Fatherhood Annuled…No Longer the Savior of my Own Blood

I messed up. Shes leaving with my baby inside her. I dont know how to rectif. She wont hear me out. Whiskey sounds deliscious right now.

PUNK’D GETS PUNK’D

THE NEXT JOE SATRIANI?

THE FOUR KINDS OF SEX

The 1st is Smurf Sex – This happens during the honeymoon period of a relationship…
you keep doing it and doing it, until you’re blue in the face.

The 2nd is Kitchen Sex – This is at the beginning of your marriage…
you’ll have sex anywhere, anytime, anyplace, even in the kitchen.

The 3RD kind is Bedroom Sex – You’ve calmed down a bit, perhaps you have had some kids…
so you have to do it in the bedroom.

The 4th kind is Hallway Sex – This is where you pass each other in the hallway, look each other in the eye…
and say, “FUCK YOU!”

Legendary singer James Brown dies at 73

By GREG BLUESTEIN, Associated Press Writer

ATLANTA –

James Brown, the dynamic, pompadoured “Godfather of Soul,” whose revolutionary rhythms, rough voice and flashing footwork influenced generations of musicians from rock to rap, died early Christmas morning. He was 73.

Brown was hospitalized with pneumonia at Emory Crawford Long Hospital on Sunday and died of heart failure around 1:45 a.m. Monday, said his agent, Frank Copsidas of Intrigue Music.

He initially seemed fine at the hospital and even told people that he planned to be on stage in New York on New Year’s Eve, Copsidas said.

Brown was one of the major musical influences of the past 50 years. From
Mick Jagger to
Michael Jackson,
David Bowie to Public Enemy, Brown’s rapid-footed dancing, hard-charging beats and heartfelt yet often unintelligible vocals changed the musical landscape. He was to rhythm and dance music what
Bob Dylan was to lyrics.

“He was an innovator, he was an emancipator, he was an originator. Rap music, all that stuff came from James Brown,” entertainer Little Richard, a longtime friend of Brown’s, told MSNBC.

“James Brown changed music,” said Rev.
Al Sharpton, who toured with him in the 1970s and imitates his hairstyle to this day.

“He made soul music a world music,” Sharpton said. “What James Brown was to music in terms of soul and hip-hop, rap, all of that, is what Bach was to classical music. This is a guy who literally changed the music industry. He put everybody on a different beat, a different style of music. He pioneered it.”

Brown’s classic singles include “Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag,” “(Get Up I Feel Like Being a) Sex Machine,” “I Got You (I Feel Good)” and “Say It Loud — I’m Black and I’m Proud,” a landmark 1968 statement of racial pride.

“I clearly remember we were calling ourselves colored, and after the song, we were calling ourselves black,” Brown told The Associated Press in 2003. “The song showed even people to that day that lyrics and music and a song can change society.”

He won a Grammy for lifetime achievement in 1992, as well as
Grammys in 1965 for “Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag” (best R&B recording) and for “Living In America” in 1987 (best R&B vocal performance, male.) He was one of the initial artists inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1986, along with
Elvis Presley,
Chuck Berry and other founding fathers.

Brown, who lived in Beech Island, S.C., near the Georgia line, triumphed despite a turbulent personal life and charges of abusing drugs and alcohol. After a widely publicized, drug-fueled confrontation with police in 1988 that ended in an interstate car chase, Brown spent more than two years in prison for aggravated assault and failing to stop for a police officer.

From the 1950s, when Brown had his first R&B hit, “Please, Please, Please” in 1956, through the mid-1970s, Brown went on a frenzy of cross-country tours, concerts and new songs. He earned the nickname “The Hardest Working Man in Show Business” and often tried to prove it to his fans, said Jay Ross, his lawyer of 15 years.

Brown’s stage act was as memorable, and as imitated, as his records, with his twirls and spins and flowing cape, his repeated faints to the floor at the end as band members tried in vain to get him to leave the stage.

His “Live at The Apollo” in 1962 is widely considered one of the greatest concert records ever. And he often talked of the 1964 concert in which organizers made the mistake of having the Rolling Stones, not him, close the bill. He would remember a terrified Mick Jagger waiting offstage, chain smoking, as Brown pulled off his matchless show.

“To this day, there has been no one near as funky. No one’s coming even close,” rapper Chuck D of Public Enemy once told the AP.

Brown routinely lost two or three pounds each time he performed and kept his furious concert schedule in his later years even as he fought prostate cancer, Ross said.

With his tight pants, shimmering feet, eye makeup and outrageous hair, Brown set the stage for younger stars such as Michael Jackson and Prince. And the early rap generation overwhelmingly sampled his music and voice as they laid the foundation of hip-hop culture.

“Disco is James Brown, hip-hop is James Brown, rap is James Brown; you know what I’m saying? You hear all the rappers, 90 percent of their music is me,” Brown told The AP in 2003.

