Bobby is 32 years of age, and hails from San Francisco. One of the truest cats who knows nothing but to tell it from the heart. I had the pleasure to grow up with Bobby since our earliest childhood years. He 'resonates' on the subject of what his baby brother, JP, called him about just the other day.
* real talk: (the "two minutes two seconds" video interview, with a minute "outro" on the back end)
"If my parents can do it, I can do it. It can be done." What the newer generations by and large perceive, from what I take his point to be, is a widespread misunderstanding on what exactly he means - on the "it" to be "done." He speaks of as 'fortunate', in how we grew up; but of what, is this 'fortunate' made of. yo, listen up.
Because Bobby didn't grow up with the current technological advance, with which some of you post every week on your Facebook. The pics of 'I'm just a chill bro, I don't really care but yet I'm so cool' - Oh and of course, that slightly better angle of your tits, lips, and ass. Nah. I remember he wasted nothing of each click of exposure, with those disposables or a point-and-shoot 35. To then make that drop at Longs or Walgreens, and wait a week's time, for them to process and print the roll. We never even thought to expose ourselves in photos on 35s, certainly not in this current flavor, this 'advanced' kind. Sure, sure, I know, of the silly fixation in the antiquated. So fine. Let's pit it up then, let's grind. -- what of, the slow-cook versus the instant gratification of current times.
Think. Those of you who, who let this West fool, act without a modicum of class each time. Oh no, not you? Oh that's right, I just haven't seen your Tweets; it's not YOU who endorse people of this kind. Yeah, my bad, but maybe I'd believe you, if you aren't so damn self-deceived; you who, say one thing, then straight off to TMZ. You just want (read: need) to know what Perez says. But look, dig it. -- You are what you read. If you disagree, then you clearly needed to hear that; if you don't feel me on this, then you may already be too far gone indeed. You who saturate, with instant gratification bullshit, your mind. Yeah, yeah, but you Tweeted!!! Right...right. Surely, that makes you a person who's got it right. With what you fill your mind, you constitute a glorification of the "jackass" West kind.
You might learn a thing or two, from Bobby, even though, no: he hasn't even heard of your favorite band of all time (who just came out just two months ago). And no, it's not just about some tired-ass phrase like "true old school". What he has heard, learned from and embodied true, is of a love that traverses the purely accidental state of your birth and time. And that's why. That's he strives, that's why I grind. His Babyface and New Edition; your Lady Gaga and Sublime. Are you for real?-You must be out of your mind. The collective 'advance', in fact, has produced not only a regress in class, but a cloudiness in sight of a relationship of love worth having; no no, it's not found in your pants. So go, keep your 'open relationships', keep handing out your 'heart' and pussy pass; let your dick swing for that threesome, S, T, and D. Go ahead, find nothing worth having that lasts.
Or take the time, the time needed to. - to see the richness in color of that relationship melted into a story of a photostrip. Experience the value beyond the kicks of the contemporary point-and-clicking through, those mere one-off glances, a skim of glaze off the real thing, nothing more than mere timeslices, never a chance for imbuing in a kind that's true. Listen beyond those thinly sliced within, take the time to let the colors sink in, those of you.
What then, of the spoken "fortunate" then. What of, that "it" to be "done." It is the value understood, achieved through, and embraced in; the raw beauty in the love worth "to strive." No not the "to strive for" but the "to strive within"; the difference between the words within your 'love letters'. - The words of 'coo', of mystery, of love's fool; and the words Bobby's mom wrote to get his dad's job back. Which love letters mean more to you?
Because to strive within, it really is, "from the lows, to the highs, through the folds, we shine," and yes, "just continue to be my sunshine." I beckon the new, those of you, the few and very far between, to keep the real deal true, for together again "just the tribe that has been separated."
Marinate on that with which Bobby resonates, until again it drops next Sunday at Midnight.
(naturally, feel free to comment)
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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