* Watch “A.D. Carson: “Dissertation [Part 1: The Introduction]”
I can remember being on the NE Heartbreak tour….singing with the opening act Al-B-Sure! We usually left the venue before the headliner hit the stage cause not only was the hotel not close to the venue but, the bus taking us back to our hotel left right after we performed.
On one occasion the hotel was walking distance from the venue I stayed to watch not only Bobby but NE. Bobby was so electric…commanding the stage and whipping the crowd into a frenzy. He was Dynamic. But when New Edition hit the stage………I saw something that caused my jaw to drop. These boys or men were so polished and clean in their delivery I could barely move or tear my eyes away. Brook had them so Polished and suave. When “Can You Stand the Rain” come on. A set of 4 mics came descending from the rafters right into their designated spots of each member as soon as it hit the marks they hit their moves as soon as the first note fell. The lighting designers were so magical as they set the dreamy mood. With sparkling LED lights everywhere. It was set in midnight blue. I could watch that show every night and not get bored. Even the musicians were so on point.
I was saddened to know that Ralph had a separate tour bus from the other members and no longer spoke once off stage and that Bobby and the others also were at odds. Security kept them well away from each other. I remember being threatened with being fired from my gig if I rode on any of their buses (I wanted to get to my home town faster to see my parents and our bus was leaving so late that we would have gotten there way into the night where Bobbys bus was arriving by early am) It was for the best looking in hindsight… that bus was probably out of control. Our group always had a very family vibe. I love the crew who worked with us they always looked out for us girls and Partly in fact that the guys in our band let it be known that The singers were all to be treated with respect or face the wrath of our musicians who tolerated no nonsense or disrespect from any of them towards us we were like family..sisters to them. (thank you Kaleb, Spanador) It was a magical experience for me. I learned a lot and I came away with great memories.
***—>> To Read Part 2 of:
“New Edition” Memories by Zhana Roiya
* Download Link *
Me and my Pops
Chess is a thinking man’s game. Not to be taking lightly at all. There are accounts on record of a single game being played over a 24 hour period. One player took 16 hours to make one move.
My pops always taught me to be a thinker. We’ve played this very game since I was at least 3 years old. Not quite understanding all of it at the time, as I grew older, the whippings began after I learned the rules.
The cross-training this game offers, if applied in life, is the mastery of the “rules of engagement.”
“Always have backup in place before you make a move.”
Many of you may have heard people say that in chess you have to think about three or four moves ahead of your opposition, and many of the greats will say it has to be even more moves, in order to counter the attack from your opponent.
Now in the real world we will encounter pit falls if we are not expecting them. This is what it means to be truly prepared, to expect the attack and have backup in place to replace quickly what was lost.
Lessons passed down through years and years, countless hours and hours, around kitchen tables mastering this game. The Game of Life, chess is only the vehicle.
They say a picture is worth 1000 words, I just shared a few.
W. B. Ward
Pops, Me & My Sis bout to go catch some fishes out dem dare ponds in da country.
When we comes back, we cleans em real good. Cut da fish headz off & guts em. You know. Throws da fish headz to da catz. Once we gets em cleaned up, we takes da fishes in da house. By den, daddy be done had dat grease real hot. And he gots dem grits cooking with cheese in it. Mustard & ketchup ready. You talkin bout some good eating. Man, you got to take ya shoes off & wiggle ya toes while you eat dat kinda Deep South Cooking.
Peep this…at night when it was hard seeing the fishing rod duck down when fish bit the bait–my father had a master plan for that. You know baby shoe bells. He used them. Tied them to the tip of the fishing rods, where the hole is, where the line go through. He tied the bell on the rod tip wt bread wrappers. We might be down a railroad track, checking lines tied to the tracks, trees, etc. Just lines & hooks wt bait. But we had other rods out too. When a fish hit them, the bells went off.
Sometimes, the fish bit the bait one after another or at the same time. It sounded like Christmas bells going off. DADDY WOULD SAY…”that’s what I’m talking bout….get ready lil fish, y’all getting fried up tonight….yes Sir Son, that’s what I’m talking bout.”