Sunday, December 30, 2012

Over Like a Fat Rat

I have been sitting on this gem of a story for a couple weeks now, so let's go head and tell it.
So. Are we up to speed on this whole notion that I should be driving a blue truck?
Well anyway. Yes. I gotta thing for lil blue trucks. LUV style, you know. I want one.
No reason to own a truck. which I guess is why I just want a little one.

Next is how I have developed the habit of snapping pics of cars I dig. Posting them up on the internet here or there. And so launching into the story here. This past year, I have been noting the trend of flat paint colors on cars all over town. So when I saw this lil blue truck done up in flat blue, I had a wtf moment, had to pull over and snap a pic. Cuz we all know how I feel about Electric Blue.
Pardon the saturation here, the photo was taken at about 3 in the morning with a cell phone.
Basically, it was dark as shit so I saturated the crap out of it in Photoshop for you to bring out the lines and color of the car. Um. Yum. I'd be lookin cute in this, no?
 If you have ever taken a gorilla photo of a car, you know that to get a good angle on the vehicle in the shot, I was pretty much standing in the middle of the street. So yeah, standing in the street a little bent over to taking these photos. Naturally, a dude pulls up and starts talking to me.
I tell him I like taking pictures of cars and so somehow this inspires him to begin courting me.
Right then and there. 3am. Now, if he hadn't said the words, "after hours reggae club," I would have been on my merry way. But he said the magic words, so I hopped in my car and followed him up the street to this club.

Which I had thought for years was a contracting supply place. Turns out after hours club? Brilliant. Cuz you had me fooled. So here we go. All along the way he is tryna impress me with this or that thing about himself. Reasons why I should be his girl, I suppose. Cuz I'm either a gold digga or lookin for a new pimp, right?
But hey, he got me in da Club. Got me a drink and then started buying rounds for some ladies at the bar.  I been hanging with shady types for enough years to know when to turn a blind eye to whatever he's up to. Got my own ride, etc. and live 5 min away, so I'm doing my own thing.

And let me tell you, luck was on my side, cuz as a result of my disheveledness of standing in the middle of the street taking a pic of a lil blue truck, I ended up in da Club standing right next to none other than.....my Top Crush! Yeah that's right.  There. He. Was. And I was perfectly nice from a couple shots of Bulleit and couple beers before I got there. Great night. Great night.

Turns out, letting yourself get picked up in the street and taken to the club at 3am does have its advantages. My crush and I were vibin it up in the spot. Being nice to each other as can be, but of course the situation got disheveled. Slim Shady (my date) comes up suddenly and tells me to grab my coat, cuz someone's got a piece and we gotta leave. I'm looking around at how happy everyone is, but ok. So we bounce. Before me n my crush get to exchange digits.

Once we get outside, Mr. Important is right back to selling me the Brooklyn bridge talking bout how he vacations in Brazil and how he got to go check on his new trap if we aint gonna hang so I should hurry up and stop gaming on him cuz he aint got time for that. so I hop in my ride and peace out.
Cuz what? Was he thinkin he was about to get over like a fat rat? Buy my ticket, my drinks.
But if you being bossy and trumpin too hard, is when imma remind you, I'm not a hooker, I just play one on tv. Smoochez.



Wednesday, December 26, 2012

like I always say Ball Playaz Only

It's true that lately, I have let an eye wander onto not ball playaz only, but but but, good news kiddies.
You will be happy to know that the most direct route to my lusty center is still a good old fashioned NBA team player.
This desire to be confused as love at some point I'm sure and then proven to be only infatuation was rekindled yesterday, Christmas day. Because you see, when you reach a certain age, and Santa don't be leaving you no presents, and you aint got no boo leaving you no presents n stuff neither. And those gifts you have to buy be costing a little too much, whew, the Christmas Cheer is only left hiding itself in liquor bottles and jelly jars.
Until, bout halfway through the Heat vs. Thunder game last night. when I realized......
Best thing about Christmas?
......................BASKETBALL...............................ALL...........................DAY.......................!!!!!!
Fuck yeah! New Christmas day uniforms to check out and Ball Playas in fine form. All Day.
The specialness of it all hit me right after seeing how Mr. Poetry in Motion himself, Kevin Durant, who had gotten his face slapped in shots by LeBron in the first half, came back to match his training buddy on shots in the second half. And that's when it hit me. This is fucking great! More rum please! Those electric blue uniforms jumping right off the screen. Great game, but my girl said the Heat was gonna win, and they did. Fun to watch. Fun to watch.
So.
 Let's run down highlights of DPQ's mind while watching this fine sport all day.
The theme for uniforms this year was, "One Color" and folks, I got to say that by the end of the day, 
I had to figure out other ways to know a playa because these puppies were hard to read from the back. that sounds dirty somehow, but oh well. From the front here, the jersey looks pretty normal. From the back tho, you could barely see the name or #. DPQ with the sports and fashion 1, 2! 
bold colors. hard to read.
And so although the Celtics had a nice Christmas green on and a better record, what I have to say about this photo is....A New York team in all black? Ha! Of course! Love it!
Ok so, next one.
Few comments on this one. 1. Smith looking good. 2. Can't fuck wit Kobe. You can try an hate on him all you want, but you can't fuck wit his stats. 3. Meta World Peace. It's still sounds funny every time you hear it. and 4. with a lil disheveledness for good measure....oh is that where Howard ended up? Nice one D.
 by this point we are So nice and watching this so nice game. saying things like, "It's really hard not to route for both teams." Being from Philly we like the underdog vibe from the Thunder.
then we're like, Durant and LeBron train together? followed by sappy tender girlie thoughts like "they Inspire each other!" it's just like what Magic did for Bird and vv. (well sorta)
To.
Wade lookin good, Durant a cutie, Ibaka looks good too.
To.....I can't decide. they're all so sexy!
Electric blue is my favorite color!
In the beginning of this game, I was thinking, I just got through watching LAkers Nicks, and Thunder Heat how come I am seeing these big shots now. Harden was on fire out the gate. Loved watching him spreading his wings here. Movin like a Rocket.Good move. Rockin the Philly beard and all.
But then it was like damn, Bulls first time ever losing on Christmas Day. Really? 1st time ever?
Have I been drinking syrup? 1st time ever? And why are the shots just looking so damn big?

But then my girl's ex ruined her Christmas by stealing her car just so she'd take his phone call and I lost my cheerleader pal cuz she went to sleep. No one to share this amazing 23 point comeback by the Bulls. What a show!
But then no, they lost.
And then finally, the moment I was waiting for. My little Clippers to show me what a 14 game winning streak looks like, as I fell asleep to the words, "Chris Paul with the assist....."
Hot damn if Chris Paul was my life coach, I'd be one successful bitch. But yo, those Allstate commercials. Kinda as bad as Geico commercials.
Merry Fucken Christmas! thank god for basketball.



Monday, December 10, 2012

Wheat Pastie

Been a while since I spotted a cool wheat paste. Check this out.

You Want a Proper Fit?

Bgal here. Comin to ya a little late with this one, cuz it's Tony's birthday and if by the off chance, he still cyber stalks me, he woulda peaked at this here blog by now today, cuz he's in the office by 5am.
Thas right boo, I still remember your schedule.
Anyhow DPQ obviously showing herself as a little disheveled.
Because why even mention or dedicate a post to a long lost Love like this.
But let's go!
So, it's December 10th, Tony's birthday.
Tony, of course being an alias, because names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Me of course, not being innocent.
And well, you see the thing about Tony, and why I keep holding on is, man.
I loved him like no other before.
And although most gents I end up chillin with are Scorpios, them dudes are good for a heartbreak. Tony on the other hand, was a Sagittarius.
Turns out that my Venus is in Sagittarius.
No doubt, this is why I loved him to death and could not resist, I am sure.
Cuz while last month I was lonely and sad when the sun was in Scorpio,
right when it moved into Sag, things started poppin.
We havin lots of fun these days, sex and money style.
And so, the only track I could think of for this post was this one right here.
Takin us back to where it all began.
Happy Birthday Old Man, I am quite sure you still fyne as hell.
And if you were wondering what I am wearing as I write this Tony, the answer is: nothing.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Snoop Doggy Lion

Hiya.
Pullin out my prom hair for the unwind,
I realize I haven't truly weighed in on what is going on with Snoop these days.
And the thing is, I find it significant.
Some real 2012  Ish.
When Snoop first broke out, he was so Fresh, he was instantly famous.
Straight outta Compton and into the spotlight, he is this Gangsta.
a Banger.
Out front, steady in his position.
 Follow me now.
See, it was really hitting me, the significance, while I was watching a first set from
the Damian Marley Nas tour from 2011 on You-tube last night.
Cuz that Collabo in itself is so Epic.
the Main voices of Reggae and Hip-Hop for my generation.
and the music is Amazing.
But yeah, watching the Nas Damian Marley concert was making me think of what Snoop is going through these days.
the gansgta evolving into the Rasta after having this Homecoming experience  in Jamaica.
I wish I had the link of the article I read about Snoops visit to Jamaica that I'm talking about.
On Snoop's travels to Jamaica he was welcome Home and this experience influenced him to change his name to Snoop Lion and he doing reggae music now.
Here's the latest.

I really get behind this transformation. It's still gangsta, but reggae gives a spiritual side.
"Born a rebel, then I became a Man."
Gangsta grows up and become Rasta.
Dig it.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Imma Cut Your Head Off

Hey y'all. So you know how I like to talk about international hip-hop/the influence hip-hop has on other cultures and countries of the world, right?
Well a friend of mine posted this article on FB and I had to share, cuz it's badass.
Daily News Article
The article is about the first female hip-hop artist to come out of Afghanistan.
Let's hear it for Sosan Firooz! Cuz she's a badass bitch.
Basically, women are so suppressed over there that the Taliban has told Sosan's family that if she performs on tv again (or in public in front of men) that they will chop her head off.
And still she persists. Reppin for her people and telling her story.
Peep the vid.
I saw some haterz in the comments on you-tube tryna dis the song. Obviously missing the point which is how dope it is to see hip-hop's influence reaching all the way to females in Afghanistan. As a medium of expression. As a voice of the people. Plus, she got a b-girl stance and everything. Props Sosan! Get it! them haters don't get it. Your attitude is what makes you the real hip-hop.

Sex & Money

So I am sure that I will probably write more on the subject, and so let's get into it right now.
Basically, I have already thought of my New Year's resolutions.
And for 2013, my New Year's resolutions are: Sex & Money.
I plan to have much more of both of these in the New Year.
You see, in the past, I have been a cautious girl. Picking and choosing situations carefully in work and love, so that I could be genuine in my movements through and through.
Recently, I have realized that this is part of the reason why I end up in these disheveled situations all the time.
Drinking too much cuz there's no one to go home with. Partying too much, cuz my job is boring.
Fuck all that. I been missing out. It's about to get slutty up in here and the money flowing.
Eased my way in this past weekend. Let myself get picked up at a bar.
Got to test out a bunch of the variables in the new formula all in one night. Bought my drinks with tip money. And did a one nighter with an out of towner. Perfect on so many levels.
While he was sleep, I discovered this video right here.
 Syron taking me back to the 90's with this one.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

In the Cut

Yeah, so while writing the blog entry about how Riley was my favorite song off the Blue Dream n Lean mixtape was when I thought of the notion to tell you my favorite song off the latest mixtape I been playin out.
And as you all know, I just discovered Honey Cocaine last week. All disheveled like and months after the fact of her droppin that track Heissman wit Tyga.
well, after some good listening time, I have decided that this old girl who may have been Tony's Old Girl, aka Me, gives a thumbs up to Honey C's mixtape. Not challenging me intellectually so much,
but I wouldn't f*ck with her neither. Good head on her shoulders. Nice beats.
I really relate to her on this track, which happens to be my favorite off the mixtape.
And real life the other night, my best girl's Ex had us in this car chase. my girl got up in the cut, in two turns, and lost that baggage real quick, so this one is def for her.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Tastee Cakes

Yo. Major Breakthrough!
Know how i been amblin about my almost obsession wit white guy rappers? Well it hit me today,.
Yo, my new almost obsession could be wit white girl rappers!
Got a lot say on this subject. Well not much.
You see, this disheveled prom queen right here been straddling the gap of female rappers long time. On the light skindid side of black.
So guess who was next to me. whole lotta cool white girls.
When i saw this Little Debbie is when it hit me.
that this shit is starting to get interesting.
Uncompromising in femininity or brains.
More than just a one off in Creayshawn, we got a trend going now. Fun times.
Party times.
Money time long.White girl rappers.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

All Riley

Prom Queen who is disheveled here.
Listening to my Juicy J mixtape again today cuz I aint cop the album yet.
Sing along to it at the club jus fine doe.
My dialect flarin out hood from listenin to my boo wit a lil Honey Cocaine in the mix.

Point being, no reason.
Just wanting to proclaim that my favorite song off the Blue Dream & Lean mixtape is Riley.
I just love it. might be a pistol, but I aint packin. but still. I love it.
Pat Riley is a boss And I love me some Lex Luger. COme eer boo.

Monday, November 19, 2012

HoneyC

Bout to come out Disheveled as usual cuz I just heard of and listened to this chick yesterday.
Peep the updo!

Coming out off Tyga's label. Her debut single dropped Sept. 29th. Peep da link: HoneyC Article

Im looking at her thinking she too fly to be American.
And sure nuff, since reading the definition of Honey Cocaine in the Urban Dictionary,
it's lookin like she's born in Toronto.
Loving every single word of this track right here. Go head Honey, do yo thang.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Happy Anniversary

So in all my disheveledness as of late, I completely forgot to observe and celebrate the one year anniversary of this blog. Yes, it has been over a year since I launched this stream of cyberbabble into the interweb of russian spammers and random stat web-site search engines.
At least as far as I can tell, that is my audience.
Let us not forget the porn sites that somehow link through this blog.
I am almost flattered that porn sites think this blog is a good thruway for them.
But it's probably only because I say Fuck as much as I do please on here.
So in honor of my 1 year and 1 month anniversary I do declare.............?

Fuck em all!!!!!
All y'all Kenny and Kelly muthafuckaz!
It is my friend zone homiez keepin me off the ledge.
They be holdin my hair back when I puke.
Takin me home and puttin the covers over me when I am too spun and screaming,
"I don't wanna be a lesbian, please fuck me!"
Ok, so that didn't happen, but it might.
No, no, no. All I am sayin is that November is this insanely nostalgic time for me.
Damn near drank myself to death because of it last year. Utterly disheveled.
A good example being when I drank all that rum and e-mailed that guy saying some shit about riding horses in the dessert and then threw up on my computer. Cuz I'm a Queen, mind you.
This year, barely crushin on anyone and a little bit reaching for faded memories of Tony and his sexy fucking voice. Old friends from long ago holdin me down by blowing up my facebook with tunes reflective of people who know me well. And what a Honey B has got for all a y'all alike, is this tune, right here.
Happy Anniversary to all my homie lover friends. And readers alike. Still Disheveled bitchezzzz!

It's Ironic

So we know how every once in a while I google the term "Disheveled Prom Queen" to see how the other Queens are doing. And was lucky enough to find this gem. peep the link to see disheveled prom queen being used in the proper context.: http://tsemei.tumblr.com/page/2
This is a picture of actress Kaitlin Olson pulling off the DPQ look to a T. 80's style.
so where the Irony comes in is that apparently she is on the show It's Always Sunny in Phildelphia. Philadelphia of course being the birthplace of this blog right here. Not surprised and almost proud.
Cuz there are a lot of Disheveled Prom Queen type bitches around here steelin my man childs from me left and right. I like their hair and their shoes, but not the way they steal my tricks.
So on a slow week, I'm drinking PBR right along side them trying not to slap a ho..
See now in Philly, we have these specials called "City Wide" which is actually a PBR & a shot for around 4 young bucks, I mean 4 buck$.
On an empty stomach, you too can get your disheveled prom queen on for the low low price of around $12 bucks, maybe $20 if your tolerance is up.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Not a good Look

Dish Fairy here. utterly disheveled after a spell of strangely normal.
here i am. gently returned to a disheveled. state.
something about finding out that your slowly waning crush and your baby daddy have pow wowed together in the sleazeball activities you told yourself they didn't
and even shared the same chick at one point and also well.....YOU!
(something called eskimo brothers, i think it is)
is enough to put a girl in the wrong sort of mood.
No more nursing that crush on it's way out.
Like a steam locomotive, rolling down the track, he's gone and nothin's gonna bring him back.
He's gone

Perfect time to get stink eyed in the style realm since it's been a while since I did a fashion post.
So here goes:
Women's Pant Suits
UGLY, UGLY, UGLY!

Even on a thin Model Chick
Still completely unflattering and the quickest way to look like a man.

I have a funny look on my face because I am suppressing my lady parts.

Now this is a nice suit. What is this, Halston? But still only working in an androgenous way.

Skirt Please!


Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Still Hustlin

And so to prove to y'all that I really am off that ole campaign trail, Imma break into a story I been itchin to tell.
And so, I was at work a couple weeks back. I whore myself out to catering companies for a nice hourly and a scantily clad schedule so that I have plenty of time to perfect my Amy Winehouse impression.This one day I get to the spot. We're up on the 44th floor of Philly's tallest skyscraper. The view is swank. The boss lady throws us in this pantry closet and tells us to fold napkins indefinitely.
So we're in there, doin that and then this young bull pops out the dishroom suddenly and walks up to the guy next to me with his wrist out, and he's like, "I got this real nice designer watch for sale."
And my guy is just lookin at him.
And in my disheveled-ness I say quite out loud, "Did that really just happen?"
and we chuckle and get back to our napkin folding. Talkin about stuff people try to sell you in the street. Shit, last week, I saw this crack head walking around with a broom and a dustpan shouting out, "Five Dollars Each!"
yet I digress.....so the night goes on. We serve up a bunch of corporate board members and I try not to feel like a servant. then i'm back in the dishroom for clean up with the young bull, putting some sodas away and he turns to me and says, "do you need a tazer? I got tazers; pink ones for the ladies. Oh no wait, the pink ones are on back order...."
So I turn to him and say, "damn dude, how many kids you got?"
he's like. "Just one."
But still!!!! Thing is you might think i'm hatin, but I was truly impressed. this dude is focused. And stays on his hustle.


Monday, November 5, 2012

Displaced Peoples

Oh shit will looks like I'm pullin in another candidate for Respresenting Hip-hop in the woods to the Fullest, for the female. Carolina Chocolate Drops latest has slipped into the contender slot.
Rihannon making me feel like I belong somewhere or to something.
Just about the opposite of disheveled and still so disheveled.
Cuz do places like this exist?
Take me please
It's been too long.


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Evolution of Hip-Hop # what

See here is when I am proud to present some new shit.
Some different shit, that you probly never heard of.
 And it is on the subject of hip-hop in the context of the evolution of hip-hop as seen through representations of hip-hop in other countries.
Just about the opposite of the gritty variety of hip-hop I generally listen to get me through my disheveled existance.
Because I am not over here trying to win an argument on the definition of "Real hip-hop," I am choosing to observe hip-hop's influence on other countries and to show and prove that hip-hop is an effective medium of communication between different cultures of the world.
And hey, as far as hip-hop in the woods, She qualifies.


 In fact she be killin it softly at any cypha in the woods.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Can't Find No Heaven

So in case you were wondering...DPQ is still as disheveled as ever.
Like on the deep tip. Cuz I haven't been sloppy drunk since....Thursday. ok not that long ago.
But no, on a deep tip, in my heart, I have been really asking myself, what do you love?
We know I haven't loved a man except once in my life and the only thing left from that feeling is the sorrow that's left when the letters stop coming. So, we know I don't love no man.
Aside from my child, like, what do I love? Even in music, which I know I love.
I know I said I loved Juicy's mixtape, but I mean on a deeper level.....LOVE.
Then I heard this last night. And I really Love Skip James' voice.
Love Love Love Love
thing is, I think it is also the way this version is mastered. Cuz I did me a little evening with Skip James last night and turns out, I love love love this particular recording.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Trippy Mane

Remember how I was sayin that I was keepin my eyes open for a Tony sighting since I get all nostalgic in Fall? And then in walked Tony's brother?
Well now the universe is just going too far. Last night I was working and in walks a Tony look alike.
He was setting up the lighting for a big ole party with a live Jazz band.. So you know, lots of hard work and heavy lifting with a little bit of creativity mixed in...I was definitely trippin.
Couldn't keep my eyes off him.  Cuz you know he was built country strong.
Definitely could've had me in the truck between set up and strike.
Schlomo knows how I was feelin. Click the link

F***U

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

2 Things Nice

Ok so, ur girl B been on a tear. Shocked?
Saw a show last week and after a couple beers and a couple young buck rappers with little substance, I had come to the conclusion that I challenge an MC to say some decent shit about women in a song without coming off corny like Drake.
Not to say that I would even want it to be a love song per se, but mention women in a non beating of the pussy and then leaving her like a groupie, but more like bitch in a good way, type of way.
But then I realized my issue is more with the lack of females in the industry bringing some balance to the game. Cuz best believe if there was a chick rapper fuckin em and leaving em to match every dude I heard saying it, well then hey, I'd just be screaming for originality and fresh topics.
And Although, although, although, this falls in the love song category, this one right here is kind of winning it for me. I might could. Cuz I only need to you to say two things nice before you punch me in the ice. Grrr.

F U

So we know I stay disheveled which is why I only found out today about this RZA Kung Fu Movie.
Produced by Quentin Tarantino?
Starring Lucy Liu, Russel Crowe, & the RZA!
Directed by the RZA? Soundtrack by the RZA?
You can't spell Kung Fu without F and U?
Completely disheveled!!!
It could be too much RZA. Or really, if anything, the ultimate RZA. I'm really too hype.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Covered Up with Garden Dirt

It has already been too long since my posting on Hip-Hop in the Woods to have this connection be obvious, but I'm about to lay my opinion on y'alls anyway.
See thing is I've been on a disheveled gripe lately (lately?) about the female presence or lack there of or representation of (6 million ways to die, choose one) in Hip-Hop.

Way too few and far between are the female MC's who succeed in portraying themselves as empowered without coming off dyke-ey (no offense to my women loving mama's) or dumbing themselves down to be accepted as non-threatening among a male dominated genre that will shut a smart talking female down in a heartbeat even if he can't find the one with a fucking metronome.
And thus, with such a shortage of MC's, the female presence in Hip-Hop also extends into vocalists and so creating the category "Hip-Hop Vocalist."
A title Pioneered by none other than the Queen, Mary J Blidge her damn self.
Cuz she surely did't have the time to knock the hustle forreal. And neither do I.

So I don't hate Nicki. I just hate to see a smart woman have to dumb herself down for a dollar.
For a top spot on the charts, I'll thrown in a dick suck too, shit.
All crassness aside, I am going to take the liberty to expand the definition and parameters of the Hip-Hop vocalist as to say, definition: female going in over digitized beat.

And let me quickly give the crown  of Hip-Hop in the Woods 2012 female vocalist to Scout Larue for her vocal on Nicholas Jaar's track Just One Glance, before the hip-hop purists come for me and say this isn't hip-hop. Cuz my only response is, yeah well if this song were to pop off in the woods,
a disheveled prom queen would be right there calling it hip-hop in the woods. Right before some MC tried to start rapping over her and some shit. And I could also see her vocal getting remixed on a hip-hop project like kinda like Wiz Kahlifa did with that McKenzie Eddie shit, so there.

But let me tell you, that sweet country female vocal on Brooker Wood's "No Tresspassing" is a close second. Not sure what I'm talking about? Read the blog. Follow the links, follow the drip, follow the drip...

Higher and Higher

Allow me to elaborate on a Disheveled Prom Queen's level of crazy.
For Tony's birthday, even for years after I had seen him last, I would send him a mixtape laced with a secret recording of mine that only he would hear. Last year it took a whole bottle of the Kracken, a two day hangover and a damaged laptop to break that haunting pattern.
And although I surely will not need to take such disheveled measures this year, if I were to hook him up with a sexy mix to make him feel like he's still got it, it would surely have this track, right here on it. Cuz no one can put the bass in his face like I can.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Tony's Brother

Did I swear off of talkin about Tony anymore?
We shoulda known that would last about as long as I can stay sober....
And so, a couple days ago, I was a server at this big fancy $1000 a plate event.
5 courses, wine pairings and all. Swankness abounding.
I spot a dude there, and I'm thinking, there goes Tony's brother.
See, it's real hard for me to fight off the old sentiments for Tony in fall, so my eyes are open for a sighting. So then, here comes his brother. Swear this was his brother. Swear.
Although I had never met him.
So of course, I'm sneaking glances.
He's with one of the hottest chicks in the room. A total babe. Not surprised. And up in this formal event with his girl all dressed, dude is not even wearing a suit. He's sporting a roughneck baggy jeans and timbs look, and getting away with it.
And much in a Tony style, when I bring him his meal, he sneaks a lil flirt in right in front of his girl. And I'm thinking, that is a Tony maneuver indeed.
But sure, I'll soak it up, cuz like I said, I was jonesin'.
And then at the afterparty, when I see his girl dancing with this girl, all in a girls who dance with girls style, I think to myself, wow, this muthafucka just gets more Tony by the minute!
Love you boo. Happy Fall!
Now let's sprinkle this story with a little New God flow. Guess who I think kills it best?



Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Sweet Sugar Pie

And just like a Prom Queen, who's used to having everything handed to her, might I add in such a fashion as I so ever please....

Ayo Producer!
If you can't make me sound like Joyce Sims,
how bout you do me a remake of this old tune right here.
Cuz I gots to put my child through college somehow.
You know you have all this extra time to be givin me what I want.
Just like that. And I ain't even gonna pay for it.
thank you Boo.
and by the way, for all you lyrics publishing people online out there, the lyric is, "my shif will steel the show." You can tell a man tried to figure out those lyrics, don't even know what a shift is. jeez

80's Kid

9:54 am.
My do is up and I've been disheveled since like 8:00am already.
You see, I been plunking away as this whole finding a producer I can vibe with thing, while tryna stay hip from my living room and shit for so long now, I forgot what I was on about in the first place.
Heyo, producer, make me sound like this.
Cuz I haven't been from NY in a long time, but this track gets that graffiti back dripping from my bones, like I was listening to that mixtape I stole from the older boys, and I'm back to daydreams of singing a spot at the Danceteria in an off the shoulder joint. Give me a headband and my best friend in the DJ booth. Ok?
I don't care if it's old skool as hell, jus give it to me.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Milkin this Spodee

Does anyone else but a Disheveled Prom Queen do research on alcoholic beverages in her spare time? Well I came across this little fact when I was on Google.
There happens to be a rap artist named Spodee. And even though I hadn't heard of him yet, hey, I heard of his click. Grand Hustle, you know it? And I was writing about B.o.B on here last year.
So anyway, I was thinking......Perfect Marketing scheme.
If Spodee blows up, he gots to do an endorsement deal with Spodee. Gotta be.
It's that sweet and strong stuff, like him.
Do it up classy. like it was Moscato.

I mean, he's a real cutie. I'm thinkin this could work. I'm thinkin I want a cut for thinkin of the idea too. Cuz all the fyne ladies be wantin to get Spodee when they're gettin Spodeed off that Spodee.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

I Jus Love Ya Sexy Wayz


And so last time we talked, I was ambling on about Hip-Hop in the Woods 2012.
Then I skipped off to listen to Brooker Wood's new mix-tape.
And to be honest, I been taking a rest from the moonshine in my cupboard, and so stumbled across this find while scoping the shelves at the Liquor Store for an alternative.
I found it a quite fitting choice for sipping while listening to some country rap. Produced in upstate NY, this "Wine with a Kick" is no Scotch straight up drinker's bag. It is sweet, sweet, sweet.
A nod to prohibition days, it is infused with herbs with some moonshine thrown in, for an 18% alcohol content, and put in whatever bottle was laying around, hence, the milk bottle look.
And as I have been learning this summer, moonshine is truly meant to be sipped. Cuz let me tell you, this sweet sweet red with a hint of chocolate was easy to put away and had me shouting "Kenny Muthafucka!" by the time I got to the end of the B. Wood SpecTape. In fact, a couple days later, I am still contemplating sending Kenny this mixtape. Hope he doesn't mind.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Big Ghost Chronicles: The Dedication 4 Review- the Repost

And speaking of mixtapes, Ghost really does have a way with words. Make me want to start callin myself Tony's Old Girl again. I thought Wayne's mixtape was funny. Ghost has a point tho, it was not challenging by any means.
BIG GHOST CHRONICLES: Big Ghost Presents...The Dedication 4 Review: Ayo whattup. You back in the presence of the grand imperial Cocaine Biceps aka the Muhammad Ali of this blog shit aka the Leonardo D...

Hip Hop in the Woods 2012

And so, faithful readership, I know you are devoted enough to where I do not need to fill in back story about my thing for white boy rapperz. A term which is possibly offensive that I use lovingly, because I even went so far as to marry one in the height of the thing.
Yeah, I admittedly had (have?) a thorough thing for my snow rappers out there.
Regularly touting myself as an expert all over town.
But let's keep the drawling to a minimum and get to the point.

The origin of the thing stems from hiking off the grid and expecting hip-hop to be in the middle of nowhere when I got there. Far fetched notion as an urban genre, right? A thing from my own head?
Turns out, when I hiked off the grid and deep into the woods, I did find hip-hop.
Shout outs to my boys in the GFE! Thing is, the boys I found rapping back then, came from European origins. And thus began the unrelenting however accidental, crushing on white boy rapperz.
Holding back from cradle robbing with Wiki right now, remember?

And although I am elated to report that in 2012, when you hike off the grid in search of hip-hop, you find Asian, Black, & White MC's bringing their raps with them Into the Woods, thus expanding the cultural diversity of my potential nature boy rapper crushes, this year, the title for the One representing hip-hop in the woods the fullest in 2012, goes to this rapper crush right here,
Brooker Wood.
Utterly disheveled over his mixtape dropping today at 4:20. I didn't even listen to it yet, but I know I will be completely Edie Sedgwick when he's talkin about other girls on there.
Lumber Jackin for Beats #SpecTape
Only right that I should sip some of the moonshine I brought back from the hills this past summer while I listen.
And get me my lipgloss!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Still Disheveled

On a tear with this International Hip-Hop thang.
Some how I end up on okayafrica.
already disheveled that I don't already know about that,
since I keep posting as if I know something about this international hiphop movement.
Then I find this video on there.
Produce by DRE films. And I am like all disheveled. Like needing a drink to take the edge off, cuz I'm too hype. no words. this opinionated ass bird right here, needs to marinate on this one. and I mean that, cuz my mind is going in all directions. Like, my mind was already gone when Mr. Ross was passing out 20's to the little childrens from his modern primitive speedboat. and the video wasn't even over yet.