Born in poverty in Barnwell, S.C., in 1933, Brown was abandoned as a 4 year old to the care of relatives and friends. He grew up on the streets of Augusta, Ga., in an “ill-repute area,” as he once called it, where he learned how to hustle to survive.

“I wanted to be somebody,” Brown said.

By the eighth grade in 1949, Brown had served 3 1/2 years in Alto Reform School near Toccoa, Ga., for breaking into cars. While there, he met Bobby Byrd, whose family took Brown into their home. Byrd also took Brown into his group, the Gospel Starlighters. Soon they changed their name to the Famous Flames and their style to hard R&B.

In January 1956, King Records of Cincinnati signed the group, and four months later “Please, Please, Please” was in the R&B Top Ten.

Pete Allman, a radio personality in Las Vegas who had been friends with Brown for 15 years, credited Brown with jump-starting his career and motivating him personally and professionally.

“He was a very positive person. There was no question he was the hardest working man in show business,” Allman said. “I remember Mr. Brown as someone who always motivated me, got me reading the Bible.”

While most of Brown’s life was glitz and glitter — he was the manic preacher in 1980’s “The Blues Brothers” — he was plagued with charges of abusing drugs and alcohol and of hitting his third wife, Adrienne.

In September 1988, Brown, high on PCP and carrying a shotgun, entered an insurance seminar next to his Augusta office. Police said he asked seminar participants if they were using his private restroom. Police chased Brown for a half-hour from Augusta into South Carolina and back to Georgia. The chase ended when police shot out the tires of his truck.

Brown received a six-year prison sentence. He spent 15 months in a South Carolina prison and 10 months in a work release program before being paroled in February 1991. In 2003, the South Carolina parole board granted him a pardon for his crimes in that state.

Soon after his release, Brown was on stage again with an audience that included millions of cable television viewers nationwide who watched the three-hour, pay-per-view concert at Wiltern Theatre in Los Angeles.

Adrienne Brown died in 1996 in Los Angeles at age 47. She took PCP and several prescription drugs while she had a bad heart and was weak from cosmetic surgery two days earlier, the coroner said.

More recently, he married his fourth wife, Tomi Raye Hynie, one of his backup singers. The couple had a son, James Jr.

Two years later, Brown spent a week in a private Columbia hospital, recovering from what his agent said was dependency on painkillers. Brown’s attorney, Albert “Buddy” Dallas, said the singer was exhausted from six years of road shows.

Brown was performing to the end, and giving back to his community.

Three days before his death, he joined volunteers at his annual toy giveaway in Augusta, and he planned to perform on New Year’s Eve at B.B. King Blues Club in New York.

“He was dramatic to the end — dying on Christmas Day,” said the Rev.
Jesse Jackson, a friend of Brown’s since 1955. “Almost a dramatic, poetic moment. He’ll be all over the news all over the world today. He would have it no other way.”

Brown is survived by at least four children — two daughters and sons Daryl and James Brown III, Copsidas said. Friends were making flight arrangements Monday to come to Atlanta to determine how to memorialize Brown, Copsidas said.

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Stuffed

Got a sinus infection. I can hardly breathe. Such a good time to quit smoking. Man this hurts.

My Favorite Hockey Teams

Its nice to see D.C. and Atlanta kick each other where it hurts most…in the goal! I am from D.C. but moving to Atlanta…crazy.

IhateTRUTH.com

So this is practically not a new issue. I am 27 and have been smoking since I was 11…chaining since I was 15. I broke barriers that literally got me kicked out of boarding schools and I didnt give a shit. To this day my longest quit record time has been 2 months. However, during those two months, someone traded me a gym membership. CON ARTISTS! So now my biggest dilemma is with the child on its way just months from now. I have reduced my nictine immensly starting at 6 cigarettes a day. I would slip them in my smokies tin holder so I would only work with the amount I had. I broke this thing once and bought a pack, never used the tin, and smoked that whole fucking pack dry.

Yesterday I definitely gave myself a pat on the pack. I bummed 3 cigarettes max all day long…though when i got home from work I smoked the remaining butts in our ashtray.

Now Ive been trying to quit since I was 22 and its been fucking straight up hell. I have contacted TRUTH.COM, MYTIMETOQUIT.COM, even NIH which is local in Bethesda, MD. To no avail. So I am pushing for my will power, my last and only resort at this time. Unfortunately its that one resort at the end of the dirty Jersey beach with cockroaches..ha!

So here goes day two we’ll track to see how long before I break. I just really dont want my child inhaling smoke…not good.

Breaking the Boy

So the past few months I have been seeing a chiropractor where my fiance works. I have had the worst back I have had in years. I lift alot crap all day: totes that feel like someone piled dead sumo wrestlers in, boxes that feel like they were made of metal not cardboard, and other shit that would easily turn me into a hunchback.

I just cannot wait to wear those daddy slings to the mall haha!

I am most definitely adding one of these to the baby registry: