Today’s post is dedicated to the hair fanatics in my life. I often get many hair compliments, which is very strange to me actually, cuz I never did until I grew this mane. People in NY ask me to touch it…I offer to charge them. Makes for good convo, only if it’s a good looking girl. Otherwise it’s just weird.
Mario Evon (M.E.) and the curly fro are definitely a pair, but sometimes the Lion has to be tamed. There are a couple steps to taming the Lion, and only a select few can handle it. Today’s Lion Tamer: Christine.
AFTER THE WASH
SECTIONING FOR THE BLOW OUT
Sexy huh? In that I could be your grandmother on half of my head kinda way, but not. I find it rather hilarious. I wonder if Ice T, Snoop Dog or Beyonce would post pics of themselves in granny plaits. My friend Danae would say…”What would Beyonce do?”, LMAO. Life is too short to not have granny plait pics. Ha.
AFTER THE BLOW OUT
Gonna start rocking it like this soon…with the face too.
THE AFTER AFTER
At the end of the day it’s all worth it for a break from maintaining the fro. It’s hard out here for a pimp. Blessings.
T-Shirt courtesy of J. !nk Clothing (“Your Firearms are too short to box with God)…and never forget it!
It was written in the very last chapter of Toni Morrison’s the Bluest Eye, “Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly.” When I read it, it kind of left a hum…
It may be the concept of you, but not actually you
What I think you represent to me, but not what you really are?
Is that ok? Liking your concept, well actually my concept of you?
I think it would work out better if I liked the real you,
But I must say the concept of you is even better
It’s your 2.0 version when you are really still in version 1
Your upgrade. The perfect you…for me…actually.
Truth is the perfect you for me is a combination of concepts of yous
A few 2.0 models combined to form the perfect you
Technology hasn’t allowed for your creation just yet,
But I can see you clearly in my mind
Just a little bit of you, some of you, and a small portion of you…wallah,
Then we have the perfect you
Not only in concept but in true form
Perfect You 2.0
Just for me
(This post in some sense is an example of free writing. The beginning is not truly what the end became, or the intention at the beginning was not what it became at the end. It could have gone many directions, but this is where my mind took it. It had no title until it was finished, but in the end was based on putting together the concepts of various individuals to theoretically create the perfect person. Makes for fun writing, but I’d actually rather a beautifully imperfect person, as created by God. Perfection would become boring I’m sure.)
He doesn’t realize that I would breathe for him. Just to provide some ease for him, to give him one less thing to do. Still, he doesnʼt see me. I guess I will have to pour my love out on him from afar.
I never dreamt this could happen to me In control me Think ahead me Always…
“The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of the other person - without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.”—Osho (via jaeboogie)
“I believed in my dreams because they were my only option. The people who make it to the top—whether they’re musicians, or great chefs, or corporate honchos—are addicted to their calling. You have to honor the gift God has given you. The people who get the call are the ones who’d be doing whatever it is they love, even if they weren’t being paid.”—Quincy Jones (via jaeboogie)
Perhaps she just thought that love begat love as a matter of course. Each time she loved, she thought her love could make them love her. Almost as though she thought she had enough love for them both. This is how she learnt life lessons grew up. As she learnt these things her expectations became…
What am I to do with all this love I have for you? I want to pour it on your head and let it melt into your soul I want you to drink it in and for it to permeate every cell I want you to know that it is I want you to know that it is real I want you to know that it is my gift
One of my biggest lessons as an artist is to treat my musical career like how I perceive any other business should be treated. The customer is always right. If you are serving someone, you never dare speak back to them, because the truth is they are paying your cheque. They are ensuring you can pay your bills, because they are buying your product. This is a simple fact that even musicians must embrace, even though many don’t.
I often refer to it as being gracious as a musician. Being gracious means genuinely telling someone thank you when they take the time to tell you how much they love what you do. After many performances I have realized that people seem to enjoy it but will never compliment you on it, because of a myriad of factors. They range from being shy, and almost fearing the performer as someone who thinks highly of themselves and probably doesn’t need compliments, to just having to go move their car. The other side of the coin is that they really didn’t like what you did, so they said nothing. They sometimes are blown away and are lining up to tell you how awesome you were. However it comes, you have to remember to be gracious. Smile. Make eye contact, and let them know you appreciate them. It sounds as calculated as the lines of a used car salesman, but this is so important you wouldn’t believe.
This in a way is a reminder to self, because some days I’m tired of shielding questions, forgetting the customer doesn’t not always have all the pieces to the puzzle, or the time to click into all your links and emails. Questions about when or if I’m going back to my previous job. The blind suggestions of those who should have a better grasp of what you do, but don’t. They in particular annoy me, because I know their suggestions are coming from a good place, but if you are suggesting I start making YouTube videos, then chances are you have no idea what I really do at all…And that is sometimes upsetting. These are the people that make the music industry look like connect the dots. “Maybe you should collaborate with her…don’t you know her?”, “So why don’t you perform here?”, “Have you called Mr. X?”. In times like this, you just have to be gracious. Only you have all the pieces and only you can see the big picture. They don’t know about your upcoming photo shoot, or the song you are co-writing with someone important, or about the album you are planning. You are just a musician. Struggling. Starving. Starting out in their eyes irrespective of whatever progress you have made. Not yet a star, hence not that much really. Just an idler following a dream. It really hurts, but I smile and nod, because this is a business. Not just any business, but MY business. This is also my life. It is also the life I want to live for as long as I’m alive. All of this unfortunately I can’t explain to you in 5 minutes. I just wouldn’t know how.
I wouldn’t know how to tell you about the day I decided to go to Music College and learn about the theory of my craft, or the day I wrote my first song and made the chords and wrote the sheet music for it in 2007. The day I embraced Mario Evon as my artist name and that Reggae Soul is what I create - Feb 2008. Dreaming of being on the JA Jazz and Blues Stage and making it to the small stage (2009). Opening on their main stage (2010). Sharing the stage with Philip Bailey and Don Was at Berklee. Performing at the Apollo, and being a winner…twice (July 2011). If only I could tell you all of this in 5 minutes….The progress, but heah I doan buss yet, and I doan really have nuh song pon di radio, so I guess I’m not really doing anything. Plus who edits those YouTube videos and writes the blogs? Is it your manager…Yea it is…I am my manager. I do it all.
As frustrated as it is. I’m still on my journey, and I have learned this big lesson. Be gracious to those who want the best for you. What I think is relevant, may not be so relevant that I need to make you feel like I’m defending something, that you can’t fully understand. Filter the bad and absorb the good, and say thank you. You will have the opportunity to make it work in your own time. Create something of quality, and don’t feel the need to fulfill the anxieties of others that cannot wait for ‘IT’ to happen, whatever ‘IT’ is. All I know is ‘IT’ is happening, and I am happy, and in all my frustration and annoyance at times, all I can say is THANK YOU, and stay tuned.
And big up to the ladies today who told me I sounded great, was handsome and that my mom must be proud, and they can’t wait to see me BUSS in a couple of years. That was something to hold on to, and it meant a lot to me. Blessed love.
So if I have ever done these things, I promise you I have stopped, and some of them I will never do to start with. No apologetic disclaimers in this post, as wrangling with the social network beast is a process, and we have to learn from our mistakes in this fight. So if you are guilty, here is a chance to re-examine yourself and re-enter the battle.
Here are some things that I think need to come to an end:
1. The Twitter Follow Back
I get that people want more followers, and that people expect that everyone they know will follow them, even your vaguest acquaintances, but not even real life works like that. Don’t ask me to FOLLOW YOU BACK. I’m not being mean, but I would prefer if you gave me the opportunity to make that decision on my own. It’s like a guy asking a girl out on a second date. Let me make that decision or at least let it be mutual. You will just know if it’s right. The fact that I haven’t followed you back doesn’t mean I hate you or your music. I just haven’t. Don’t beg for it.
2. The Unrelated Post on my FB Wall
Ok so I am not a promoter for this party, hmmm, wait I’m not in the promotional flyer either…Why am I tagged? Ok, so I’m not even in the country where this event is being held. I’m confused…yet the little 5 blocks across the top of my Facebook page have pictures of events and other people that aren’t me, yet they are ‘Photos of ME’. Please people, stop posting your events on people’s walls. It’s equivalent to coming to my house with a black Sharpie and writing on my white walls…without my permission. If I untag myself, don’t be offended. It’s my wall, and I just removed myself from your promotion to my many friends…since my many friends must have been the logic for you posting it there in the first place. BTW, just had to include mass promotional text messages in this category (ugh).
