So today as I walked in Union Square, NY, I couldn’t help but be offended by a dude walking towards me in pants that were about 4 sizes smaller than he needed to be wearing. If that’s your thing then by all means go on ahead…but there is a limit.
As unpleasant as this conversation is, I figured I had to bring it to the fore, because homeskillz had a very offensive imprint of his penis towards one side of his leg, and was walking like everything was good in the hood…maybe it was in his hood. Dunno if he saw a sexy girl just before I saw him, but I really don’t get it either way. If you get excited on the street go take a break somewhere.
Where are the FASHION POLICE when you need them?? 911 we have a fashion emergency…HEEEEEELP!!! When you were buying these pants, did you not once think to yourself…hmmm my penis is very visible? This may not be cool. Maybe I’ll offend a Jamaican on the streets of NY one day. Well homie that day was today. And if you bought those pants seeing that, then you are just a lil freak.
And that is basically the end of this post. Dude you should never have left your house in those pants, and I shoulda tapped you on the shoulder and told you how offended I was. I almost threw up in my mouth, and I promise you I wasn’t looking. His fashion offense invaded my space on the sidewalk as I saw him coming from a distance. SMH. You just didn’t have to. Young bwoy wear yu siiiiiiiiize, young bwoy wear yu siiiiiiiiize (ode to old Lt. Stitchie song, ‘Wear yu Size’, with a lil lyric change of course)…THE END (Oh wait look below the vid).
I figured I should offer some solutions:
1. Absolutely NO free-balling in dress pants or any at all!
2. Briefs not boxers
3. Boxer briefs not boxers
4. Wear pants that are actually your size
5. Take a break if you need to…
If you ever see me do anything as offensive as what I have described above, drape me up and talk some sense into me…I just gave you permission.
11.05.08 (May 11, 08) By: Mario G Written in an airport or on a plane (I think)
If I were to be asked what were the most memorable moments of my life, they would have little to do with me, but instead with all the people who have inspired me through INSULT, COMPLIMENT and KINDNESS. These include:
- The girl that helped me carry my oversized component set box, I was struggling with, to my dorm. She didn’t know me or how far I was going, nor did she ask. I never saw her again. (GUARDIAN ANGEL MOMENT)
- The really happy and pleasant blind student with his brown lead dog, laughing on his cell phone and kissing his girlfriend in the school lobby. (LIFE GOES ON EVEN WITH DISABILITIES)
- The Ethiopian taxi driver who waived my cab fare of US$7.05 after a 10 minute cab ride. He said “I’ll pay for you this way”. He felt my stress from a rough day trying to pack and get back to Jamaica. We spoke about his home, family, Jamaica and Rastafari. (GUARDIAN ANGEL MOMENT #2)
- The 16 year old female with HIV and a 3 month old baby, but appeared to have no worries in the world. (LIFE STILL GOES ON EVEN WITH HIV)
- The girl that had been raped and felt insecure, but who wanted my number because she felt comfortable talking to me. We had only spoken for 15 mins. (YOU NEVER KNOW YOUR POTENTIAL TO INSPIRE SOMEONE MOMENT - Never forget that).
- The 30 -something year old woman who resigned from her day job to pursue her passion of becoming a full-time singer. (IT’S NEVER LATE TO FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS MOMENT).
- The Japanese guy that asked me in the library what the meaning of ‘turd’ was. He then asked where i was from and decided it was ok. I found it in the dictionary for him and said nothing else. (SOMETIMES IT’S BETTER NOT TO SAY ANYTHING MOMENT. CLEARLY JAMAICANS DON’T SPEAK ENGLISH OR KNOW THE MEANING OF ENGLISH WORDS).
- The singer that gets so deep into a performance that they cry afterwards or the audience member who cries when moved by a performance. (PASSION HAS AMAZING WAYS OF BEING EXPRESSED MOMENT - Priceless).
- The friends and acquaintances who believe in my success more than I do. (BLESSED ANGELS WHO I LOVE TO KEEP AROUND ME)
- The Glory of God and his ability to command soo loudly but without saying anything! (I’M GRATEFUL FOR EVERYTHING I HAVE, GOOD OR BAD, MOMENT).
- JAMAICANS - their beauty, talent and resourcefulness! (LOVE MI AN MI PEOPLE MOMENT)
When ever you are down, think about the memorable moments of your life, especially as it relates to people who have impacted you. This is just a snippet from my life which I wanted to share. Bless!
You have a face for artistic inspiration A mind stolen from the finger tips of god A mouth that melts my entire southern hemisphere History in the curl of your hair And eyes steadily on a prize Dancing in your dreams To the beat of an inner drum lined with determination Shuffling dice…
Just a habit Rote memorization Your features Your hands A habit Lost in translation Your language Your desires A habit Habitual interruption Your smell Your movement A habit Your settlement Your consolation A habit Youre mine And I refuse to be yours.
God has blessed me with friends, many acquaintances, an amazing family, but today I focus on my friends. I’ve always had a wide and varied and interesting bunch. Today I thank them for making me the dynamic individual that I am. They contributed to the man I am, in addition to the solid foundation my parents layed. I really love them, and they mean a whole lot to me. Naming them would be unnecessary, but they know themselves.
