Year Of The Gentleman, yes please.

I love radio Hip hop and R and B, a lot, it's pop music on the grand scale at this point and how can you not love that? The answer is pretty easily sometimes, but i am not one of those people, trust you me.
And while many of my friends have given into the pop-tastic awesomeness of current radio hip hop (i mean seriously folks, when that album drops they might as well just turn off the radio and play it over and over and over because that is basically what is on the radio anyways.) They cant seem to get on the R & B train with me. Which, by the way, has silky smooth velvet seats free champagne and the best dressed staff you could ever imagine.
I am not here to wonder why that is though, this blog is about opinions, namely mine.
It all started when the tape player in my car broke, and much like the tape player i was broke so never got around to fixing it. So i started listening to the radio every time i drove. one day i was listening to the oldies station as i was wont to do and the DJ was talking between songs and in his obnoxious as hell DJ voice(radio DJs you will get what is coming to you too, Opinion Style!) said "Can you believe this? The number one song on the R & B charts is Actually called 'Feelin' On Your Booty' Can you believe that?"
Well Mr. Jackass radio DJ Douche bag i could and still do believe that. In fact i karaoke it quite frequently. Is anybody karaokeing any song you wrote? unless you are Greg Kihn the answer is NO.
So i stopped listening to rock radio in my car. Coincidentally this happened at the same time 107.7 THE BONE started playing shit like mudvayne, Creed, Ratt, and pretty much every other garbage offshoot of metal(Opinion) So not really that big of a loss.
BUT i digress. This led me to have a love for top 40 r & b that i never before knew i had. because NPR gets a little boring sometimes quite frankly.(Opinion)
Anyways i love Ne-yo. Not the character played by Keanu Reeves in the wildly successful Matrix trilogy, but the prolific R & B singer/songwriter who was named AFTER the character played by Keanu Reeves in the wildly successful Matrix trilogy.
I mean dude writes his own songs and hellof other peoples songs and they are almost always GOOD if not GREAT. Slick production, great pop sensibilities and the lyrics arent always stupid which is about as good as your'e going to get this day and age. (Opinion) Also the dude knows how to dress! Watch the "Hate that I love you" video (if you want to see Rihanna walking around in her undies) and tell me you don't dig his style.
I know what your'e thinking "Ne-yo is just a broke ass Michael Jackson." first of all don't fucking talk that way to me on my own blog because i made this shit, and B the MOST broke ass Michael Jackson out there is, in fact, Michael Jackson.

Songs that are bad ideas part number 1

Valentines-ish Post!!!
And i am not talking about "bad" songs because that is subjective and furthermore (thats right furthermore) it is BORING. i know i have bad taste just like everyone else. So this (hopefully) running post will have to do with songs that put bad ideas into your brain. i am not talking about now i wanna sniff some glue crap either because the ramones are goddamn boring and while necessary in the grand scheme of things actually NOT very good.(opinion #1)
SO today i was listening to love the one your'e with. The Phyllis Dillon version of course. Not that you would know that, so i figured i would clarify.
"if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with."
THAT IS A HORRIBLE IDEA.
Anyone who knows me knows that i am pretty much "down for whatever" i mean my middle name might as well be "free love" but i know for a fact that if you love someone and then go about "loving" not that person but the one that you are merely with, shit will eventually hit the proverbial fan. the proverb i speak of is the one where david sings to g-d about not letting shit hit the fan of course. Not good advice in my book. i would go so far as to say bad advice.
So before you go basing your lovelife on something a bearded bloated alcoholic fellow wrote in a drug/alcohol/limousine induced haze, think about what the consequences might be.
Next week! R and B!!!!

i am REALLY trying.

i shaved my moustache, ran around the block, listened to Pantera "Vulgar Display of Power", did jumping jacks, jump roped for heart, drop kicked a baby koala (just too cute), and ate some non-spicy food and i still cannot think of a goddamn opinion. i have let you all down, friday and nothing for me to opine upon...fuck.
SO if any of you (and i mean any of you hundreds out there) remember something that i have ranted about or will rant about this weekend help me out by remembering. It takes a village people. God bless.

p.s. if you work for t-mobile stop calling me, i dont get paid until the 15th.

pps take that England, you will DEFINITELY get what is coming to you in this blog someday soon and just wish that you had stayed under that blizzard.