the words, to admire his weird drawings in the center of the sleeve. This record belonged to me. Michael belonged to me.
In my pink muscle shirt with a Thriller cover iron on, I listened and learned, memorized and wished. After the videos began to appear on the new channel called MTV, I began to dance, to mimic is moves, the curl of his lips, the fog of his breath. Michael was everything. To me, he is all things musical. I really wish heaven could've waited.
He’ll be missed.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Some Say the Blacker the Berry the Sweeter the Juice

"...I say the darker the flesh, the deeper the roots." Does anyone else get chills when they hear 2Pac deliver these words in his rap classic "Keep Ya Head Up?" I do. I'm serious, I do...the kind of chills that raise the hairs on your arms.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Crash...

"into me..." I'm sure this song is not talking about a sculptured afro pick crashing into the floor beneath it, but this is the first song I though of when I saw this image. Yeah I guess this could be a "Fight the Power" post but I'm going with the Dave Matthews Band.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
I'm Thinking About Danielle Galloway

Waking up to CNN every morning, can make for some pretty depressing thoughts at the beginning of anyone's day. But not this time.





