J. Dawg Chappellicious

A wave of excitement has swept the country; indeed, the globe (Earth), about a new phenomenon who goes by the moniker J. Dawg Chappellicious. The odds are, if you’re reading this, you already know about this sensational performer. Nevertheless, I would be remiss if I did not publish this well earned endorsement. On the off chance you’ve somehow missed this marvel who takes rap to new heights well beyond the four letter word (you may, in fact, want to have a dictionary handy), be sure to tune in. You’ll be a better person for it.

 

Frozen Lips – Dem’s Da Blues, Man!

Zero degrees outside but I tried to blow a few licks, anyhow, and my lips froze to my harp! My sinuses were all plugged up from a head cold so I could only breathe through my mouth which, being stuck to the harp, meant I was making weird melodies all the way to where I was going. Since I couldn’t see my face (had no mirror, y’see) I didn’t know my lips had turned blue so I didn’t appreciate the double entendre when a couple of dudes pointed and said, “dem’s da blues, man.”

Long Time Gone

I know, been a long time gone. Been a long time overwhelmed. So much to do. So little time. You pick your battles based on some sort of intuitive sense of priorities that, in hindsight, doesn’t seem to result in anything better than if you’d just rolled dice and went with whatever came up. Makes you wonder. Makes me wonder, for sure. And the reader wonders, “What the heck is he talking about?” Ah. Well, some will know and nod. Others will just move on.