Santa Fe is calling me home

Since writing the post about How Sir Mix-A-Lot led me to Seattle, it seems like the planets have aligned. Like things are so on right now, it’s kind of freaking me out. Don’t believe me, let me tell you about the last week.

As I mentioned, me and the nephew attended a most excellent reggae show at a club I’d never been to. What I didn’t tell you was that one of the first things I  saw was a sign that was so meaningful, I almost caught the vapors.

After the jump, the amazing sign and all sorts of other good things leading me back home.



Like Chuck D, I got so much trouble on my mind

I have to speak on Micheal Jackson. I never would have described myself as an MJ fan at any point in my life. However, as a music lover and ass shaker, I have always appreciated him as an artist and the influence he has had on all music for the last 20 years.

I’m surprised at how profoundly sad the news made me yesterday. One friend posted the Billy Jean Motown Performance in 1983. That moment, when he busted out the moonwalk towards the end (ever the consummate performer, brother could build to the moment) was a bolt of lightning in pop culture. Like Obama’s election, it was one of those moments when everything changed in an instant. More