If You’re Not Here to Perform, Keep Yo Ass at Home
August 6, 2009
Well fuck you too lame dudes from San Bernardino who got no respect from the “H”!
Next up Bobby Ray, aka B.O.B stepped up to the bitter but sweet challenge of moving the Texas crowd with his high energy set mixed with a live guitar solo, a solid acapella flow about “crappy rap,” and the blessing of Bun B. Other than Bun’s obvious excitement for the newcomer with flip camera in hand, the crowd was really feeling the dude. With his two female background singers, he brought the essence of a Bob Marley festival with a southern twang. His excitement for music was refreshing and it was obvious he was comfortable on the stage.
B.O.B
Despite the lack of radio play, he’s not a no-name. Bobby Ray has been featured on the cover of XXL and Vibe as a promising newcomer with the likes of Wale and Asher Roth. He also has the ok from the big boss T.I being signed with Grand Hustle. So yeah that’s all sweet. The bitter fact is that he gave a huge shout out to Austin, Texas in the city of Houston. We hate shitty, irresponsible mistakes and we’ll show it. This city barely gives non-radio heavy hitters a chance. Of course, Houston did what Houston does best, we booed and booed some more just in case he didn’t hear it. But Bobby Ray stuck to his guns and killed the nonsense with his talent — and talent can never be denied.
Act three was Asher Roth and friends. A pale blue-eyed dirty blond graced us with his presence as he rode his toy Cadillac scooter onto the stage. With a hype man, a drummer, a lion mascot and DJ on stage; Asher partied like it was the last day of school.
Asher Roth
He’s slick for a white dude. You either go hard or go home as a rapper regardless of race and he is definitely in this game to win it. Folks compare him to Eminem, which is way off. If one had to compare him to a non black rapper it should be a group, The Beastie Boys. He’s like the little brother who just wants to get put on. He gave so much energy that his shirt was soaked with sweat and water breaks were his relief as the crowd cheered him on. He had full control of his entire set.
Asher allowed his drummer and DJ to show their skills with solos, and he gave the crowd what they wanted — a show. To compare him to a character in college, I would call him the white guy who was up for the challenge to dance with the black chicks at the party. The one who had the basic rhythm, just enough to keep from getting cracked on. He’s slowly making his name relevant to the dominate black music genre with smart lyrics, bold lines like “I like boobies like you like nuts, Lets get together and make them touch.” His performance is a mix of comedy and Animal House all on one stage. Bun B, one of the elder statesman of the Southern Hip Hop game, was visibly feeling him. He had the groupies backstage jumping and he allowed his female fans to dance on stage as they snapped photos to brag on Facebook. Smart marketing.
So what about the nappy headed hoes twitter comment? Who cares? He apologized. Black girls were on that stage and filled HOB, and they loved him — end of story. As he exits, he gives the crowd some well taken advice, “Stay outta trouble, smoke weed everyday.”
Kid Cudi
The superstar genius we know as Kid Cudi started at 10:40 p.m. The crowd chants his name Cuuddi, Cuuddi, Cuuddi, Cuuddi. The stage goes black. All dramatic and shit to the fullest. And there he was, the man of the hour, alone, in his rock start stance, silohoutte in full glow from all the flashy lights. The fans are really hype now. As the drama builds, the energy of the House of Blues was electric.
He went through a list of songs. It was an odd performance because his lyrics are thought provoking and it was hard to fully get into it. With the drama of the show, he couldn’t give the excitement the crowd was exposed to previously. His performance was just him, no hype man, no background singer, drummers –just his DJ, and even that dude was in the dark. Fuck it, we were all in the dark. Other than the lights you could barely see or understand what was going on. We knew we were supposed to feel excited, this Kanye protégé has been the most talked about artist next to Drake, and he seems to be more respected, but damn, give us a little more crowd artist participation.
He was saved by “Poker Face,” a final escape from all the melancholy. Act like you wanna be here Damn it! So there were some interesting moments, he did an acapella sting. His voice was soothing and clear, the first time I could here him clearly. Because of his mysteriousness, women will swoon as long as he doesn’t get all Lady Ga Ga on us.
Lord please save him from being a Diva.
Finally, he performs “Day N’ Night,” his last song. That’s what everyone waited for but due to the lack of energy from the crowd, concert goers made a pre-exit to their cars. It was late and folks were ready to either party or go home.
