you’ll never find a better woman.

Tonight is the humble kick-off of College Music Journal business-cardxtravaganza, but where you’ll see me is BB Kings, with Hua‘s and my sweet New Orleans roundtheway girl who believes-in-love and too-cute-to-fight, Ms. Teedra Moses. Full report in the AM. On how she gets me like I’m 16. In the ’90s. Totally listened to Mint Condition yesterday. Mint Condition, J-Zone, Travis Morrison and the Headhunters (that’s what his new band’s like! But less ocarina. P.S. Ludacris “Whats yr Fantasy” cover is disarmingly good with full band when T raps it: not on some folksy spokenword at the kaffeeklatsch steelo, but in some true-grit Southern-sweat ’bout-to-fuck stylee), and the Ghetto Brothers — all in heavy ro in the J.Shep J.Ho BK crafting HQ.
Yesterday’s and today’s OCD viewing pleasure: <a href="http://www.snoopdogg.com"“Drop it Like It’s Hot” video. Paul Hunter, a genius when cooking with signifiers, captures the cool of Pharrell and Snoop and practically brands it, in satin black and white. Video dancing just keeps getting smaller and smaller, which is somewhat congruous to theater dancing; pretty soon all we’ll see is eagle drops and nose twitching. It’s nice, but in a year or so, it’ll be all flygirl rosie perez arm flailing and hammer pants again, a moment which I shall relish: it’s easier to choreograph when trend dictates big motion and pause-flash poses.
If anyone needs the script for Honey adapted into a young adult novel, I am the only person who can do it.
Much love to all the people checking CnP from work. What up US Dept of Justice, word to Bloomberg Financial, hola Methanex, and Disney Worldwide–holla!