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     In early 1995, I was nine years old, going on 10, and for some reason, I was up late on a Friday night listening to the radio. I lived in Fort Wainwright, Alaska at the time, and the radio station that I was listening to that night, played hip hop uncensored late, and sometimes albums in their entirety. This particular night that I was listening, this channel played the latest album from E-40 at the time, "In A Major Way." Before that particular night, I had never heard of 40. I was young and my parents were pretty strict on me about listening to music with cursing in it. So the only way I heard hardcore, explicit hip hop, was through my big brother in his room. I think the only hip hop song that I knew by heart at that time was "All I Need," by Method Man.      Moving along, that night, the radio station played, "In a Major Way," by E-40 in its entirety. I remember sitting in my room (I had just got my own room at that point, so listening to MY OWN

     Next week, a few new Google devices will arrive at my home for personal use. I have been a Google/Android loyalist since the very first Android device, the G1. I'm a fan of Google phones, I'm a fan of of previous Google Tablets (the smaller tablets like the Nexus 7 and Nexus 9. Didn't buy the Pixel C tablet.) I am also a Chromebook user, and coincidentally, my daughter's have recently broken one of my old Chromebooks, which is now hanging on by a thread to be charged. So I'm giving them my current Chromebook, and upgrading to the Pixelbook. Along with the Pixelbook, the Pixel 2 XL should be arriving as well, despite all the negative coverage that phone has been receiving. With everything I've said above, for me, Google is either about to be a Google Watch away from permanently keeping me #TeamPixel or two mistakes from leading me elsewhere. Let me explain.      Since 2008, as it relates to tech, Google has given me everything that I've needed. I love

    When was the last time you turned on a R&B album created by a male, and it felt like a classic album to you? I was just sitting here listening to N.E Heartbreak, and, "You're Not My Kind of Girl," comes on, and it sent me to a place of musical happiness that can't quite be matched by today's R&B. I felt like I was Ralph Tresvant. I felt like I could sing and hit the high notes. I felt like I could dance. I felt like I was in the studio with them as the song was recorded. It's just an awesome feeling when you listen to great music. Do men even care to do that these days, or do they just want to sing about getting the cutty, and be done with it? Is there anybody out there that can evoke some emotional feelings through their music, and make you want to wine and dine your lady, or go home crying and apologize for things that you didn't even do?      I'm purposely calling out the men here, because I believe that for the most part, the ladies ar

Click here to watch the video review! Thank you Kid Cudi. On December 10th, 2015, I recorded a video review for Kid Cudi’s album, “Speedin Bullet to Heaven.” As a Kid Cudi fan, I rushed and bought that album, listened to it, and came across disappointed. It was not the sound that I had become accustomed to by Kid Cudi, and not what I wanted to hear, So I pretty much trashed the album in my review. As time went by, the album grew on me a little bit, but not to the point where it became completely enjoyable. It’s still his worst album in my opinion. However, this past Friday, Cudi dropped his anticipated new album, “Passion, Pain, & Demon Slayin.” And I can say that this is without a shadow of a doubt, a far better project than Speedin Bullet to Heaven. Cudi’s last album left such a bad taste in my mouth that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to risk buying the new project and get burned again. So I just streamed it on Tidal. But by the time I made it to, “By Design,” featu

I cried a lot as a kid. Whether it was from being beaten up by my brother, or the constant moving away from friends as a military child, I was fairly emotional. As I got older, that was forced out of me (see, big brother and father) in attempts to make me tougher, which, I guess worked. Unless I was in some serious physical pain, or someone died, I didn't cry much. In fact, the last time I've had a good cry, you know like, a cry from the soul, was in 2009 when my maternal grandfather passed away. I've had two daughters born since then, tore my meniscus badly, gone through a bunch of emotional struggles, no tears. It's not that I don't want to, or even feel like crying. I just feel like I can't. As I type this right now, I feel as if I need to cry. Something at the bottom of my chest just feels like it's ready to come up, but then, I just snap out of it and go on about my business. I was in the studio last weekend, and as I finished my song, "The Hurt,

      I'm 31 years old, and up until about three months ago, I had lived my entire life in the United States of America. Sure, I've gone on a cruise outside of the country before, and I made a crazy trip to Tijuana back in 2004, but beyond those experiences, I'm American born and raised. When I left America in August, I was excited to be getting away because things in America seemed to be getting bad. Race tensions were rising, the presidential elections was dividing everyone, and I just wasn't really feeling the vibes as I left. However, as the time has passed, I realize that maybe leaving wasn't going to be as awesome as I expected.        Now, let's not get me wrong here. There's a lot to enjoy about Spain. I have really enjoyed the culture here and how friendly most people here are. It's been fun to travel to the different cities we've gone to here, and we've seen a lot of great stuff, even some castles! Hell, we live 10 minutes from the bea