Photo Cred: Travis Bankett, tbankett.webs.com
Return of Renaissance
July 7, 2009
Yates High School has a troubled history in Houston. The school is seemingly constantly under attack from all sides, but Houston can’t let it go because of the students it produces. Take Jason “DJ Flash Gordon Parks” Woods for example. He is a product of the photography program at Yates, lead by Ray Carrington III, based on the community in which he grew up. Jason wasn’t fully committed to photography until he hit college, where he majored in photography at Sam Houston State University.
He now has a book of his work published and ready for sale. His book, “The Beautiful Side of Ugly,” takes you on a walk through the impoverished black experience in the ghettos of Houston’s third and fifth wards. In the next twenty years, with some photo re-touching, these images will sure to be placed in an African American museum of history. The gentrification of the Houston urban neighborhoods, like New Orleans, the people, the homes, and the spirit of Houston’s south side will make the historical context of the city non-existent.
As a highschooler, he naturally fit in with all the characters we all knew so well. If there was a Yates version of AC Slater, Zack Morrison, and Screech — Jason would have been the cool cat that fit, from top to bottom. But Yates was no after school special.
Whatever questionable encounters the southsider experienced was through his “alternative” love for music. In the 90s, alternative defined anything that was not “screwed” or produced with a southern twang, so his love for Wu Tang was rarely a topic for discussion at the lockers.
“The minute you mentioned Wu Tang, or some De La Soul, nigg*s gave you that strange look,” Woods says. “If you wasn’t bumpin screw, don’t even mention anything else.”
Thankfully 10 years later, his love for music has transcended to the club scene at chill spots in Houston. Flash Gordon Parks, his DeeJay moniker, spins a fusion of jazz, hip-hop and soul that surprises newcomers once they step into his magical world. Like his photography, Parks catches the moment through melodic sounds from HISD, which he’s a member of, to J. Davey, Esperanza Spalding, and Foreign Exchange. With headphones cocked to the side, and a glass of a non-alcoholic beverage on his table, the DJ is lost in the music. Tapping his foot and moving to the rhythm of an underground artist, Houstonians should be inspired to step up there discographies.
“I feel that once the word is put out there about this experience, more and more people will
come,” he says. “The Houston club scene is used to being told what’s cool and where to go, rarely do folks seek any newness.”
Why? “Because if that’s all you know, then why look for anything different?”
The crowd is medium in size but very pleased with their DJ. His mix of old school, underground, and radio jams are worth listening to, his skills are definitely a rarity.
A lover of art, film, and music, in cities like Philly, New York, DC, and LA, he would be considered a cool well-rounded cat, but in Houston’s urban world of cool, he’s dubbed The Renaissance Man.
Check out his podcasts for a taste of his musical choices on peaceuvmine.com. If you’re not feeling it, you probably don’t get this publication anyway.
So Hot You’re Better Off in Your Birthday Suit
July 6, 2009
Dena Ladner, Farah Jumshyd and Janine Abmayr are the brain children of the organic body and bath health store, Naked Body and Bath, located in the Village on 2516 Times Blvd. The shop is a leader of the movement for healthier living in Houston.
“My introduction to organic foods and green products goes back a long way,” Ladner says. “My mother belonged to food co-ops and we frequently shopped at a health food market off of Alabama.”
Parabens, Sodium Laureth Sulfate and Phthalates may sound like harmful organisms found in marshy swamps, but these chemicals are in fact harmful and found in most skin and beauty products on the market. Studies have shown the latter chemicals being linked to breast cancer (paraben), skin irritants (SLS), and problematic fetal development (Phthalates).
All three women became closer after working the corporate America circuit at Shell Oil in product development. “Women in corporate America are not a great fit,” Ladner says. The business opportunity and a need for change is what brought us together.”
Thank goodness for the monotony of corporate America because Naked, theblvdmag.com’s new refuge for spending money on inexpensive products, is a great spot to refresh your body from the outside. Frankincense, lavender, basil, sandlewood, and almond are just a few of over 100 fragrance oils to mix with bodywash, shea butter lotions, candles, and salt scrubs. All products are 100 percent natural and manufactured by women.
If you’re ever in the Village, stop by Naked Body and Bath, not only will your skin feel better, but you will help in donating soaps and body cleansers to the local Women’s Center.
