Another MJ Bombshell! (UPDATE)

I posted this story on yesterday with high hopes that it was true. Unfortunately not. It was a hoax. Other MJ untruths are:

*Debbie Rowe denied wanting the children.
*Grace Rwaramba having to pump Michael's stomach because he was full of pills.
*Michael's body was beat, bruised and bald as initially reported by the LA Coroner's office.

People will lie about anything these days. I can only imagine what they will say about me when I punch my timecard and clock out for the last time.

It is being rumored that the kid that accused Michael Jackson of molesting him back in 1993, Jordan Chandler, is now recanting his story and saying that Michael was innocent and he only made the accusation because his father, Ivan Chandler told him to. I am not sure if this story is true but through my extensive journalistic investigating (searching the web...LOL), I will get the 411 to you with accuracy.

Debbie Rowe Speaks

Debbie Rowe, the mother of Michael Jackson's two oldest children has said that she will not be seeking custody of the children and had the following words to say to a British Tabloid. (She blew me away with this):

"I was never a good mother, I never felt any attachment to them. It was a better feeling giving them to him than it was keeping them as my own. I know I will never see them again. I was never cut out to be a mother - I was no good. I don't want these children in my life. My children are my animals now." Debbie explained that, "Michael was divorced, lonely and wanted children. I was the one who said to him, 'I will have your babies'. I offered him my womb - it was a gift. It was something I did to keep him happy. I was just the vessel. It wasn't Michael's sperm." Debbie explained the arrangement revealing, "I went to the 'office', which is what we called the medical clinic. They impregnated me. It's just like I impregnate my mares for breeding. It was very technical. Just like I stick the sperm up my horse, this is what they did to me. I was his thoroughbred."

This chick is cold!

THE BET AWARDS

NO COMMENT!!!

Well maybe a few questions:

1. New Edition as the Jackson 5. Why?
2. Jamie Foxx as host. Why?
3. Keri Hilson. Why didn't you stop performing like 3 minutes earlier than you did?
4. Beyonce'. Hummmm...what?
5. Was it me or did Diddy look like it was killing him to not take the stage for a MJ tribute.
6. Did the O'Jays turn it out or what? Yes.
7. Was it me or did it seem like Don Cornelius may finally be aging?
8. Jamie Foxx like 4 performances. Why?
9. Soulja Boy. Again, why?
10. Why all the hype about Maxwell?
11. Didn't Janet make you just want to hug her so tight?

All in all the BET Awards have gone to hell in a handbag and tried to ride the death of Michael Jackson in a attempt to boost ratings. So sad. The network is shit! Yes I said it, shit. Most people watch the awards to see the baffoonery not the talent because they don't even expect that anymore.

12. Why didn't they call me and ask me to sing a number for Michael?

A PICTURE SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS

Farrah Fawcett

Actress and 70's icon, Farrah Fawcett passed on today after a lengthy battle with cancer. I remember back in school every girl wanted hair like Farrah. You can call her what you want but she's still Jill Munroe to me.

What Church is This!?

The brother in the attached video is way too excited about giving up his tithes and offerings. Is this church in the US because the music sounds tropical...well can't be because here in the U.S., Rev. Bilberry and Deacon Johnson would have taken this brother straight to the loony farm. My only question is, "Why has he not been on the show, So You Think You Can Dance"?
Check him out: http://livesteez.com/watch/39fanQ/Dancing-in-Church

sidenote: I bet that envelope is empty.

Thanks Aunt Dell

I remember as a child spending the majority of my time around people old enough to be my grandparents. One of the things I remember most about those cherished jewels is that most of them did not have a whole lot of anything, but they had the cleanest homes you could ever live in and always kept themselves clean and tidy. I mean homes so clean you could literally eat off the floor. I remember one of Mama Elsie's friends, Aunt Dell (who was quick to call it as she saw it, LOL) would call us to take her out at the beginning of each month to cash her lil' check, pay a few bills, grocery shop and dash into Goudchaux's for something to wear to service the following Sunday. Now Aunt Dell got a small check that if I am not mistaken was around $750.00/ month. Even 20 something years ago, that was not much after rent, grocery and stuff. But my questions was, how could a woman with so little, always be so clean, neat and had one of the tidiest apartments in Baton Rouge? Because her motto was this, "Being poor or broke, is never an excuse for being nasty". Spread the word because some people need to know this.