3. Inappropriate Inbox Messages
So you can send me a message, that’s cool, but just remember that I don’t know you, so if I don’t respond, again don’t be offended. Don’t call me bro or buddy in this message, like we have gone back for years. Only a select few can call me bro, and you all already know I strongly dislike the word buddy. Thanks I appreciate the compliment, and no I’m not gonna call or come over to your house. My relationship status is not on my wall, so I’m not gonna discuss this with you…who I don’t know. If you like boys, go to an all boys bar, not to my inbox, and if you are looking for a husband, there is match.com. I mean, to each his own, but didn’t anyone tell you what to do and what not to do when talking to people. The rules don’t change on Facebook, Twitter or Tumblr. The issue is not your sexual preference. Do as you please. The issue is your damn ANIMAL APPROACH #Inappropriate. Granted I have sent an email or two to persons in the industry asking for them to check out what I do etc, and they haven’t responded, but guess what, I haven’t taken offense. I don’t know them like that, so I kinda deserved it, but like me I guess the FB offenders believe in taking a shot in the dark, but for career that’s one thing, but just to faas (be inquisitive), daz another thing.
4. Incessant Cursing/Nudity
Now you know your Uncle Joe follows your tweets, yet you never curse in front of Uncle Joe at family gatherings. Aunt Pinky is one of your biggest Facebook followers, yet you are never wasted around her, but all your drunken pics are your profile pics. So because it seems intangible, it’s ok to curse and post everything that you do online, so that all your family members can say 500 hail Mary’s before bed and pray for your tainted soul. I get that we are adults, but please don’t cause the people in your life unwanted stress, especially when the things you shoulda kept to yourself are all over the WWW…In the name of self-expression. I know I sound like a prude on this one, but that picture of you on the toilet?? Negative. The one with your hairy butt exposed on that drunken night?? Negative. The one with you in drag on Halloween?? Kinda funny, but you know your Caribbean uncle is not happy with it. Maybe you should share those on Flickr with a select few, and don’t be upset when the Holy water is waiting for you when you come through the front door on vacation home.
5. Did you Tweet that??
So we are all a little guilty of tweet farting sometimes…aka anything that comes to your mind will surface on Twitter. An occasional one is ok…sometimes you just have to vent, but if I always know where you are because of your locator or FourSquare, then I have a little bit of a problem with that. Chances are if you are cute, and I’m a stalker, I can find you…how about that as food for thought. Ok, so a celebrity dies…this is not the time to tweet something making fun of their life. I mean you clearly had no respect for them in life, but please have a little for them in death. Again i’m walking a thin line because I know some of my tweets are out, but this is directed to the recurrent offenders. I don’t care that you are on the toilet right now, or cutting you nails. These are things you can keep to yourself. I will only tolerate excessive tweets if you have a performance or event and want to update your fans/followers about, or for award shows. Award show tweeting is excessive, but highly entertaining I must say.
Conclusion: The courtesies we use in real life should transfer to the social network. If you don’t go around throwing things into people’s faces in real life, then chances are it won’t go over so well online either. So next time you are so eager to promote, maybe a kind message asking someone for their permission or even a phone call would suffice, before using their FB wall as a canvas…Jus saying.
This is a little bit more of M.E. Exposed. Keepin’ it real, until next time.
Just overwhelmed by the honour of gracing the Apollo stage once, I was fortunate to get to grace it a 2nd time, only 2 weeks later. This time would be even more special. It’s funny how I have to compete with the same song every time, but the experience always feels so different.
For those just logging on, I auditioned for Amateur Night at the Apollo. I came 1st in Round 1 of 4 on July 6, 2011. I competed in Round 2 on July 20, and…
The competition was clearly a lot stiffer. Stronger singers, a dance group, some spoken word and a MJ impersonator. Def sounds like an Apollo night. Let’s fast-forward to me being the last person on the line up. The Apollo is packed to its 1500 capacity. I have about 20 supporters that I knew were coming. Everyone else is basically a stranger.
This performance was dedicated to my home, Jamaica. I’m announced by Capone. I rub the tree of hope, and I prepare for my opening line as the introduction plays. I sing ‘Turn Your Lights Down Low…”. The mic is off. The audience is hot, and ready to boo people home. “BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” I remain composed, but this is probably the 1st boo i’ve ever received in my life, but I stay focused. The MC, Capone sends me off stage and tells the audience it wasn’t my fault, and asks them to calm down. I get a second chance. This time I’m taking no prisoners, cuz M.E. doan go out like dat! Ha.
The performance starts, the performance ends…I don’t remember what happened. Just like the first one. I call it the out of body experience of performing. That is how you know it’s good. You lose yourself in the experience and your body just does the rest. They like it…a lot, and they make me the winner of Round 2. I am tremendously shocked and overwhelmed. I had only planned on placing. Now I shall go on to the ‘Top Dog' competition on August 31, 2011, with two first place wins (Details: http://www.apollotheater.org/amateur-night-events/details/83-amateur-night-top-dog). If I place there, I go onto the final round, ‘Super Top Dog' (Oct 26), to compete for some big money.