SEXTING in 2009
June 1, 2009
“If those pictures turn out to be hers, it will prove to me that she lacks self love…”.- Huffington Post
“Ri, you silly donut. Didn’t you think these were going to haunt you some day? Keep your knickers on, petal.” – Gawker
“She’s the perfect role model….I’d want my daughter to look up to her definitely……*eye roll*” – Perez Hilton
Women have been a strong artistic focus when expressing beauty and sexuality through art and nudity. Our earliest form of art represents the female form as a temple of fertility – that whole circle of life stuff, and from Picasso to Gauguin and countless others have all had a deep respect for the female form. That admiration dictates that the natural gifts women possess should be admired, and revered.
For all the non-women out there, it’s true, being a woman is pretty damn awesome. A woman’s curves to the softness of her skin; a real woman knows when she feels beautiful and therefore may feel free to express herself through video, film, and/or photography. Sometimes if a man is special enough, he may get the overflow of what it feels like when you truly, love your body – and your man. Flash a thigh, a nipple or a naked silhouette and you’ve just made your man’s week while he’s away traveling on business.
So the question is not wtf is wrong with Rihanna. It’s what’s up with this ever-growing list of wack people who think that these types of photos should be leaked? Nude photos are nothing new, but what is new is how complacent and desensitized we’ve become to the images that are splashed on every blog, online magazine (except of course theblvdmag.com), and etcetera, and how damn greedy we as a public has become to see more of this.
But even that is not the real gotcha in this whole situation. The bitchassness behind the release of the photos is what’s so sad and pitiful. True enough, the line between publicity stunt and invasion of privacy are so blurred it’s easy to learn not to care, but damn, it’s hard to want to be creative for your man when jerks are using technology as a weapon. And it’s ruining it for every non-celebrity who wants to take a picture for her man. Believe That.
So, Boulevardiers, please spread the word to anyone you might suspect of a little beyotch-ness that leaking personal photos is so not what’s hot in the ’09. What’s cool in the ’09 is respecting whatever situation you are in and not succumbing to being vindictive. It’s weak to be vindictive. How many men out in the universe feel that releasing erotic personal photos of one’s lady, one-night stand, ex-girl, or wife/ex-wife is acceptable?
In all honesty, this immature behavior ruins the voyeuristic appeal of sending sexy photos to many women, which in turn, ruins what would have been a very exciting evening for you men. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT VIRTUAL NUDITY through Sexting? And HONESTLY HOW MANY GUYS HAVE SEEN EROTIC IMAGES OF GIRLS THAT WEREN’T THEIRS?
Drake: It was More Than Just a Show
June 1, 2009
I purchased a ticket to a performance of, to my great surprise, age 21 and under. “How did I end up here and why am I here?” were my thoughts as I cased the joint. I knew that Drake has become the buzz around parts of the Houston urban scene. Not quite cult status, but definitely more than a passing fad – and he has yet to drop an album. He caught my attention before the show with his remake of a Houston classic, “June 27.”
My beef with his sample of “June 27” is simple; how was he granted permission to cover this song? A brilliant marketing move, albeit questionable. Personally, along with many 30-somethings, I wished “June 27” was untouched or at least remade by a Houston artist. All is fair in love and war in this industry, but there are songs that should be treated with a level of respect, and the fans who support the original song will demand nothing short of it.
So, as I entered the venue with an amount of skepticism, Drake fans happily and patiently waited in the sun six hours before show time. I made my way to check out Drake’s, sound check.
I embarrassingly eyed the surmounting crowd of college kids and high-schoolers before I entered Warehouse Live, where Drake would be performing that evening. Surprisingly, the ratio of the crowd was five to one guys to gals. Little did I know I was watching the emergence of the male bopper 2.0. I realized in five more hours I would be lost in a sea of graphic tees, nut-huggers, and colorful scarves; what I call the “New” age b-boy stance, and the biggest kicker – most of these dudes were back stage. When did boppers switch teams?
As I patiently waited on Jazz Prince, the point of contact for Drake, I was able to listen in on Drake’s sound check. His demeanor was laid back and professional, and he moved comfortably around the stage in his relaxed grey denim and plain, dark t-shirt. As he prepped the sound engineer for his sold out show, I was able to catch a glimpse of this hip-hop phenomena they call Drake.