POEM OF THE DAY - "Lost Father"

So this weekend, we celebrate fathers, right? This poem is about a father/son relationship that in the end, may not be the happy ending most people desire, but it speaks volumes to boys and men around the world who as children longed for their fathers. In my case, it was what it was. The journey that God had me on didn't include my biological father but He (God) put men (real men) in my life that set examples for me of what real men were. They helped nurture me, guided me, chastised me, and taught my how to conduct myself in public, in the presence of women and my elders. They taught me that respect was more than a word, it was an action and in order to get it, you had to give it....but to never automatically expect it. They taught me that being a man meant more than, dick or driving a Cadillac, more than fighting or pissing behind a tree. I learned about how to take care of the sick, how to feed a stray dog and how to stretch a dollar. I learned how to cut my own grass and take out a little time to cut my neighbors too or to say a kind word to the brother that was down on his luck and then give him a swig from the flask tucked away in your coat pocket. I learned how to fix a flat and build a dog house, but most importantly, stand up for what I believed in and never be to proud to say, I am sorry. They taught me how to pray and cry out to God but at the same time, hold back tears in an attempt to look strong for others who needed your strength. I learned how to hug another man without feeling or looking, "soft". I ultimately learned that no matter how strong or invincible you may seem, we all grow old and at one point in our lives, will have to depend on someone else to help us make it from day to day and then, in the end, we die and leave this earth in hopes that something we did, "right" stays in the heart of some young man we leave behind.

Wow, God is good and while on this Fathers day, I can't say that I am going all out for my old man. But I do thank God that he is alive and healthy and hope that he finds that much needed inner peace concerning his relationship with his children because I sure haven't. Read with a grain of salt...


Lost Father

Alas, my long-lost father to me has returned
to tell me of things I’d already learned.
I opened the door and welcomed him in
to sit and tell of where he had been.
I showed no emotion, not even a smile,
he started to cry and stare for a while.
He looked me down from my head to my feet,
placed his hand on my shoulder in a manner so sweet.
Looked me in my eyes and proceeded to say,
“Son, let me tell you why I went away.”
Before he could start, I cut in with haste
but choked at the startled look on his face.
“I know who you are and I know where you’ve been
so I won’t start with remembering when
as a child the wonderful things that I missed
as other boys played football, kited and fished
with their fathers who loved them enough to stay,
to lead, protect and show them the way.
Taught them to love, respect and then
showed them how to become real men.
Who was there on graduation day?
Just my mama, but that’s O.K.
I always felt that it was a shame
that you weren’t around but I carried your name.
Dear sir, you see now I’m 40 years old
but remember as a child the truth was then told
of the real reason you chose to walk away
and why you have come to my door today.
You felt the need to stray for a while
while my mother was carrying an unborn child.
Even the reality of the story was whack,
mother always said one day you’d come back.
So now that you’re old and alone
you need a place that you can call home.
But I’m sorry, my friend, my home is full
with the love that you left … and that’s no bull.
I haven’t yet learned just how to forgive
you for the life that you chose to live.
I’ll ask you to leave now to close my door
to my home and my heart to hurt no more.”
As he turned in anguish and walked away
I knew I would regret what I did that day.
So then, about a week after my deed,
I pulled out my morning paper to read.
Just curious to know of who had passed
I saved the death section to look through last.
When I turned the page, I froze in time
and stared in eyes that were just like mine.
I felt the hurt, I carried the shame
but managed to notice they misspelled his name.
Canyou is spelled with a capital “C”,
last name, F-O-R-G-I-V-M-E.
I sat in this horror and for hours I cried
that alas, my long-lost father had died.

