Whose World is This?

Drifting late and low with Nas in tow...good remix thanks to my ebay searching for QTip's second album. Tip's label had no faith in this record after Clive Davis plucked him from 1999's ether to give him a great solo debut. Tribe was great, but we must move on. This is a great second effort, with a few remixes, such as the gem I've got on repeat. Jazzy, defiant, guitar-filled, and typically uncategorizable, if that's even a word.



My moment with QTip was brief: March 30, 2000. I was in the Sound Studio at 936 Broadway waiting for my then-boyfriend Jeff to join me at Duke's, a southern joint around the corner. And as I sat, Tip (aka Kamaal) passed by. He was like a spirit passing by, I could feel him. I couldn't speak, watching him in a hat, glasses, a long black coat, blue jeans, and a cd walkman in his hand. He was plucking the earphones to talk to someone. I couldn't speak, just a breath escaped. I honestly didn't know what to say. I've been a fan since 1989 due to his brief vocal appearance on De La Soul's Me, Myself & I. What do you say to someone who's kept you alive, smiling, and happy? 'Hello' and 'thank you' just isn't enough. Not to mention how absolutely beautiful this man is. Mark looked like him, now that I think of it. Now he's in Montego Bay running his family's business now. Maybe he'll be able to get back here when Ashcroft steps down. I hope so. We fell apart but it wasn't really us. 9/11 had its own ugliness, including anything that came with immigration.



In other news, I managed to get a decent haircut, and chopped off most of the Jessica Simpson madness that has plagued me since June. I figure the more grows out? The more I'll cut. This is a cute cut, although I freaked during the blow-out. I resembled a psychotic newscaster, but this layering will grow out nicely and keep the thinning spots just right. It's all good.



And the strangeness of Christmas trees already. This year, I'm ready for turkey and stuffing. Trees seem too soon. Let's see how next week goes...work is getting stranger, but hey, I've seen worse. It can only get better.



(I hope.)