Tuesday, August 21, 2007

It is a sad day in the Vick household right about now. I can't even imagine what it must feel like to look a parent, (let alone the media, my boss, my kids, and all that), in the face, and say to them, Mom or Dad, I killed dogs, I gambled on dogs, and I ignored the fact that I was making a comfortable salary using my God-given talent, I just had to slay and make money on dogs. My mother would get down on her knees and concoct the prayer of all prayers..my dad would just say, you really let me down Rashad, then he knock me right out..no questions asked. Until something new happens, I think I will call a moratorium on this story. But for the life of me, I can't understand this man's thinking. Football contracts, out of all the major sports, all the shakiest of all contracts. They aren't guaranteed, and there are so many incentive-laden clauses in there, it would behoove every athlete who signed one, to be on their best behavior. Because unlike other sports, it is extremely rare, that a football signs TWO lucrative contracts in their playing career. That, and that alone, would be my incentive.

This morning's weather was just crying out for slow sex under the covers. The air was on all night, so it was not cool, but cold. It was dark outside, and even though it wasn't raining, the threat alone was enough to add to the sexy scene. I did NOT want to get up at all, but I made it in somehow. I've always fantasized about living in Seattle, when the weather is seemingly always in the high 60s, rainy and dark, but I'd probably turn into more of a sex addict than I already am. Still I could certainly get used to this kind of weather.

And finally, I would like to know what happened to all the male singers who aren't afraid to sing in a baritone. There seem to be three kinds of singers on the radio these days. You have your singers who sound like they have an electronic voice box attached to their throat like a throat cancer patient; you have your "singer" who is basically rapping their lyrics melodically(we have Bone Thugs N Harmony and R Kelly to thank for that) and finally we have the singers who use that nasal, high pitched voice, and that covers about 80% of the singers. There are a few male singers who can sing(Brian McKnight, Johnny Gill, Eric Benet..and that's all I can think of off hand.) For the most part though, there's little originality, and little baritone. Now I'm a straight man, but that doesn't mean I don't want to hear someone sing with a little bass and attitude in his voice. There's gotta be a better way to say that.

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8 comments:

LittleTortilla stays in DC said...

umm you should have posted a song with a baritone! you failed me.....you'll never find...

I can't even follow the Vick story. For once scandal doesn't interest me.

Anonymous said...

"what happened to all the male singers who aren't afraid to sing in a baritone."

-That is a good question!

hadassah444 said...

I think the saddness part about the Vick situation is the fact, he wasnt honest from the beginning. Why do folks have a harm time with admitting their mistakes? After a blow it would be an easier recovery. You know, I could write my own blog just on this alone....

Sha said...

Me, myself...i love a good falsetto ala Shawn Stockman

Wynter said...

yes everybody needs a little Brian in their lifem

Miss Black River said...

When Billy Martin cops a plea things have certainly taken a wrong turn. I just hope Mike saved some of his money cause he's gonna be unemployed for a season or two.

Nichole said...

the only good brian mcknight song is "never felt this way."
(remember when martin had him sing it to gina?)
i enjoy falsetto boys- prince, maxwell, bilal, even justin timberlake occasionally, but those j holliday boys-- bah!

Jo said...

How about Gerald Levert?

You had me cracking up with the Eric Benet picture, too!