WYLD STYLZ

Do I Laugh or Do I Cry?

This mess right here is worse than the pictures I saw years ago of Tupac's autopsy. This is cause for a riot worse than the Watts Riot of 1965. Just look people!!! Look!

This is who we should have voted for President!

I want you to forget everything you’ve ever read, heard, seen or thought of about powerful women in American history because my girl, Sybil epitomizes female empowerment. I first saw this video a few years back, but for some reason this morning woke up with the phrases, “Damn, who I live with” and “Gimme mines” lingering in my mind and flowing from my lips over and over again. This was accompanied by a visual of my girl, Sybil getting them right on together. Now when I first saw this I though that there may have been an issue with some mental instability going on here and that would not have been funny. But then the camera panned in to the two 16 oz. cans of Colt 45 on the dining room table (LOL). Sybil is waaaaaaaaay too much. If there is any such thing as past life, then my girl Sybil was a fierce warrior leader who ruled with an iron fist that would make Hitler look like a nursing student who stays high by stealing Xanax from the patients in a long term care facility. By the same token, she would have any woman considered more attractive than her beheaded. This is what I call a woman y'all. I want to one day meet her as badly as I want to meet Oprah...seriously. NOW, you can enjoy your weekend!

You Better Look Straight Ahead!

First Lady, Michelle Obama is giving this woman a look like she is ready to jump on her like a hungry man with a coupon for a free 2-piece grill combo at KFC. LOOK OUT for Michelle "Beat Em' Down Mama" Obama!

Don't do it Michelle.

POEM OF THE DAY - "Wide-Eyed at Dawn"

Wide-Eyed at Dawn

Translucent images on the walls of my eyes
that sometimes make me cry.
I’m afraid to go to sleep at night
I think I just might die.
A heavy load these lids of mine
a burden on my brain.
The thoughts of dying in my sleep
are driving me insane.
A caffeine pill, a loud TV and an empty coffee cup,
mercy if I close these eyes of mine
I just might not wake up.

WYLD STYLZ

17 Year Old Rapes and Murders 8-Month Old Infant (Read With Caution)

The following story is not only tragic and disturbing, it is downright sickening. The only reason I am posting it is because I would hope women reading it would take the initiative to be more selective and cautions of the people (men and women) they become involved with and bring around their children. Again, please read with caution!

A 17 year old teen was arrested for the rape and murder of an 8 month old infant in Jefferson Parish. 17 year old Arnold T. Ross was arrested when neighbors heard loud noises coming from the house where he was babysitting the infant that he raped and murdered.

Arnold T. Ross, who had previously been arrested for possession of crack cocaine, marijuana, obscenity, battery against a correctional officer, three counts of battery on a teacher, three counts of theft, assault and illegal carrying of a weapon. My one and only question is why in God’s name was Arnold T. Ross left to babysit anyone, let alone an 8 month old infant?

The infant, named Da-Von Lonzo, was taken to the hospital in Terrytown, Louisiana where he was pronounced dead shortly after arriving there. The Jefferson Parish Sherriff’s office had initially deemed the death as unclassified. That is until an autopsy revealed that the infant had been raped and murdered.

The autopsy showed multiple fractures consistent with a beating and the infant’s anus had been torn. Arnold T. Ross, at first told officers that the child had fallen down the steps, but later confessed to beating the infant when he would not stop crying. He said it’s anus was torn when he tried to “clean it up”.

The mother of the infant is the girlfriend of Arnold T. Ross, and for some unknown reason trusted him enough to leave the child with him. This terrible case speaks to the weaknesses in our justice system; Arnold T. Ross, with his long record at only 17 years of age, should have been in a correctional facility; not babysitting for anyone.

Now, I have never been an advocate for the use of the death penalty and in this case, still not. Because I do believe that would be too good for this monster. I say let him get a dose of his own medicine with a long sentence in a prison full of big, burly, horny "lifers" in search of fresh meat pounding his back out whenever they feel like it. That would be a good start for this son of a bitch. He deserves the maximum punishment under the law.

