A Few Good Men

Alright, you want the truth? You can't handle the truth! I have been approached by numerous people (Douchbag friends), who have expressed their constructive criticism on my blog. Although no one wants to admit they are avid readers of the Midnight Marauder, they still feel provoked to advise on my commentary. I feel obliged to please the public. I have spoken nothing but the truth throughout my expressions and I promise never to sugar coat anything in the future. My nature is realized only through the truth and every action I have ever processed.
        Thus, this blog is dedicated to you gentlemen. Thank the heavens above you were placed here on earth to grace women everywhere with grief.

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Now, do not get me wrong, I love a great day/afternoon/night out with a fun, smart, gorgeous man. However, such a man is rare in form and on the brink of extinction. Even when this distinctive man is discovered it is not long until either A; a woman becomes completely void of all feelings she once had towards him due to his slow detrimental demise of self respect. Or B; said man decides to treat all woman as equal "sluts" because that is all woman stand for. Either way I suppose relationships in general are doomed due to the lack of chivalry and respect amongst our generation.

 All I want to ask is why do "men" walk and talk with this undeserving sense of achievement? It use to be you little pricks would piss in your pants at the thought of approaching a beautiful woman. Forthwith, every ugly, ill mannered, ill dressed, broke ass mothaf*ck#r thinks he can "holla" at a beautiful girl just because they are in the same vicinity. Both sexes are to blame. Women have given up hope and succumb to this  kind of behaviour as their only option.

If you know me at all you know I have very little room to judge based on my very liberal beliefs. I am merely constructing observation. You asked for it, and I thank you ;)

Tropicana Field - Longest Game Ever!

My sisters and I decided to take a trip down to Tropicana Field to see the Rays. (Remember, the Devil was taken out of them a long time ago.) What was supposed to be a good game against the Boston Red Sux turned into the longest game in Rays history. Sixteen innings later, this is what we remember from the game. First off, no one could get the damn ball about 5 inches further to get a home run! Sean Rodriguez hit a pop foul to shatter a light bulb, causing glass to fall onto the field, and the crowd. Joe Maddon got ejected, not so weird, but so did coach Dave Martinez. A chubby Boston fan decided to run across the field close to what should have been the end of the game. That was extra weird because he was a black guy; black guys don't get WASTED and do shit like that. After the game seemed like it would never end, Boston players started rally capping. Some of the Rays players sent for coffee. In the end the Rays lost 1-0. For my entourage and I, we now had to make the 40 minute trip back to New Tampa! Not only has the Trop been losing games for us, it has also become discouraging for a growing community such as New Tampa to travel that far. Either way the experience made me wonder; when the hell are we going to change the Trop!

Moment of Truth

This will be short but oh so sweet. Today I remember one of the greats. We lost Guru last year, but what is left behind will never be forgotten. A true mastermind in the Rap community, Guru would have been celebrating his 50th birthday today. His lyrics, rhymes, and collaborations were some of the most brilliant testaments to the truth. Life is not easy, but the music industry is even worse. Guru never changed his style, just progressed. Please listen, and learn.

Dumb It Down

When every popular song released today is backed by a house or dance beat, it is so refreshing to hear brilliance through lyric and song. Lupe Fiasco is the truth. Smoothly he transitions into our homes, cars, and clubs without selling out. Every lyric is theoretically placed to please the senses while at the same time making listeners stop and think. Although Lupe has already been awarded a Grammy, I believe it is the first of many he will achieve in his career. He is unrelenting in his ability to create great music while proving to the hip hop world you don't have to rap about cars and bitches in order to make it big. If Lupe Fiasco continues to make music, I can still give credit to the rap and hip hop community.

All The Crazy Shit I Did Tonight. Those Will Be The Best Memories....

As I sit at home thinking about how much fun I had dancing at The Castle in YBOR the other night, I begin to think about the elements. A large venue is a necessity because no one likes to be crammed into a tight space with sweaty people pouring their drinks all over you. The DJ must be knowledgeable with just the right range of music; jumping all over the place creates a mood change that is not always enjoyable. The dancefloor should be most comprimising, not discouraging. Everyone should feel at home on the dance floor. Drinking too much can ruin your dance experience (no one likes a sloppy dancer). That being said, a little flirty behaviour never hurt anybody while dancing to the devils music. Great friends and good music usually entitle a good time, along with the random experience to take you out of the everyday grind. Opening yourself up to nothing more than a good time is what life is all about and I never want to stop doing crazy shit because "Those will be the best memories..."

When It Rains It Pours

It feels like Seattle every where I look outside. The rain refuses to stop and I become nostalgic in my thoughts, depressed even. The only thing missing is good grudge music. Where are the bands with doomed lead singers who sing their hearts out instead of crying over girls? Raw talent forced into the industry because there was no denying, "this band's got it." I do not want to turn my radio on during a rainy day and hear Fall Out Boy or Plain White T's, (Hey There Delilah.) Will Kings of Leon be the next Beatles? Or can you only be one of the great one's if your lead singer falls to his or her own tragic demise?

In the Beginning...

I have travelled far and wide and have discovered there was, and always will be, music. It is in our human nature to bang the drum. It is my duty to express knowledge, opinion, fact, and pleasure of Hip Hop, music in general, & entertainment. The entertainment world is ever growing and I intend to be ontop of it and feed my knowlede to the world wide web.

Getting away from the logisitics....Lets get ready to"Shimmy Shimmy Ya"

Check this ish out, come back and tell me what you think!
Yound Dirty Bastard....ya'll won't believe it!