Again I’m just really grateful to have gotten this experience, and I thank all the friends and family who have come to make the experience that much more worthwhile. I really couldn’t do it without you guys, no lie. Thanks. Thanks and more thanks.
Some Jamaican Support: (L-R) Hugh Douse (Director/Conductor of Nexus Performing Arts Group). Actor Karl Williams, Singer/Songwriter Mario Evon, Andrew Clarke (Actor/Singer/Director of Braata Folk Singers), and John Paul Pierre (Singer/Fashion Designer)
I found this to be strangely insightful, and in a way remarkable accurate. Does this imply that parents find the correct names for you when you are born, just based on a feeling of what you are and what you will become? Or does your name lead you because of what it represents? Very deep, but strangely accurate. Get an analysis of your name at this site.
Your first name of Mario makes you a quick thinker, both philosophical and creative.
You appreciate music, art, and drama and, if given training, could excel in those fields.
Self-consciousness may prevent you from feeling at ease in positions of impromptu expression.
Desiring to be free from detail and monotony, you find it difficult to finish what you start if it does not hold your interest.
You enjoy reading and the beauties of nature, experiencing peace and relaxation in outdoor activities.
A very individual, independent person, you live within your own thoughts.
Although the name Mario creates an interest in the deeper aspects of life, we emphasize that it causes procrastination, lack of confidence, and the inability to realize your goals and ambitions.
This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the heart, lungs, bronchial area, and fluid systems.
I recently tweeted “Is silence ever supportive?” At the time it was coming from a place where I wanted to hear words, and I only saw it as non-supportive. A friend of mine (@tinychiney) then reminded me of how powerful and supportive silence can be. My intellectual side then kicked in and decided to categorize Silence.
It can be divided into 'Supportive Silence' and 'Non-Supportive silence'.
'Supportive silence' is the type you receive when you lose a dear friend or family member, and someone just hugs you and says nothing. I’m all for this, because I never know what to say to people when they have a loss, and I actually prefer not to say much more than “My Condolences”. And personally I don’t like to be smothered when I’m grieving. I grieve much better alone than with people asking me if I’m ok, or if I need something, or if I think I’ll be fine. I just want to be alone, and I’ll be ok if you just let me breathe. A silent hug will suffice.
'Non-Supportive Silence' is the type you receive from your friends or family when you do something that they don’t support, but they don’t want to tell you directly, so they let you have the experience on your own. They truly have nothing good to say, so they say nothing at all. This type of silence I have great difficulty with sometimes, because the persons who you wish would speak are the ones that remain silent. It truly comes down to you seeking validation from those who you love the most, and when they don’t provide you with it, all the other validation from outside sources almost seems invaluable. It’s like being alone in a crowded room of people complimenting you, but the one person who you want a compliment from says nothing. It hurts.
Now that the silences have been clearly defined, I must say I pride myself in providing support whether it is silent or vocal. Some decisions in life are not ours to make, and if we are to be true friends to others, we must support without judgement. And non-supportive silence is full of judgement. It is thick and heavy and unspoken, and often more damaging than just being honest. So to everyone important in my life, just know that I’d rather have your support or just know the truth about how you feel, because the silence really is killing me.
I’m that guy that hates to see people kissing on the train, on the street, in the park. P.D.A (Public Displays of Affection) are not my thing. I worry about offending old people. I think they may find it disrespectful, but really that may not be the problem. I may simply be jealous of love.
Jealous of the fact that someone else has it and I don’t.
Jealous of the fact that I could have had it and let it slip away.
Jealous of the fact that it has been handed to me by people who I didn’t want it from.
Is all really fair in love and war? What does that mean anyway? Clearly all is not fair in my love, cuz I can’t seem to get it right.
Is it me or is it them or is it just not the right time?
Can I complain if I wanted it and didn’t ask for it? No, cuz that definitely would have been my fault.
Can I complain if I realized I wanted it after the fact? No, cuz again that would have been my fault.
Can I complain if when I wanted it they didn’t? Well at least I made a move, but this LOVE thing clearly won’t be on my terms all the time.
How many times will I get another opportunity to whimsically decide if it’s right?
Chances are I may end up a hermit on a hill…Hopefully I won’t, but the truth is I may be the only one preventing myself from having LOVE.
Until I am ready for it, I guess I’ll just continue to be jealous. Who thought you would be more ready with time. Time doesn’t do shit, just means you are older and still out of luck with love.
Guess these are the trials of a man jealous of love.