Tired of the same old Christmas song. Mr. Resolution is here with a mix with all new Christmas songs. Happy Holidays
Category: Travel and review
Brandon Leake: America’s got talent Season 15 winner.
Congratulation to Brandon for winning America’s Got talent. I am proud to know Brandon and his poetic journey.
I met Brandon at Luna’s Cafe in Sacramento in 2016. He definitely has ambition and drive for Spoken word and Poetry. Plus, he is a Stockton native. 209 certified.
We both have been poets in Sacramento Poetry Community for several years. Brandon has performed in United States, New Zealand, and Europe. I performed in several cities in the United States. We both have hosted Poetry Shows and events. Plus, we are members of Sacramento Slam Team.
I have been honored to feature Brandon Leake at Sacramento Poetry Center Monday poetry reading show. I am also proud that he competed and won second place in SPC Quarterly Slam. We have been combatants, comrades, and diplomats of poetry and Spoken word.
The day Brandon told me he was a participant for America’s got talent, I was excited because I knew he could propel spoken word to the masses. Plus, this is a great opportunity for spoken word to come back to the mainstream was wild to me.
I am glad that he was guest on Iambic poetry podcast. We had a long discussion about his poetic journey.
Brandon is a man on a mission and America’s got talent is another step to push his message or poetry. I am honored to know him and to be called one of his friends.
Cheers to Brandon Leake. Check him out at http://www.calledtomove.com
Stacy Gee: Poetic Buddhist’s Iridescent
https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-hf7ge-d04cea
CharRon talk with Stacy Gee about Slam poetry, new Chapbook, Buddhism, & B-style. Her chapbook, Iridescent, is available.
Find her on Instagram: Stacygspeaks
Find Iambic: http://www.iambiczine.blogspot.com
Contracts are lifesavers
I accepted a DJ gig with a local rapper because her last DJ was unavailable. So, we started to inform friends and figure out a rehearsal schedule. But a week later, she informs me that she talked her previous DJ and they agreed to do the gig together instead.
Okay, since I have no contract involved, I was not bound to do the gig. So, I withdrew.
But, in a few days, she has returned and requested me for her gig again because the previous DJ was not working out. I accepted but, I wonder. Should I draft a binding contract for her to sign? She released me once and I don’t fully trust her to not do it again.
So, I drafted a contract with a deposit to make it official. I was cautious not to fall into the same situation this time.
We had an excellent show and I have been the rapper’s DJ for all her show including the latest one in June 2019. But, I still draft a contract and send it to her to sign. So, she has proof and so do I.
Christmas Misfit Mix
I like Christmas but I notice that they play the same songs all the time. These songs have become a commerical money grab for the artist or music label. Singers just sing a list of well known songs and put out a christmas album. Simple. But what about the songwriters that want to make a new song, where do they go? Ah, the misfits that create a new song for the masses that only a few know about because radio does not play them. So, I created a mix that features a few of unnoticed songs from the Christmas Misfits.
Weed music with no reggae aftertaste
So, I was given a challenge that led to a unique journey. My girlfriend’s friend is a judge in Weed expo. He was bewilder on how much reggae was played at the expo. So, could I find weed songs to keep the vibe without the Reggae aftertaste. I believe so. Check out my company: A Serious Production for other mixes and DJ or Podcast service needs
Halloween Mix
I created a Halloween Mix to honor the holiday. Even though, I did not buy or make a costume, buy any candy, decorate my apartment, and go to a party. Bummer.
Check it out my mixcloud page here, and A Serious Production.
Sushi (Day 8)
Let’s have sushi
She shouts with excitement
My mind ponders the notion
Okay, let’s do it
Curiously, she asked;
What do you like?
I am not sure
I don’t eat a lot of it.
Well, let’s try some
Okay. Poof!
dishes appear
Dragon, & Tiger
Each roll decked with
vegetables, rice, meat, peppers, & fruit
rolled up with a seaweed wrap
Eat one, pass; eat one, pass.
design with color and flavor
An artisan masterpieces
We raise our chopsticks
Kanpai
Our Selections; strategic
Power plays; epic
Chess pieces for dinner
A pacific rim commotion
Rook takes queen
send them passed the lips
Storm my mouth castle
Godzilla of flavors rain down on my tastes buds people
Destroy my palette dynasty
Fight my tongue shogun
Drum of tears and sweats
Pour from my pores
My face: a kabuki mask
The demon, shogun, clown, crying baby.