I listened to the product. Not once did he go into any heavy rap lyrics, I assumed he had that on lock; it was his singing voice that piqued my interest. As he tested his vocals, the pitch was obviously flat. He tried a verse of the mellow R&B tune, “HoustonAtlantaVegas”, and again, to the naked ear, the pitch was off. I wanted so bad to hear something special. I wanted a reason to understand why this guy was so sought after by every record executive in this failing music industry and by the end of the night, I found my answer, this cat is confident and bold.
A little shocked and amazed, I couldn’t believe I was the only person in attendance and paying attention to the sound check. It was too late for a cover-up, I already heard the real shit. No background music, no voice-overs, just Drake in accapella and for a lack of words, I was not impressed. His voice was kinda weak and needed improvement, but the sex appeal was definitely on point.
The young ladies of Greater Houston packed the entire venue after primping and prepping for the event. Now 80 percent of the women there gushed and rambled on how cute Drake was and how the show Degrassi turned them on to the pop rapper.
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After six ridiculous hours, the DJ belts “How many of ya’ll watched Degrassi?” The girls screamed and I stood confused, “What the hell is Degrassi?” Drake smoothly waltzed onto the stage with the swagger of a Jay-Z and the mouth-piece of a Kanye West. The crowd screamed in hysteria. Before he kicks it into full gear, he gives Houston the most well-deserved shout-out in my personal concert history.
“Houston, my favorite place in the entire world. Not one of, but favorite.” The crowd cheers him on.
Another shout out.
“Houston has the best music, the best women, and the realest n-words,” he prattled as he continued to praise H-town.
He started with “Uptown” featuring Bun B, and of course the crowd went nuts. As Houston does best, we showed Bun well respected love as he performed onstage with the newbie.
What I could not understand was why he decided to play Missouri City’s own Z-Ro. Three seconds into the song the crowd rapped with extreme fervor, as most young supporters of local Houston rappers do. All three-plus minutes was entirely too much for a Z-Ro song at a Drake concert. The top performer of the night had no choice, once he opened the gates, Z-Ro’s lyrics flooded the venue. The audience was very loud and clear. As the crowd of youngsters —80 percent of them female — rapped the song word for word, Drake watched the crowd in amazement. Drake interjects as the crowd serenades him with the ghetto country lyrics, “No other city reps their own harder than Houston.” The crowd’s attitude was of “yeah, we know you’re feeling this shit, but we gone show you how we feel this too!” And that was the defining moment of the entire night.
Without radio play and a record deal, how did the new comer get the huge fan base not only in Houston, but across the country? Who put him onto the Houston grind of hustling mix-tapes, that artists like Slim Thug, Lil’ Ke Ke, Mike Jones, and Z-Rro have mastered? He’s a fresh start for the young movement of up and coming rappers/actors, but there is still an air of “where the eff did you come from?” that leaves a lot to the imagination.
Gardening Aint Like Bingo!
May 7, 2009
With this cool spin on “Going Green”, will gardening be a trend in youth culture?”Going Green” is the buzzword of the moment, and with good reason. With the economy still in the toilet, families are taking alternative routes to achieve healthy living. Stroll down any Whole Foods or drive to the nearest Farmer’s Market and take note of the “organic movement”. Buying organic is a great way to support local and independent farmers and teaches the importance of cooking fresh foods.
I’ve always had a ken of gardening, its been a secret hobby for years. My grandmother was an avid gardener in Fort Wayne, Indiana, and would force my brother, my little cousins, and I to pick green beans, tomatoes, collard greens, and okra in her huge garden during the entire summer. My brother and cousins cried and whined, as we shuffled manure into the soil. We all hated that shitty part, but I listened to my granny lecture on the importance of fresh vegetables and I guess it stuck.
Gardening does require proper techniques to produce plentiful crops, so I will save gardening tips for a later date. If it’s not too much for you busy city folk, visit the Bayou City Farmers Market located on 3000 Richmond Ave., in Houston, Texas and get a taste of what is real and fresh. The farmer’s market is open on Saturdays from 8 a.m. to -12 p.m.
Julia Trainer, the farmer’s market coordinator for Urban Harvest, is reminding the youth to “Get involved and find a community or donation garden,” or at least volunteer with a community-based organization with a positive outcome. Check out their website at urbanharvest.org for future classes on gardening and community based programs.