Breaking News in Int'l Hip-Hop!!!!

Peep this.
Bout to move back to NC!
Cuz I know I am all about the hair and the boyz, but when I get serious,
it's about this thing called the International Hip-Hop movement.
Unity through hip-hop. The goal hasn't changed, it's just spreading.
Worldwide and the beats are about to get grittier.

Just cuz our hair is messed up doesn't mean we don't have Brains

Now see, if some of y'all didn't know, let me let you in on the complexity of being a
Disheveled Prom Queen. yes, there is a certain hairstyle involved.
and the slight occasion to overdo it or say the wrong thing,
and of course come across air headed in the midst of a trainwreck-ish episode.
But still, I am not sure that I needed to have a blog clarify for me that Nicki Minaj will probably not be voting for Mitt Romney. Now there are many a prom queen who may do so, I don't know. But....

Granted, when I heard Nicki's flow on Lil Wayne's new mixtape, Dedication 4, I did get disheveled.
I tripped for a whole five minutes that maybe all the haters were right, cuz that sounded like some Illuminati Ish to me.
But you know, then I smoothed out my baby hairs with a bit of macadamia oil and went about my day, confident that a Black Barbie can think for herself in the booth and does not have to represent the vested interests of Pepsi or any other such corporation.
God all this political talk is making my head hurt.
So anyway, here is the article to back it up.
Click on the linkee



Monday, September 17, 2012

Doing it Up

Retro-Trending Now
Representing DPQ to the fullest!
Edie Sedwick.
I have found the Official Disheveled Prom Queen movie. CIAO! Manhattan starring the real Edie Sedgwick and Paul America This movie is Nuts! I Love it So tripped out. Best part? She even describes her world as disheveled during the movie. And there is no doubt about it. She's rockin DPQ updo's throughout the film.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Whose Line is It?

DPQ was in full effect yesterday.
Woke up thinkin, I have to get a better job so I can drink better beer.
Was out Friday night, you see, drinkin the cheap stuff, you know..PBR, Dukate.
While I was checking out a what I thought would be a good dance party.
Which turned out to be a super lame danceparty, so I had a couple more beers than planned,
cuz I was unfortunately not busy shaking a tail feather.
Disheveled from cheap beer and a dance party with no one dancing, I ended up talking my poor friend's ear off. Patiently listening to me, like the ruff neck gent he is, I am not sure I closed in on the point of any one of the stories I began to tell.
And to top it all off, he tells me about this See Line woman remix and how he doesn't much like it. and i'm thinking...See Line Woman has been remixed?
what kind of Acid Jazz singer am I? I should know these things.
Well so I guess, a disheveled jazz singer at best.
And so, today recovered from the strange hangover that drinking PBR brings, I have been searching for a remix to share, to bring y'all up to date in case you didn't know either.
Checked out See Line remixes, Sinnerman remixes, but really, I like this remix best.
He made it his own and it is much weirder than the other mixes I heard.
And I like weird.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Going Gaga over Azaelia

Heyo.
DPQ is all disheveled for a couple reasons at the moment.
Number 1, I am way behind on my hair game.
I should be a few hours into my Friday night do by now.
I might have to be beautiful on the inside tonight...
And yo, the real reason I am disheveled.
Lady Gaga and Azealia banks doing a collabo?
Confirmed.
the title Ratchet makes me dying to know how the two cleverest girls in NY will spin this?
And what will the beat be?

I heard this one first, and just as I am getting past the track's poor quality making it sound stolen and copied a bunch of times, and am thinking that the beat is pretty good, but needs more bass,
the Ratchet drops in. I think this will Werk.
But went I go looking for the link, I find this.
Maybe they use different beats for different clubs? I'll be at the first party.
Hopefully my hair will be on. Like completely Ratchet.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Gramatikally Correct

Today, while rockin my Disheveled Prom Queen do,
I finally had a listen to some Gramatik.
I was diggin this jazzy lick he did on this track.
And also, let's give it up for Asian Breakers.
Cuz their martial arts Roots IZ Strong!

Monday, September 10, 2012

Faded

The good news is, DPQ had a good summer.
And parts of it were so good, I didn't even feel disheveled. And in not feeling disheveled, I felt fucking great. Good enough to realize, you know this whole Tony's Old Girl thing has to end.
I mean, me & Tony; it's really fucking over. So over that I am going to change my name, Over.
Past over, past gone, through faded and into some she's finally moved on type shit.
It was like an explosion of clarity and remembering who I am again.
Hence; BOOM is back! Boom, short for Boombastic. always with an exclaimation point. Boom!
And if you went to my high school, you saw this on the desk of whatever classroom I was in.
Boo, Boom, and Like 3 years before Shaggy, Boombastic! And now, even Boombastica! Yet I drawl.
Cuz the point is, this chune right here, is dedicated to Tony. I blow kisses to our faded memories.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Bass in Your Face

I was saving this little ditty that I whipped up for a flyer or something, but.....