My anime eye envision Geisha
With Wasabi swords slice my senses swiftly
Touch, taste, sight, sound, smell
Separate sequentially.
Kanryo
We set our chopsticks down
She look at me and smile
Says something in Japanese
Grabs my hand and we sprint into the night.
silhouetted shadows surface swiftly
We wisp between stopped cars.
Damn you, gaijin
Gaijin? Shit.
I’m a ninja.
Into the alley, ascending steps.
We stand on Mount Fuji
Apartments
Her presence opens the door
And a fog of Smoke greets us
She giggles and disappears into the fog
I follow.
Dazed and confused
judo thrown onto a bed.
I lay down bewildered
Until the smoke clear
She appears
Naked
in front of the bed
With Wasabi and sake
She said,
Sushi?
Silence at the railway station (day 5)
SILENO EN LA ESTACIÓN DE FERROCARRIL
By Sergio Raimondi
Acostado de lado, con un codo incómodo
apoyado en el cemento y la cabeza
tirada hacia atrás, duerme. Rodillas dobladas,
pies contra el culo, al aire la panza enorme,
boca abierta al cielo, chata nariz.
Esto es obra de dos o tres tetra-brik.
Si fuera de mármol estaría expuesto
en un museo de Roma, Londres o París
como ejemplo de arte helenístico.
Y no le molestarían las moscas.
apoyado en el cemento y la cabeza
tirada hacia atrás, duerme. Rodillas dobladas,
pies contra el culo, al aire la panza enorme,
boca abierta al cielo, chata nariz.
Esto es obra de dos o tres tetra-brik.
Si fuera de mármol estaría expuesto
en un museo de Roma, Londres o París
como ejemplo de arte helenístico.
Y no le molestarían las moscas.
Translated by me:
Lying on his side, with an uncomfortable elbow resting between the cement and his head, he lies on his back asleep. Knees bent, feet against his behind, huge belly to the sky, mouth opened, nose flat.
This is the work of 2 or 3 bottles.
If he were marble, he would he would be displayed in museums in Rome, London and Paris as an example of Hellenistic art. Plus, the flies wouldn’t bother him.
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My Sherman Hemsley story
When I found out that Sherman Hemsley has died last week, it made me pause and reminisce about him. His acting career has spanned most of my life. Even with 3 successive shows and cameos, his acting career was paramount and his celebrity status has kept him relevant in the entertainment industry. His short stature has given people, like comedian Kevin Hart or Martin Lawrence, a positive role model to be inspire by and not let their height be a crutch to their success.
In 1998, I was in the Army and living in Fort Lewis, Washington. My mother and brother came up to visit me from California. We went to Vancouver, British Columbia in Canada. I always liked going to Vancouver and I have enjoyed my experience there. We arrived at our hotel to find out that the boy band, N-Sync, was, also, in town at the hotel across the street with a long line of teenage girl were waiting for them outside.
My brother was tired from the drive so, he stayed in the hotel to relax. My mother and I toured the city and explored several location. We ended up at Virgin records to do some CD shopping. I was searching in the Rap/Hip hop section, when I looked over and noticed a familiar person in the Jazz section.
I wasn’t sure but I followed close as they heading to the cash registers. I grab my mom, paid for my CD, and headed outside. He was only a few feet away from us. I called out to him, “Excuse me, Mister!” He, then, turned around and it was none other than Sherman Hemsley. My mom stood there shock and speechless. I, on the other hand, was too excited that I started to charade my answer with dance and one-liner because I forgot his name. He smiled and asked me to calm down. I was astonished that he was able to walk the streets of Vancouver without being rushed by the public.
He took a picture with my mom and gave his autograph. Then, he shook our hands and departed down the street. My mom and I still talk about that moment. To Sherman, thank you for the Jeffersons and Amen episodes. Plus, being in Vancouver for my mother first Canadian visit. May you rest in peace.
Actor Sherman Hemsley has died.
