Wednesday, April 25, 2012

On Men's loafers

On a tear today. Gotta make up for lost time.
So let me start out this rip with a little disclaimer.
Now. We all know that if I was to stumble upon my crush rockin some loafers,
I would still lick him, I mean like him, 'scuse me. But.
With that being said. Yo, please allow me to make this tear.
Photo please....
We could start by saying. Ok guys, if you tryna emulate my honey Gene Kelly,
props for that. For he is my darling dear. But...chances are.
You really might just be what I am seeing.
This ear piece wearing, too laid back in your swag, not gettin me high, like schwag.
Need to get your hands dirty like my man, instead of hiring my man.
Havin a lil too much confidence and not enough grit to back it up, Mutherfucker.

Not sain that's how you actually are, but that's what you look like in them loafers.
And yeah babe, I do have a college degree and my GPA was nice.
XO and smooches,
the Dish Fairy

Summore Nature Graff

DPQ, disheveled and tattered in my relationships. A hopeless romantic with a prickly exterior.
I Loves me the juxtaposing existance of nature graffiti.


On being a woman in the Music Biz

SO we know that as artists, we are always working.
Opportunities come unexpected.
And as a woman, not too tough on the eyes, I have been made many a promise.
I have been told by a record exec, you know, that girl would have gone a lot further if she just slept with that producer.
I have also been told, "I'm fuckin him, but it's just business."
And so, my motto is...proceed with caution.
I'm like, I'll fuck you after you put me on. Promise.
A good friend of mine gave me this advice, "if he ain't producing out of NY or LA, you probably don't have to fuck him."
These are the obstacles as women in the biz that we are forced to navigate.
And so, let me share this gem of a story with you.

The other night, I dipped into this little club for a minute to support a rapper friend of mine.
Nice gig; hip-hop with a live band.
Afterwards, I am introduced to the booking agent for the club. We're talking about my work.
It's all noisy, so our voices are a bit raised.
And as he's giving me his e-mail address so I can send him my stuff, the DJ cuts out so the whole bar can hear him loudly telling me his e-mail address.
A girl he had been talkin to, says, "Oh. Ok."
And he proceeds to shout to her across the quiet bar,
"It's not like that! It's not like that!"
I'm thinking to myself....well, there's one less guy to be skeptical of in the music industry.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Middle finger to the Law

Hello Kiddies! Remember me?
My connection to the cyber world has been completely disheveled as of late.
The episode with the bottle of rum, the night I e-mailed the sleeper crush and threw up on my computer finally caught up with me. My laptop finally saying, no baby girl, actually you did go too far that night and now your computer is fucked.
Ironically enough crashing as I watched, "The Hangover 2."
And do you know what I have to say to all that?
More rum please!
It's good to be back.