The ones in high school that protected me physically or by virtue of learning from their stories; the ones that exposed me to things I couldn’t have learned anywhere else. The ones now that believe in me more than I sometimes believe in myself. You have helped to validate me, and remind me of my worth. I truly thank you, because I am nothing without you.
I once thought I could exist alone, and some days I still feel that way, but we weren’t put on this earth to be alone. Instead we are forced into an intricate web of inter-relations, interactions, inter-dependencies even, designed to teach us valuable lessons over the finite time we spend here, called a life. I have learned so many life lesson in such a short time. I wonder how much more I will learn, but again I am grateful that I am open to learning. Grateful for the struggle that builds us and makes us stronger. Grateful for the slip ups and the mistakes that we have to fix to maintain the relationships we love.
Life, ain’t it grand or life’s a bitch? Well whatever it is, we have to make the best of it, and try to be the best we can be, with the assistance of a few good friends.
Well I just needed to have that non-specific ramble about my friends, and how much I love them, because they understand me in a way that so many don’t. Thank you all so much…for everything.
There are some people who believe they know the best for you and are insistent that you should believe it too. They have concluded this not because they are thinking of your best interest but rather are imposing their own selfish desires on you. It’s important to know who you are, and therefore which ‘advice’ to heed.
The thoughts of the righteous are right: but the counsels of the wicked are deceit (Proverbs 12:5, KJV)
Fools think their own way is right, but the wise listen to others (Proverbs 12:15, NLT)
I definitely wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m an angry person, but I have really gone into a space where I find I don’t care what too many people think. Only a few opinions have value anymore, and when it comes to music, it becomes even worse.
I don’t want to get into blanket statements about Jamaicans or Caribbean people, because I am a both, and my perception is different, so I know others definitely feel the same way. So I did a Medical Degree, and that’s awesome, but right now I’m a musician. If anyone is ok with that it’s ME, so at the end of the day what do you really care?
When in NY I see a flurry of Mohawks, tattoos, and just a simple comfort in individuality like I’ve seen nowhere else. When in Jamaica anything that falls out of the mold is welcomed with stares, pokes and prods. It really baffles me, and now that I’ve left it for so long, I know that coming back is going to be interesting, because if you know me well, I don’t really back down from anything I want, so I sense returning to Jamaica will be interesting for me.
This post was spurred by a lady who was telling me about what her young son was going to do as a career. As she told me what he was going to do, with him standing there, I really felt sorry for him, because his uncertainty was palpable, but he was pretty much made mute, because in our culture what parents say goes. I’m all for parents guiding their children, I believe that is one of their most important roles, but a 16 year old kid has a mind of his or her own as well, and that must be acknowledged. If I ever have kids, now I am smart enough to know that my job is to expose them to as many things possible, and to see what they gravitate to, and nurture that love and passion as best as possible. That is the parenting style I have chosen for my unborn child (children). If your work is what you love then you will never feel like you are working. My motto for life. I will make money doing what I love.
To believe she then alluded to how good it was that I had another degree because “Music is just a phase”. I was ok with the having another degree part, cuz believe me it helped and helps, but I definitely quickly told her that music is not a phase for me and that it will always be a part of my life, and I will do medicine or whatever on the side. I said this as nicely as possible, but I had to make my point. I guess the ignorant are who we preach to, because they need knowledge, but some of the ignorant are unwilling to learn because they are so set in their ways. Not only did she disrespect my career, but she implied that it MUST be short-lived. The statement in and of itself implies her ignorance to the extent of the music industry and the many jobs within it. It then reminded me of why when I lived in Jamaica I only knew about horns, and didn’t know there was a soprano, alto, tenor and barry sax, as well as the array of other horns. There was just a lot I didn’t know, and wasn’t exposed to and didn’t care to know. Now that I know I feel like I was cheated, even though it was no ones fault but my own I guess. Thankfully I made steps to seek further knowledge.
One thing I do know is that when I come back to the rock, I am going to try very hard to do my music out of the box. I don’t want to be on the riddim wid the other 50 artists. I want an album, that tells a story, with music that has a vibe and a feel, and that represents ME as an artist. I want to make music that has international value and selling potential. I don’t want to just be like everyone else. My music, my events, my life should and will reflect this. I want to make music that is genuine and not just a cleverly crafted gimmick.
I will speak to the youth about passion and about believing in it, and about digging deep within to find out what it is they really like. I’ll probably speak to some parents too if I can.
Careers are many, but there is only one life. That statement, along with the many friends I had who have gone on to another life is all I need to know that I am going to do ME whether anyone likes it or not. I’m going to speak my mind too if you come at me about what I choose to do. As you throw your opinions at me, be ready to receive a well thought out rebuttal. A teacher once told me that silence is not always the answer when people say ignorant things, you must educate them about how inappropriate their ignorance is, so that they may never do it again and offend others.
So today I stop defending ME per se, and start defending music as a career, and you should defend what it is you believe in as well. Life is too short to be playing second fiddle to the desires of society. Memba mi told yu. Blessed love, and Honey Bunches of Oats, cuz I love ‘em.