Songs and Shit

murkavenue:

CLUE 1:
     “went to short dogs house,
       they was watching Yo MTV
       RAPS”
Yo MTV RAPS first aired:
               Aug 6th 1988
CLUE 2:
Ice Cubes single “today was a good day” released on:
               Feb 23 1993
CLUE 3:
      ”The Lakers beat the Super 
       Sonics”
Dates between Yo MTV Raps air date AUGUST 6 1988 and the release of the single FEBRUARY 23 1993 where the Lakers beat the Super Sonics:
      Nov 11 1988    114-103
      Nov 30 1988    110-106
      Apr    4 1989    115-97
      Apr  23 1989    121-117
      Jan  17 1990    100-90
      Feb  28 1990    112-107
      Mar  25 1990    116-94
      Apr  17  1990    102-101
      Jan  18  1991    105-96
      Mar  24  1991    113-96
      Apr  21  1991    103-100
      Jan  20  1992    116-110
CLUE 4:
Dates of those Laker wins over SuperSonics where it was a clear day with no Smog:
                Nov 30 1988
                Apr   4  1989
                Jan 18  1991
                Jan 20  1992
CLUE 5:
     “Got a beep from Kim, and
         she can fuck all night”
beepers weren’t adopted by mobile phone companies until the 1990s. Dates left where mobile beepers were availible to public:
                 Jan 18 1991
                 Jan 20 1992
CLUE 6:
Ice Cube starred in the film “Boyz in the hood” that released late Summer of 1991, but was being filmed mid-late 1990 early 1991 and Ice Cube was busy on set filming the movie Jan 18 1991 too busy to be lounging around the streets with no plans. Ladies and Gentlemen..

The ONLY day where:
Yo MTV Raps was on air
It was a clear and smogless day
Beepers were commercially sold
Lakers beat the SuperSonics
and Ice Cube had no events to attend was…
         
          JANUARY 20 1992
      National Good Day Day

-Donovan

(a la Zhané’s “Hey Mr. DJ”)

I suppose a rap verse by Teddy Riley, ghostwritten by Pharrell Williams, would have also been appropriate.

For real though. If SWV can reunite, Wreckx-N-Effect can make a comeback, right?

It didn’t dawn on me until this morning, but I often pass by a bar at which I used to spend many nights. It could be argued that I spent as much time liveblogging my nights of debauchery as I did drinking there. Maybe.

It used to be that Monday nights were meant for The Auld Irisher. Obviously I hadn’t really started to watch football back then, but there were drinks to be had.

I don’t want to look back in anger, but in retrospect, a lot of those memories aren’t so great. The memories of people aren’t all that wonderful. I wasn’t all that great, either. I was young. We were young.

…

One of the memories that stands out was when I felt somewhat inclined to hit on a particular girl. For the purpose of this story, let’s call her Janelle because I’m listening to that new fun. joint. Well, Janelle’s friend, “Mona,” who I’d considered to be a particularly close friend to me, kept on telling Janelle that I shouldn’t be listened to because I’d successfully told a good handful of the Tumblr community to post pictures of people making out or some shit like that.

Tumblr was a much smaller community back then and I had an ego.

I’d gotten mad at Mona because she was essentially cockblocking me by painting me as some lecherous tool. She was partially right, but it was still a dick move.

Mona’s response?

“Oh, you were serious about hitting on Janelle? Come on, Nate. Why would you want to make out with her? Come on, man.”

Who says that about their own friends?

…

Another memory that pops up is having returned to that bar after an extended absence. I really only started coming by for a select few people because I could care less about the crowd. By this time, Mona and I had started to be friends again because I was giving up the ghost.

I was a little different by this time. I was much more selectively social, rather than just begging for attention from everyone else in this group of people that would come to the bar every night. But I’d talk to Mona, and some other friends as well—but I hated the big group out there. I bought Mona a drink because I was proud of a big career decision that she’d recently made.

I’d migrated to the inside of the bar, away from the patio that most of the people in “the group” would hang out. Mona had come in feeling bad about something having to do with that group out there. I started telling her “You know, you don’t have to play their game. You don’t have to play their social game.”

A mutual friend of ours had approached us while I was saying this to Mona, and he’d asked “What are you guys talking about?”

Mona’s response?

“Oh, Nate’s just saying the same things that he’d tell any other girl.”

She just brushed it all off like what I was saying had no meaning.

Who does shit like that?

…

It’d be easy to say that people like Mona were the problem. But it really isn’t. I mean yeah, she was a jerk. Whatever.

The problem was me. I deserved better friendships than that. I deserved to be treated better than that. Hell, most of the people that considered each other to be “friends” deserved to treat each other better than that. Friends don’t write each other off. It’s kinda bullshit really.

…

My last memory of that place was me just getting fed up with the way people acted at the bar. The way they acted toward me. They way that they would exploit each other. They way that they really didn’t know what it meant to be friendly.

The last thing I did at that bar was set my glass of whiskey-soaked, mostly-melted ice cubes down and left in a blaze of middle fingers in the air and telling everyone that they can go fuck themselves.

I left that bar sober, and I haven’t had to look back until this morning.