My Last Show

My Last Show
Downtown Durham, NC (Bimbe Festival 2010)

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Stream of Consciousness #6

Ok so... no intro today, its almost 2 o'clock in the morning. I just got in 4 real. Long day. Good news. More than one thing actually. First off, I'm about to type another poem directly into this blog which I really like to do because it just seems fitting. Normally I dont sit down and write on a computer so I feel good when I write one straight into the blog because it feels like I'm using it. Anyway, secondly, probably lastly... drum roll please.... sike nah, me and Sunshine went out. (the person mentioned in my last few posts that is my dreamgirl will heretofor be refered to as Sunshine) So, like Jesus said "Whoever reads, let him understand." Anyway, the date was perfect. At first, I aint think she was gonna come. When I seen her, at first I was bugging because she brought her cousin with her. Then she sat at the bar, when I already had a table. Then she wasn't paying me any attention at the beginning. So...I commanded some. I think she wanted me to anyway. So, I talk to the dude that hosts the event and I was like look, introduce me as Nuff Said man (he knows me by my real name, Naijeer) because I need to get in the habit of branding myself; and can you do me a favor... He was like what, I was like, can you give a special lil shout out to ******, the chick who I'm up here with, and told him how I liked her for a long time and she was finally out with me and I wanted it to go well. OH YEA, rewind ........... .......... ........ I gave her a flower. WORD. I never give females flowers. I wanted to make her feel special, that seemed like the sweetest/coolest way to do it. Okay, fast forward back to talkin to the dude. So he hears that and he's like cool. He gets to talking about how they need to start earlier but he be trying to wait for ppl to get there but they get there late because it always starts late. lol. Anyway he says he wants to start now so can I do a poem now and do another one later when more ppl are there. I say cool. So he still doesn't start for like 20 more minutes and he always does a prayer to start it off. And i'm with that. All day. But he does this excrutiating disclaimer where he says this prayer is to the most high, whoever that may be to you. Doesn't sound so bad right. He takes the time to name them all. Every one he can think of and I think he be making some of them up, yo. For real. Anyway it takes forever. My grammar is terrible by the way. I think I overuse punctuation and then to counter that, I underuse it. And I tend to drift but i do that on purpose. Just for you. lol. jk. But i do that to make it pure. Just a stream of consciousness. I think this is an art of itself. It could be studied. You can learn alot about a person if you listen to them just talk. I mean just talk though. Wherever their (i had to think about which there (there/their/they're)(lol, there/their/they're, dont cry. lol) to use) Just start this sentence over. Wherever their thoughts take them to, they just say it out loud. U could learn a whole lot about a person like that. Not even just in what they say, more in what they choose to say, what they choose not to say, what they seem to be lying about or exaggerating on, how often they stop, their body language. Their is alot to be learned about me through this, I suppose then.
New paragraph man, i was rambling.
Back to the story.
I get Sunshine to talk to me and we're enjoying ourselves. I got the dj to play some Lauryn Hill. ;) Then we started talking about Lauryn vs. Erikah Badu which... come on... Anyway, he calls me to the mic for the first joint. I do my "whatup" intro which I dont know if i've broken that down in this blog but dont matter anyway, COME TO THE SHOW. I'ma start posting them up here. Videos coming soon too. (end shameless plug now)lol(stole that from my brother, who I only just met about a month or 2 ago.) Anyway, i do my "whatup" intro and go into the poem, which was 'I am a Poet'(i aint feel like pressing shift)(but i press it for the parentheses: SSA BACKWARDS). Anyway, I am a poet was the poem and it went over pretty good but I didn't CRUSH em like I wanted to (Sunshine's here, come on) There is a dude who looks just like Katt Williams up there. He trys to act like him though and thats kinda lame. But i fuck with him overall, i dont judge him. He has one very long dread way way way longer than the rest of his dreads; so he has to be an intersting person, yo, come on. Sunshine couldn't get over the dread. Anyway, he gave me mad props and thats cool. He said "people dont like to hear the truth" and thats real. Then he said he show them the proof and i was like I like this joint already. lol. Anyway, he was one of the acts, and an actual comedian that was actually funny as hell (i got his number, i networks ;) da long way. lol) Anyway as all these ppl are performing, Sunshine is getting closer and closer and smiling more and more and I can smell her cocoa butter. She close when u can smell the lotion. Word up. Anyway, we just playin it real close and I got my hands around her waist and its like we been known each other (lil colloquialism for you). And we have been known each other. We just aint know this was there. I aint even kno till a lil while ago. I'm gettin tired. Long story short, lol, My second joint was "A Sigh" and it gets the real quotation marks because they LOVED it. I loved it. Sunshine loved it, her cousin loved it, her coworker loved it. It was all love. And so best described my night with sunshine. 100
ps. I saw my Aunt Licia up there who I hadn't seen in years and that was all love too...even though she didn't even recognize me at first.
okay peace out for real now.
And Jacque I had to go back and edit this post like 3 times to because I kept forgetting to type Sunshine instead of Jacque. LOL. U probably wont even read this, Jacque. If you are though :P

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