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Key BLACK HISTORY: Multi Media PLAYERS I

In Communication, education, Griot, Music, Networking, News, Self Improvement, TV Shows, Video on February 8, 2020 at 1:57 am

Key Black History_Multi Media Players-1.gifI have a feeling this title will be a reoccurring one
because being a Multi Media Player is so much fun. So, let’s start with:

ANGELA BASSETT
She knows only to smash it!
Have you ever seen a show with her in it
and she didn’t win it?

BEYONCE is always about an intentional slay.
Learn the rules, and get in Formation if you want to play!

SHONDA RHIMES is a series network Dime.
Holding audiences captive is her M.O. shine.

QUI is WHO keeps
the Griot beat
and yields sublime rhymes
that chronicle our times.

OPRAH enhances the view inside of our homes
via the many positive morale shows on OWN.

She mastered adolescent success and transcended it to grown.
Kicking it with JADA PINKETT-SMITH is to listen strong.

She’s got a Podcast Show titled RED TABLE TALK.
She is a woman of will and she walks the walk.

Introducing Ms. SYLEENA JOHNSON – to those who don’t already know.
She’s new to me via  TV ONE’s SISTER CIRCLE show.

She is one of four hosts. Please tell me that you’ve seen it?
Once I tuned in, I realized just how much I mean it…

to support them.
Their union of love needs no alteration or hem.

On a recent episode I became a Syleena fan –
when I heard her new joint titled, WOMAN:

These are just a few skill capacity slayers
that I’m proud to list as Multi Media Players.

What about you?
What’s that thing that you do –
that you are into?

It’s because of you that each player get’s any play.
Big THANKS to you and your consumer ways.

Black History wouldn’t be the same without you,
I’m Qui
grateful and humble. This bow is for you.

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NEWS PERUSE

In Communication, Griot, News, Politics, Self Improvement on May 11, 2016 at 5:37 am

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The TALK —

OH my word and oh no!
What’s going on with those Osbourne folk?

I’m not an avid fan of The TALK show
but I do watch it on the occassional to and fro

but yesterday, yo! — I was saddened to hear at the table
that Ozzy and Sharons betrothed union isn’t so stable.

Well, Ozzy isn’t sick, as in health, that’s for damn sure,
but he is in some sort of crisis that calls for a “wait and see” cure.

I’m not so sure if you’ve heard of, but chances are that you have
The rift at the Osbourne home is certainly nothing of which to laugh.

osbournes-split-2016.gifOzzy and Sharon have been married for nearly 34 years
and now a 45-year old make-up artist is being blamed for new jeers.

Well not “blamed for” but “pointed out” – and Monday Mrs. Osbourne was absent from work.
Few things in life are certain, and when consistency breaks – it hurts.

Sharon has breast cancer and is facing the trials of her life —
Ozzy is in a position similar to where John Edwards was with his wife.

My goodness. Is it ‘mid life strife?‘ What is going on during the long haul?
I’m pretty inquisitive because I’ve been on the trail a while, y’all.

I suppose any time two human beings who are different decide to – in matrimony, come together,
we should respect their choices and processes to storm out their relationship weather.

I agree.
So that’s the news. Now let it be.

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I don’t think the same standard will be held or given to the Clinton’s
Trumps dowsing his stump with Bills yesterdays — the presidential UN-mentions.

But Hill’s an old pro and this won’t bother her.
Angela Bassett and Bey will be there to coddle her…

I pray the former first lady is sipping Lemonade and Waiting to Exhale
and gives, in the general election, the hair disturbing Donald Trump hell.

On higher ground in November in the state of Arizona, legalizing MMJ will be on the ballot.
I know a lot of folk verbally oppose but are secretly smoking from a bowl-like chalice.

To them, I say, “Suck a phallus.”
Blame my tactful speech on my being from Dallas.

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IN OTHER NEWS —

It seems that the Trumped up rhetoric outlasted other Republican candidates
and that Donald is mounted on prides rock to head up the Republicans race.

He is their face now and many may not like it.
Politics has always been nasty, Drumpf only spiked it.

My charged task is to “write it” and so I’m doing my part.
I think Trump just wants more popularity and BEING PRESIDENT is not in his heart.

He’s an outstanding business man by failures overcome
but that does not qualify him to run the United States sum.

gwbush-guys.gifG.W. Bush was a business man and we gave him two terms
and while he led a corporate as a civilian – he gave us 2 burns.

He was surrounded by big heads who wanted to be in the seat where he sat.
They had their intentions and he was just an indention – so on his legacy ‘they spat.’

Recent history and conditions note his terms and now President Obama is closing his two.
The country is split on ‘how well he did it.’ Personally, I’m going to hate to bid him adieu.

It’s true. And perhaps a lot has gone wrong during his term but so much has gone right.
Who knew that any type of universal health plan would ever see true daylight?

It isn’t perfect but the platform has a purposeful passion.
Let time and amended law shape the necessaries it into action.

I absolutely believe in us. We can do it! We can do it!
The worst has been conquered – President O pulled us through it!

We now have car insurance and health insurance — because the law said it’s so.
It may not be perfect, but it will still ‘fix you up’ – yo!

Still the Republican party is sick and Trump won’t be bidding anyone adeiu.
Paul Ryan ain’t crying, but he did he say, ‘he’ll step aside of Trump asks him to.’
Oooo.

I’m paraphrasing but in context – I’m pretty dead on.
I may not be a Paul Ryan fan, but his reaction to Trump isn’t wrong.

Ain’t nobody up for being punk’ed especially while being the speaker in charge.
Pray for the elephants in the room. Their issues go hard.

Bernie and Hillary aren’t in a love fest either.
If Bernie’s energy could burn, it would probably feel like Ether.

He so wants to be the nominee. I know –and it isn’t over.
But it’s highly unlikely that he’ll be the nominated sewer.

He’s got bold ideas and I like that a lot.
Though Hillary, [Fmr. Secretary of State] will likely win the spot.

And not because her wardrobe is hot – if I were a better, I’d bet
that most of her campaign outfits were inspired by ol’ Star Trek.

Aw, what the heck! HIllary’s got odd fashion and Trump’s got odd hair.
Politics is starting to look like love and war – but we know ALL is not fair.

And so nothing is new when it comes to this race.
November is fast approaching PREPARE for the polls to see your face.

VOTE!

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About Us —

And so, here we are again, still with life, fam and friends.
Still employed; bringing in ends. Still meditating and avoiding “the sin.”

All of this is very good my friend
and so, you and I, we’ll continue to strive for ‘the win.’

screenplayMe? I’m over here on these scripts. I’m birthing new pages daily.
I’m content to spend my days in creative play, knowing the future will pay me.

Yay WE! We have so much to look forward to.
I’m out here doing me – you’re out here doing you.

If you see me on the street today, shout a , “Yoo-hoo!
and I’ll be quick to return a “Eh baby! What it do?

I wouldn’t mind breaking from writes to chop-it-up with you.
Your energy is likely a friend to me and could influence my creative groove.

Like I say, “Eh baby! What it do?” I’m trying to run into you!
I’m Qui
Absolutely cool about humping WE on this day,  la NEWS PERUSE.

He’s a bad mother…

In Communication, Movies, Networking, News, Politics, Self Improvement, Theater on May 7, 2012 at 10:18 am

LaTanya calls him Sam.

LaTanya calls him Sam.

Samuel L. Jackson is a bad mother — and he will never shut his mouth. The multibillion dollar man takes aim at President Obama and Hollywood, and dares you to say something. Kevin Powell [Ebony Magazine] reports:

“Say, man, my wife said you called her. What’s up with that?”