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

B is in the Trap

Comin to ya a little disheveled as usual.
Because why did nobody tell me I love Trap music?
Bumpin that Power 99 in my car acting all bughetto, gettin called illuminati, when I know nothin about selling rock or makin it out the projects. But Yo, it's that beat that keeps me.
Now that I know, I'm about to get all Prom Queen on some of that shit.
Starting with this beat made by my new boyfriend, Ian Boom.
And we're gettin married, right on Soundcloud. Mm hm.
Hope he doesn't mind.

Monday, September 3, 2012

RIP Trippy Lady

RIP to my Trippy Lady, aka Strange Bird.
this is a snap of her on her way to being dope, then I kept painting and fucked up her face.
Utterly disheveled.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

For my Non Wedding

While we are on the subject of fashion...there was a while where I was on the kick of designing all of the elements for the wedding I will never have. Not cuz I can't get a husband, but because one of the many issues contributing to my disheveled-ness is the fear of commitment that I drink to avoid
dealing with.
But, as a female, I went ahead and planned a wedding anyway.
This is my dress.
I'd get married, just to rock it, and then peace out before it was time to have kids or like, cook my man dinner and do his laundry.

Mad Style

this photo has me all sorts of disheveled. Bout to find a Sugar Daddy to take me shopping.....
In AFRICA!

Monday, August 20, 2012

Down the rabbit hole

I am down a rabbit hole. Jumping around on You-tube.
checkin out Ladysingers, I guess.
And I found Ladytron.
this band looks cool. like they're from Ireland or something.

Mrs. Gaiman

One of my favorite authors is Neil Gaiman. He wrote the Sandman Series of comics. Out on DC. I used to sit in my DC's and read Sandman DC.
Those comics were so cool. Very Goth
Not surpirsed then, that his wifey is cool too!
Hysterical!

BOOM POW!

yeah DPQ recently noticing how language has evolved in my scene.
the evolution of language as I like to observe it in rap music.
This one is a great example.
She got a nice balance goin between straight up and metaphor.
Makin a point and I'm lovin the beat.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Lion-style

Hey y'all. I know I been slackin.
I was on vacay, holler.
But i'm back in my chair with lots of opinions, and so.
I follow Snoop Dog on twitter. and Soundcloud for that matter. cuz when a dude talk so smooth, i barely care what he is sayin. so I been letting Snoop call women bitches and hoes for years and treating it like gospel.
this one day, i saw Snoop shouting out to Diplo on Twitter and for whatever of my own reason, found this an unlikely coupling, or friendship have you.
that was a couple months back, but now I see they done made an album together.
Bless up Snoop Lion!

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Going GaGa

Yo, Gaga knows how to rock some Guccis!
Except......Yo, what is up with those back legs? Like why are they backwards? It's messing me up. I'm bout drop that pic into photoshop and fix it.

Friday, June 22, 2012

wait, it's over?

DPQ made it till the end of the season.
Loving every minute of it.
But today I am thinking....Wait, it's over?
true, the Miami Heat are this season's NBA champs.
Goodie to their fans. But, I'm disheveled. And filled with two main issues.
1. the feeling of no scores to check for feels like missing a limb.
and 2. and most importantly. Wherever will I get my convenient fix of eye candy now?
I really don't know.
And I need something to look at.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Our Love will Not Fade Away

DPQ geeking out on her sports journalizm this morning.
And Pause.
Cuz this fade away is retarted!

Game 2 @2012 Finals

yo! yo! Yo!
DPQ be lovin the finals of her first season following the NBA in a proper manner.
Latest conclusions.....?
DPQ, found herself looking back to her times as a clueless a cheerleader and thinking..."oh is this what that was..."
When observing last minute strategies that is.
Such as OKC's KD making that "three point shot off the pick and roll" after the time out @47 sec. left in the 4th, but then missing that next shot that would get them into OT.
then all of the sudden
LeBron is sinking his 12th for 12 to win the game from, oh....what kind of foul?
for 96-100, Heat
Oh the Drama.
A team of young synergistic super cuties against the biggest star in Today's game & his team.
Love watching them ballers ballin.
Couldn't even make fun of Wade tonight.
And DPQ of course loving the Fashion at the postgame News Conference.
My baby Russel's checkered shirt and orange tie, so high fashion,
like Frank Ocean.
We Thunder like Joshua!!
And let the games continue!

Monday, June 11, 2012

Church of Bass 1

Boom Boxes old and new. It's all about the speakers.
Boom Boxes & Bandwidth

Delirium & Disheveled go hand in hand

On a reminisce cuz I be sentimental, listening to a bit of Enter the Wu-tang with my breakfast, my mind wandered to this classic scene which I feel not enough have seen.
pologize for the bootleg situation, but this clip has been done got flagged and reposted.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Next Level Nature Graff Inst.

So you know how I dig the nature graffiti.
My dear sweet cousin in Brazil is at it again with the the tutelage of how to properly create vandalism.
The latest is this brilliance.
And considering how humid it is in Philly, I'm thinkin this is a go, for sure.