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there’s a lady over in [the section to the left] directly in front of men’s bathroom #1, that has, what appears to be, a “homemade” gerald levert calendar. because i pass by it at least twice a day, i’ve come accustomed to seeing him as i enter and leave my secret chamber. i’m not sure if this calendar was created w/physical cut & paste using scissors & elmer’s glue or microsoft publisher, but, the very.plain.picture on top of a very.white.background has a certain, “one of a kind” quality that speaks to a handmade exclusivity that mass production professionals can not match.

seeing him, sometimes 3 to 4 times a day has given me a lot of thought about the type of person that would create-or-purchase and then choose to display such an interesting cube artifact. although i can’t say much about her, i can say that i couldn’t imagine being that much of a fan of an individual that i would have a calendar to remind me of them each day. especially in an office environment where most of us use outlook & some other form of personal calendar like googleCalendar, iCal or our cellphone. the physical calendar, w/out any visible notations serves absolutely no date-based purpose.

it’s only the second of the month, but, she’s still got her calendar set to september. this leaves us with a very interesting question about whether the entire calendar is GL, GL headshots, a collection of fallen heroes of R&B or maybe some other inexplainable portrait.squares on rectangles compilation.

i thought i might have been too harsh in my thoughts towards this nameless lady, and that outside of it’s date functions, this calendar, featuring a square borderless headshot and completely lacking w/any awareness raising colored ribbons still might be to help inform people of whatever ailment took the L in LSG away at such an early age. so, yesterday, after my fifth or six trip past her desk, i decided to take a look on our dear friend, the intarweb, to find out a bit more about Mr. Too Damn Good. unfortunately, according to wikipedia, it was a combination of prescription drugs coupled w/pneumonia (read: Thursday at Winehouse’s) that was responsible for Gerald’s premature passing. not your typical sell-a-commemorative keepsake cause, but, still she could have the calendar posted to inform us of the need for better healthcare & an overall healthier lifestyle. which, of course, got me to wondering what Barry’s position is on the subject.

unfortunately, after yet another trip to “the drop zone,” i’ve realized that she must be on vacation, so it’ll take a week or so to get some answers to such pressing questions as what will October bring as the calendar turns…

so, i originally intended for this to go up before Trips’ return against The Booker Man at SummerSlam. I knew Booker was being fed to the Lion and thought it disgusting. but, alas, timeliness and the great slack kept me from publishing on time. now, it looks like King Bookah has left the E and i am even more pissed.

the king is dead.

long live the king?

down with the king.

i thought the whole let’s-try-to-make-a-song-like-da-shop-boyz shit had reached it’s apex w/”do the rockman” by some-no-name-group that get’s played-way-too-much on the radio down here. apparently, i forgot that Mr. Piss-on-You liked making music that was appealing to children, so he enlisted luda cris to help him out w/a shitty ass, “rockstar, baby” song. i’m kinda disgusted that justin blazintini had anything to do with this song, but won’t be picking up a copy of “double up” to check the production credits to make sure.

truthfully, outside of whether or not he tinkled on a toddler, i don’t think i could get past the album cover pic. just look at robert in his fully bedazzled glory. i can just envision Arruh asking Tana to get her nieces to help the stylist pick out the clothing for the video shoot at hot topic. the only thing that kellz wack ass song is missing is a travis barker name drop.

enough of the garbation…

run dmc - king of rock
there was a time when people used guitars because they were hard as fuck, not because it was a trendy marketing ploy to attract kids between 9-14. at least i like to think that’s why they were being used.

more music after the jump »

and, apparently, that love is reciprocated. their upcoming single, “Reacharound,” is gonna bang in the clubs.

is that a fish eye lens? the peeps over at bangbros are alot more subtle w/it. no way do you need the 13 people pictured above to take a picture of The Yonce. maybe they should holla at ray j instead, he’s got the ill camera game.

this is one of the few pictures of The Yonce over at sportsillustrated that hasn’t received ample treatment from the gaussian blur, smart blur and airbrushing tools. eventually, someone will have to explain to these publishers that we prefer our women not to look like sexy smooth-skinned aliens.