So yeah I said it. I love to Garden! Thanks to the whole “Green Movement”, I don’t feel shamed of my geriatric hobby….it’s kinda peaceful!
George Bush and the Texting Epidemic
March 17, 2009
First off, if anyone reading this has never seen Will Ferrell’s: You’re Welcome America: A Final Night with George W. Bush, you are missing the most fantastic performance of a comedic impersonation. As a true home grown Texan, I feel that I totally understand and know George Bush after watching this. Ferrell brings a likability to his character. As terrifying as it may sound, he’s doing Ol’ Dub a favor .
Here’s a clip below. He’s quite genius.
THE TEXTING EPIDEMIC
In just the span of 8 years texting, facebooking, myspaceing, and twittering has ruined the social fabric of America. Dependency on cell phones are way too intense. Text messaging has become such a major form of communication that it’s acceptable to have an entirely unacceptable lengthy conversation via typing. Take for instance the latest “Chris Brown News”,
Chris Brown’s manager Tina Davis sent a three-page text message that started his alleged assault against Rihanna.
According to TMZ.com, Davis and Brown — who are 20 years apart in age — had an intimate relationship.
A “three-page text” is what started this whole disgraceful Chris Brown and Rhianna Circuis. A damn lengthy text message. Please forgive my harsh criticism, but shit has gotten a little out of control? It’s really sad and we’ve all fallen victim to our new found crazy dependency over texting.
Has anyone ever received a text reading….” You looked so good last night at the club….I hope I haven’t offended you” ? As opposed to giving you a call the next couple days, folks feel the comfort of masking behind texting. Or the…” It was nice meeting you, here’s my number, call me sometime” text message. Is there no satisfaction in hearing a voice?…. What is society so afraid of?
In my adventures of being single and dating, my love-hate for texting has added to many unfortunate episodes of miscommunication with the opposite sex, damn near ruining what could have been a great relationship. I’ve literally called someone and left a message via voice mail and in return received a response through facebook. When I’m out at, let’s say THE CLUB, I catch both women and men feasting over their blackberries and flimsy flip phones clinging to every word received via text. Forget socializing or dancing, texting is the latest fashion statement, “Check out my new blackberry…too bad you have the old one!”
It’s gotten so bad that people are getting arrested for social networking. Check out the story about the high school dude who got arrested for posing as a female on his facebook page to entice other male classmates to have sex with him….That link is here http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,495664,00.html. It’s kinda “Ghei”.
Both Women and mostly men are stuck and have accepted operating their entire relationship through social networking. One not having the balls to talk to the other will eventually lead to major damage in the relationships. What a cold shame?
My love -hate relation with texting lead me to this post. If, I can literally schedule an after work happy hour with at least four of my girl friends via text message and we all arrive in fellowship at our fav spot without ever having to dial a number….then we’ve wasted so much of “friend-time”. Let’s call one another girls!
To BriNG THis tO a ClOSE, when it’s acceptable to use syntax such as…LOL, LMAO, TTYL….
| ? | I have a question |
| ? | I don’t understand what you mean |
| ?4U | I have a question for you |
| ;S | Gentle warning, like “Hmm? what did you say?” |
| ^^ | Meaning read line or message above |
| <3 | Meaning sideways heart (love, friendship) |
| <33 | Meaning heart or love (more 3s is a bigger heart) |
| @TEOTD | At the end of the day |
| .02 | My (or your) two cents worth |
| 121 | One-to-one (private chat initiation) |
| 1337 | Leet, meaning ‘elite’ |
| 143 | I love you |
| 14AA41 | One for all, and all for one |
| 19 | Zero hand (online gaming) |
| 1DR |
then you know it’s down hill for the next generation! They won’t be able to write a college paper for stupid mistakes like using “u” instead of “you”.
People are losing out on creating soul-mates, ruining careers, and wasting personal time. When a decent call was once a normal part of a social medium, texting has reared its ugly head and taken its place. I feel for President Obama’s addiction to his crackberry. It makes his job much more stressful. Receiving bad news 24 hrs a day via text and email is mind blowing.
What if Chris Breezie’s manager would have just left a message on his voicemail instead of sending a psychotic career ending 4-page text to his blackberry?….Or if that one guy or girl you really had a true connection with would stop hiding behind text messages? We could learn more about one another. The crazies are revealed through over- the- phone convos and we all have the right to know who and what we’re dealing with.