I am not blaming the system for this one people.

The Lena Baker Story

My 16 year old niece asked me a few weeks ago if she could do some research on my computer for a report she was writing on a woman named, Lena Baker. I asked, "You mean Josephine Baker"? She said, "No, Lena Baker" and went on to tell me who she was and her place in history. Needless to say, although embarassed, I was proud at my niece for having an interest in such an individual. I was also surprised and delighted to find out that there was recently a movie produced about her life that would star actress, Tichina Arnold. Here is some background on Lena Baker:

Lena Baker (June 8, 1901 – March 5, 1945) was an African American maid who was executed for murder by the State of Georgia in 1945 for killing her employer, Ernest Knight, 67, in 1944. At her trial she claimed that he had imprisoned and threatened to shoot her should she attempt to leave, whereupon she took his gun and shot him. Baker was the only woman to be executed by electrocution in Georgia. She was granted a full and unconditional pardon by the State of Georgia in 2005, 60 years after her execution.

Baker was born and raised in Cuthbert, Georgia to a family of poor black sharecroppers. Her mother, Queenie, worked for a farmer named J.A. Cox, chopping cotton.
At the age of 20, Baker and a friend found they could make money by "entertaining gentlemen." This came to attention of the Randolph County sheriff as their clientèle were white and interracial relationships were illegal in Georgia.The two were arrested and spent several months in a workhouse. On release she was ostracized by the black community, leading her to become an alcoholic. By the time she was in her early forties, Baker had three children.
In 1941, Knight hired Baker to care for him after he broke his leg. In the town of Cuthbert, Georgia, Knight was viewed as a brutal and abusive man, a failed farmer who ran a gristmill and who always had a pistol strapped to his chest. A relationship developed between the two. Knight was believed to provide Baker with alcohol in return for sex, and the whole town knew of the relationship. Knight was persuaded by his oldest son, A.C. Knight, to move to Tallahassee, Florida in an effort to break up the pair, but Baker soon followed. A.C. Knight then gave Baker an ultimatum to leave, which she did, but Knight followed her back to Cuthbert.
On the night of April 30, 1944, Lena Baker went to the house of J.A. Cox, who was now the town coroner, and told him that she had shot Knight. Cox told Baker to go to the sheriff, while he would go to the gristmill where Baker said Knight's body was. Baker did not go to the sheriff, but instead went home.She was picked up by the sheriff later that night, but was cooperative. He gave her two days to sleep off the effects of the alcohol in her system before questioning her.
Baker then told her version of events. Knight had come to her house drunk and asked her to come to the mill. She did not want to go and tried stalling him by asking for money to go buy some whiskey. He gave her some money and she went to the "colored bar" on Dawson Street to buy alcohol, but found it closed. She waited there for a while hoping that Knight would leave her house, but when she returned, he was still there.She was forced to accompany him to the mill, but escaped and hid in the underbrush. She bought some whiskey and went to sleep in the woods near the convict camp. On waking the next morning she decided to go to the mill, sure this was the last place that Knight would go; this was exactly where Knight was, however. He held her prisoner for several hours, even through several hours of his absence, when he attended a "singing" with his son.He returned and told Baker he would kill her if she tried to "quit" him. Baker was the only living witness to the details of what happened, but in the ensuing struggle, Knight's pistol went off, hitting him in the head and instantly killing him. Baker claimed she acted in self-defense.

Lena Baker was charged with capital murder and stood trial on August 14, 1944, presided over by Judge William "Two Gun" Worrill, who kept a pair of pistols on his judicial bench in plain view. The all-white male jury convicted her by the end of the afternoon. Her court-appointed counsel, W.L. Ferguson, filed an appeal but then dropped Baker as a client. Governor Ellis Arnall granted Lena a 60-day reprieve so that the Board of Pardons and Parole could review the case, but clemency was denied in January 1945. Baker was transferred to Reidsville State Prison on February 23, 1945. On entering the execution chamber, Baker calmly sat in the electric chair, called Old Sparky, and said "What I done, I did in self-defense. I have nothing against anyone. I'm ready to meet my God." She was buried at Mount Vernon Baptist Church.