Samuel L. Jackson barks at me, sternly, his almond-colored deep set eyes weighted with history, mythology and Black folktales, scanning me quickly, methodically, as I respond, feebly, “Uh, my friend, the visual artist Radcliffe Bailey said to call…”

Before I could finish, Jackson strips the tension with a devilish smile, shakes my hand and returns to posing for the photo shoot

As Pandora spits a soul medley of James Brown, Curtis Mayfield, The Isley Brothers and Sly and the Family Stone, there is Sam, forever in his beloved Armani, firing up smoke, flames dancing from the cigar and the match thisclose to burning his finger. There is Sam tossing hats at the photographer’s lens, his bald head bobbing and weaving with each flick. There is Sam, much taller than I expected — about 6-feet-2 — so at home in his 64-year-old lean and battle tested body that he nonchalantly peels off one set of clothes, down to his white boxers, before changing into a new outfit. With no one batting an eye because this is Sam’s world.

Yes, it is mad corny, at this stage, to call Jackson “cool.” He is way past cool. he is chill, like the chilled ice in a sweet tea on that steamy Chattanooga, Tenn., porch where he inhaled the words and wisdom of his mama, his auntie, his grandmama, his granddaddy, his uncles, the men of his ‘hood. So chill, in fact, that even Sam’s being proclaimed by The Guinness World Records the top-grossing movie actor of all time, with nearly $7.5 billion in ticket sales, leads to a yawning response: “Yeah, I’ve done a couple of popular movies.”

An understatement, clearly a box office total that will balloon with his and Robert Downey Jr.’s star in the wake of Marvel Studios-produced The Avengers (which grossed $204 million dollars in its opening weekend). WOW! But Samuel L. is not just in this game for money or fame, although he readily admits, “The coolest thing about being famous is the free shit.”

This is Samuel L. Jackson’s version of the American Dream, remixed to include everything from his current role of Martin Luther King Jr. on Broadway (with Angela Bassett) in Katori Hall’s play The Mountaintop; to his (crack) smoking away his first shot at Broadway in August Wilson’s masterpiece The Piano Lesson (Charles S. Dutton got the part instead and Jackson was relegated to understudy), to his boyhood Saturday morning trips to the movies and roles in the plays of his schoolteacher auntie; to his lifelong love affair with books that lead him, initially, to oceanography, then to the revolutionary politics of the Black Power era, then to street theater and the power of the spoken word.

No doubt Jackson is the kind of man, the kind of Black man, who is relishing all he has witnessed since the days of Dr. King and the Civil Rights Movement. As a student at Atlanta’s famed Moorehouse College, Sam was an usher at Dr. Kings funeral. Today he gets to freely portray King, very human faults and all, in a play at the same time a Black president is sitting in the White House, no less.

If there is one American Actor who embodies the seismic changes in American politics and popular culture in the years between Dr. King’s death and Barack Obama’s election and has also been a full participant along the way in the best and worst of who we have been — and are — it is Samuel L. Jackson.

“Life is,”
he says inside his tiny Mountaintop dressing room during a quieter moment,
“longer than I thought it would be.”

Especially when, in one lifetime, you’ve survived a ghetto filled with alcohol, drugs, violence and houses of prostitution on both corners of your block; Vietnam War and an extended Black militant period with friends name Stokely Carmichael and H. Rap Brown; getting suspended from college for holding the White trustees of Moorehouse College hostage (along with Black advisors including Dr. King’s father) a year after King’s assassination; and a massive addiction to crack cocaine that not only nearly killed you, but also became the source of your role as Gator in Spike Lee’s Jungle Fever, (he remains the only performer ever given a special supporting actor award at the Cannes Film Festival for that portrayal).

Jackson smiles a mischievous grin as he reflects upon Jungle Fever and his sudden fame after years of watching peers such as Denzel Washington, Morgan Freeman, Alfre Woodard and Wesley Snipes achieve success: “People in Hollywood were suddenly like, ‘Hmmm, whoa! Oh, who’s that nigga?'”
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