Will our techy generation kill the most important form of socializing? Texting is equal to Reality T.V.
It gets more addictive and abusive the more years pass.
TTYL
WEEKEND REVIEW OF STYLE: CELEBS AND REGULARS
March 16, 2009
WEEKEND REVIEW OF STYLE
Although Rhianna is in the process of ruining her career, she still seems to remain stylish with this chic sweater bolero with a fur collar. Not only is this furry dream of a cropped sweater fierce, she has the nerve to incorporate the grey gloves with perfectly fitted jeans.
Here are my two favorite musical geniuses, Pharrel and Chad. Although Pharrel usually steals the scene with his great looks and sex appeal, I always seem to look out for Chad but he never finishes the look, and then my eyes revert back to Pharrel. He just has that “IT” quality. He looks so relaxed and comfortable and cool.
There’s so many issues with this child….Laawwwwd! She calls her self Lil Mama, but she looks like someone ’s soccer mom for real. Who invited her to this premiere and why? What is this look…..my darling? A lost pre-pubescent substitute gym teacher? It was so rude of her to even show up to someone’s premier looking so, so……. wayward.
Now to a regular random New York City girl. This picture is the epitome of New York style. It’s still freezing and out there in the Big Apple but there is no reason to dress frumpy for the winter. This cropped cape is flirty, professional, and warm. Perfect for a brisk walk through the city. As most fashionistas brave the New York weather, making a statement is always paramount. The appliqued handbag with grommets and the gloves are a perfect look from the waist up and even though I am not a fan of lace up boots, it works for this outfit. It breaks up all the poshness that’s going on up top and brings a more realistic approach to being a working girl in the city towards the bottom with the tights and boots.
This photo is special to me because I am such a fan of boy jeans with heals. It’s so sexy and many people have a hard time pulling it off. The tailored blazer gives off a more professional and transitional look. This is a great look for the office and a afterwork happy hour.
Well that’s all for my weekend review. I hope to find some Houstonians who can inspire me to want to copy their outfits. I haven’t seen any lately, but I also haven’t ventured out enough. Where are the fashionistas and dapper dons of Houston anyway? If anyone knows, give me a shout so I can post up a photo and do a review.
photos via: thesartorialist.com, and concreteloop.com
Jimmy Fallon Slow Jamz The NEWZ
March 16, 2009
Who doesn’t love The Roots? This band is a traveling jam session evoking the sound of a well versed youth. Well versed includes a mix of global elements important to a generation who elected the first black president, such as, politics, activism, and a consciousness of sound music. Yes, sound music is indeed a very important part of the post baby boomer generation and NBC is very aware of this (if only the record companies can get it together)….but I’m no fool. So imagine mixing up a majority SNL “Weekend Update” with Jimmy Fallon, seasoned with 12 second bits of sultry “Secret Garden” inspired R&B break downs, sprinkled with Black Thought laying vocals and ?uestlove leading the band on the drums…..and you couldn’t really ask for a more perfect back drop for the news. The only problem is The Roots are the fuckin back drop. It’s an oxymoron to say the least. I totally understand what NBC is doing. Now that Conan O’Brien is taking Leno’s spot, what could possible break the mold of the Late Night regimen circuit? I know….add a great band to make a questionably funny host look cool. I’m not mad at The Roots. This puts another notch on their belts as not just an ordinarily talented “Rap” band. They have skills and wit….but there is a bit of trepidation.
Black Thought: “Yeah, it’s definitely a concern, but I wouldn’t call it a worry. It’s a concern. We’re all putting forth the best effort to make sure he’s the next Conan and not the next . . .”
“Chevy.” – The Village Voice
Jimmy Fallon is no Dave Chappelle, but this project NBC is cooking up could be one of two things….surprisingly genius or a waste of time for a great band….Stay tuned and Check out Late Night with Jimmy Fallon on NBC
The Dream feat Mariah Carey, “My Love”
March 12, 2009
Check out Mariah Carey looking like a ghetto Barbie in The Dream’s new video “My Love”.
Love the song….Hate Mariah’s hair….isn’t she almost 40.
By the way, who are these people who have the time to record videos via cam corder and then have the audacity to waste more time to upload them to youtube. This video is not an authentic one, it is in fact a bootleg (which says little for youtube)….hey we’re in a recession folks!