In 2001, members of Baker's family petitioned to have a pardon granted by the Georgia Board of Pardons and Paroles, seeing the original verdict as racist. This was granted in 2005, with the Parole Board, granting her a full and unconditional pardon, suggesting a verdict of manslaughter, which would have carried a 15 year sentence, would have been more appropriate.

A novel, The Lena Baker Story, authored by Lela Bond Phillips, chronicled her life. This book was the basis for a screenplay by actor/director Ralph Wilcox filmed in 2007 in Southwest Georgia. The film, also entitled "The Lena Baker Story," stars Tichina Arnold in the title role, Peter Coyote, Beverly Todd and Michael Rooker and is due for theatrical release in Spring 2009.

Thanks to Panachereport for the bio.

US Journalists Sentenced to 12 Years Hard Labor in South Korea

This story is interesting and whats even more interesting is to see how the U.S. responds. I heard that Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton sent a letter to the North Korean government demanding their release. This situation could escalate into something well beyond these two women. Read full story here: http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/asiapcf/06/08/nkorea.journalists/index.html

Michael Jackson's Kids (without masks)

Now, I know somewhere in this world, some man is saying to himself, "If only I had not signed that agreement"! You cannot tell me that these children have any Jackson blood running through their veins. Check out the girl. Her eyes are telling a story. She is saying to herself, "Of all the shoes daddy has, why in the Heavens did he wear these?" They are 80's throwbacks for sure (LOL). Maybe he got them from James Brown. (intro music for BAD)

Poem of the day - "I'm In The Mood For Blues"

This one goes out to Koko y'all. I remember writing this poem years ago after my mother properly introduced me to the blues thus causing me to fell in love with them. Blues is an original American art form and true American music. Born in the deep south and out of slavery, the sister to the negro spiritual, blues is now on the threshold of being taken from us and being intentionally re-evolved into another genre, catering to an entirely different group of people.


I’m in the Mood for Blues

Don’t jive me ’bout no country
or no heavy rockin’ tunes.
Today I want to cry a little,
I’m in the mood for blues.

Don’t want no pastel jazz
or pop with colored hues.
Today I need some somber soul,
I’m in the mood for blues.

A blue Monday fish fry
with a little gumbo too
and a screamin’ guitar player
to get you feeling blue.

Boy, talk about good times,
no songs touch minds like these.
When you’re singing from your soul
while cryin’ on your knees.

Forget a cab or city bus
I’d walk a hole in my shoes
to get to a good juke joint
where someone’s playin’ blues.

Round ’bout six up in the evening,
ain’t got no time for news.
I just bought me a new funk box
and I’m ’bout to play some blues.

So come on over and sit a while
and pay Mr. Pain your dues.
Just close your eyes and sway your head
and listen to my blues.

WYLD STYLZ

Still Sad

I am still in shock about Koko Taylor. Y'all know I am having a rough one. I love me some Koko. I think that I will have a Blues Happy Hour at my house tomorrow. Can somebody please bring the catfish, corn meal, seasoned salt, potato salad, bread, Seagrams 7, good beer, decent foam plates, napkins, forks, cups, ice, sodas, and a good homemade pound cake, becasue I really need that to get me through this tough time. I'll go out of my way and find a few records to spin.

Aging Rappers

Have you ever seen a brother in his 30's or 40's walking around with the baggy jeans, baseball cap, earrings and stuff and just wanted to tell him, "You are to old for that". I am so glad you didn't because I would have hated to help you pick up your teeth after I knocked them out (I'm just that kind of nice guy). Anyway, rappers are getting older, but most of them have managed to stay in the limelight and still do fairly well for themselves considering the industry being so age driven. Take a look:

Ice Cube (June 15, 1969) – 39
Jay-Z (December 4, 1969) – 39
Raekwon (January 12, 1970) – 39
Q-Tip (April 10, 1970) – 39
Redman (April 17, 1970) – 39
Ghostface Killah (May 9, 1970) – 39
Fat Joe (August 19, 1970) – 38
Scarface (November 9, 1970) – 38
DMX (December 18, 1970) – 38
Method Man (April 1, 1971) – 38
Snoop Dogg (October 20, 1971) – 37
Common (March 13, 1972) – 37
Busta Rhymes (May 20, 1972) – 37
Black Thought (October 3, 1972) – 36
Eminem (October 17, 1972) – 36
Bun B (March 19, 1973) – 36
Nas (September 14, 1973) – 35
Mos Def (December 11, 1973) – 35
Beanie Sigel (March 6, 1974) – 35
Andre 3000 (May 27, 1974) – 35
Styles P (November 28, 1974) – 34
Big Boi (February 1, 1975) – 34
Jadakiss (May 27, 1975) – 34
50 Cent (July 6, 1975) – 33
Talib Kweli (October 3, 1975) – 33
Rick Ross (January 28, 1976) – 33
Cam’ron (February 4, 1976) – 33
Kanye West (June 8, 1977) – 31
Ludacris (September 11, 1977) – 31
Young Jeezy (October 12, 1977)- 31

Ok, my rap album drops later this summer. It's going to be titled, "Kolonoscopy Killer".

All I could say is, "WOW".

The little kid in the picture above with President Obama was invited to the White House for whatever reason. However, he had the oddest question. He asked if he could feel the Presidents hair to see if it felt like his. Now it may not seem like much, but for a child to make an association of themself to an adult allows them to see that they are not that different at all to that adult. In this kids mind, he has now made an assimilation of greatness to himself. This is so cool.

Wait! I feel a prayer coming on: "Lord, please don't let it come out in the next year or so that this lil red boy is actually Obama's child. Please Lordie hamercy. Don't let that be the reason why he wanted to feel his hair, Jesus." That would be all we need (LOL)!

Blues Legend, Koko Taylor Dies

I received an e-mail late yesterday evening from Alligator Records that my favorite Blues artist of all time, Koko Taylor, had died on June 3, 2009. I can't put into words what this woman meant to American music as she had expressed to me in an interview in 2004, her lifetime goal was to keep the blues alive. I am deeply saddened over this news being the ultimate Koko fan that I am. Here is the release from her official website www.kokotaylor.com:

“QUEEN OF THE BLUES” KOKO TAYLOR 1928 - 2009 posted: 06/03/2009
Grammy Award-winning blues legend Koko Taylor, 80, died on June 3, 2009 in her hometown of Chicago, IL, as a result of complications following her May 19 surgery to correct a gastrointestinal bleed. On May 7, 2009, the critically acclaimed Taylor, known worldwide as the “Queen of the Blues,” won her 29th Blues Music Award (for Traditional Female Blues Artist Of The Year), making her the recipient of more Blues Music Awards than any other artist. In 2004 she received the NEA National Heritage Fellowship Award, which is among the highest honors given to an American artist. Her most recent CD, 2007’s Old School, was nominated for a Grammy (eight of her nine Alligator albums were Grammy-nominated). She won a Grammy in 1984 for her guest appearance on the compilation album Blues Explosion on Atlantic.
Born Cora Walton on a sharecropper’s farm just outside Memphis, TN, on September 28, 1928, Koko, nicknamed for her love of chocolate, fell in love with music at an early age. Inspired by gospel music and WDIA blues disc jockeys B.B. King and Rufus Thomas, Taylor began belting the blues with her five brothers and sisters, accompanying themselves on their homemade instruments. In 1952, Taylor and her soon-to-be-husband, the late Robert “Pops” Taylor, traveled to Chicago with nothing but, in Koko’s words, “thirty-five cents and a box of Ritz Crackers.”
In Chicago, “Pops” worked for a packing company, and Koko cleaned houses. Together they frequented the city’s blues clubs nightly. Encouraged by her husband, Koko began to sit in with the city’s top blues bands, and soon she was in demand as a guest artist. One evening in 1962 Koko was approached by arranger/composer Willie Dixon. Overwhelmed by Koko’s performance, Dixon landed Koko a Chess Records recording contract, where he produced her several singles, two albums and penned her million-selling 1965 hit “Wang Dang Doodle,” which would become Taylor’s signature song.
After Chess Records was sold, Taylor found a home with the Chicago’s Alligator Records in 1975 and released the Grammy-nominated I Got What It Takes. She recorded eight more albums for Alligator between 1978 and 2007, received seven more Grammy nominations and made numerous guest appearances on various albums and tribute recordings. Koko appeared in the films Wild At Heart, Mercury Rising and Blues Brothers 2000. She performed on Late Night With David Letterman, Late Night With Conan O’Brien, CBS-TV’s This Morning, National Public Radio’s All Things Considered, CBS-TV’s Early Edition, and numerous regional television programs.
Over the course of her 40-plus-year career, Taylor received every award the blues world has to offer. On March 3, 1993, Chicago Mayor Richard M. Daley honored Taylor with a “Legend Of The Year” Award and declared “Koko Taylor Day” throughout Chicago. In 1997, she was inducted into the Blues Foundation’s Hall of Fame. A year later, Chicago Magazine named her “Chicagoan Of The Year” and, in 1999, Taylor received the Blues Foundation’s Lifetime Achievement Award. In 2009 Taylor performed in Washington, D.C. at The Kennedy Center Honors honoring Morgan Freeman.Koko Taylor was one of very few women who found success in the male-dominated blues world. She took her music from the tiny clubs of Chicago’s South Side to concert halls and major festivals all over the world. She shared stages with every major blues star, including Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, B.B. King, Junior Wells and Buddy Guy as well as rock icons Robert Plant and Jimmy Page.
Taylor’s final performance was on May 7, 2009 in Memphis at the Blues Music Awards, where she sang “Wang Dang Doodle” after receiving her award for Traditional Blues Female Artist Of The Year.Survivors include Taylor’s husband Hays Harris, daughter Joyce Threatt, son-in-law Lee Threatt, grandchildren Lee, Jr. and Wendy, and three great-grandchildren. Funeral arrangements will be announced.

Eminem

The media is all a buzz about the following video. In the video, Sasha Baron Cohen (Borat, Ali-G) makes his entrance as gay guru, "Bruno" at the recent MTV music awards. He makes his entrance via wires suspended from the ceiling and in mid flight experiences some problems and asks to be lowered. However, he is lowered right in the lap of Eminem. Now here's the the weird part; he lands right in Eminem's lap head first which puts his business (booty, etc) all in Eminem's face. Visibly upset, Eminem leaves the theater with his entourage.

That guy is a character and took a real serious chance on this gig because Eminem is supposedly homophobic. The video is being taken down left and right but you can see it right here (LOL):

I bet he would not have done that to Pitbull. He laid a guy out at his concert last week.

Halle Berrrrrrrrry, Halle Berry...

From showing your breasts in, “Swordfish”, then getting busy trailer-trashy style with Billy Bob Thornton in “Monsters Ball”, then swapping spit with some foreign guy at the Oscars and now doing a live sex tape with Jamie Foxx in front of America! Wow, it is amazing to see what a woman will not do to feed her baby when her career is on the downslide and she hasn’t had a hit movie in years. Halle Berry and Jamie Foxx got real busy at the SPIKE TV Guys Choice Awards with a heated makeout session when he presented her with the “Decade of Hotness” award. This blatant attempt to jumpstart her career and catapult her back into “Hottie” status may or may not have worked, but fact remains, it was a risk taken that may have some backlash from conservative movie goers. Me personally... not a good idea. I would expect this type of action from Pamela Anderson but Halle…come on. Nonetheless, your efforts may be fruitless because Gabrielle Union has the, "no-talent working black actress" genre on lock.

Halle knows better!