Sicilian1's Blog

Expert Opinion and Commentary

sicilian1: MICHAEL JACKSON: A Tribute

 July, 6 2009 @7:00pm

  This post is definitely belated. Thoughts have been bouncing around in my head and emotions have been pulling me every which way since Michael died about a week ago. I just had to give Michael my own little tribute and I hope I do this wonderful man some justice, because though I never met him personally, he still meant alot to me and impacted my life in a joyful way ever since I was a little kid.

I LOOOOOOOOOVED Michael Jackson.

   I don’t know if I cribbed this from someone or if I patched it together from different commentators then assumed it for myself. But I’ve been saying it for a long time:

If you take Michael at the hieght of his fame (probably the Thriller/Bad era) and match him up against any celebrity in the history of the world at the hieght of that celebrity’s fame, NO one will ever even come close to comparing to Michael. When Michael was at the hieght of his fame NO one could ever even come within hailing distance of him. And that fact will stand for ALL time.

   I thank God for alot of things, but when I looked back at Michael’s life, I said a special thank you to the “Man” upstairs for allowing me not only to be alive during Michael’s life but for allowing  me to be born in that specific age bracket where I was able to experience the full capacity of the life and times of “The King of Pop”.

    I go back to the Jackson 5. As a little kid I had my 8-track cassette of the Jackson 5 that I’d take into my room and listen to for hours untill I wore the thing out. My mom bought me a Jackson 5 Christmas 8-track that we’d play every year untill the 8-track finally broke. I used to love Michael’s rendition of “Mommy kissing Santa Claus”, asking my mom if it was really true what Michael was singing.

    When “Off the Wall” came out I remembered how much I loved “Rock wit You” and still consider it my 2nd favorite  song of all time behind, “Billie Jean”. After I grew up I got back in touch w/the “Off the Wall” album and couldn’t believe how many timeless hits were on that record. (Don’t stop, She’s out of my life, Off the wall, etc.)

  Then Thriller came out and it changed the world. I still remember everyone with their red “Beat-It” jackets and studded “Billie Jean” glove. Who wasn’t trying to master the “moonwalk” in ’83? And all anyone wanted for Christmas was the Michael Thriller album. Then just when Thriller was losing steam, Michael performed “Billie Jean” and unvieled the “moonwalk” on the Motown 25 anniversary and suddenly an unstoppable wave of Michael mania swept the world. I’ll never forget going to school the next day and everybody talking about what they saw the night before. I didn’t know a girl, no matter the race or age, who wasn’t in love with Michael. For me, I never felt scared about admitting my unabashed love for Michael. Michael was never a guilty pleasure like Niel Diamond or Barry Manilow who you listen to when you’re alone in your car with the windows rolled up then quickly change the tape before you hit your block.

     The greatness of Thriller goes without saying and alot of people like to say that was Michael’s high-water mark. But for me, arguably, “Bad” may have been his best album. (Bad, The way you make me feel, Man in the Mirror, Dirty Diana, Another Part of Me, Leave Me Alone). Bad is where Michael started to express himself while answering and challenging his critics. Here we were introduced to a more edgy Michael; the defiance, crotch-grabbing, macho, trash-talking, screaming, etc. The beauty of all that was that Michael could express who he was (Bad), make a political and humane statement (Man in the Mirror) , show some machismo (The Way You Make Me Feel), talk-trash (Leave Me Alone), engage in existential inquiry of self (Another Part of Me) all while cementing his status as the “King of Pop”.

    “Bad” proved that he was more than just some sugar-coated, pre-packaged pop artist, singing cookie-cutter songs to a hip beat. Michael could touch the fans that were only listening for the entertainment value while at the same time sending a message to prove that he was not some robot but a person who had some deep insights and feelings.

    Michael showed how diverse he was as an artist on “Bad”. While “Thriller” was innovative with the Eddie Van Halen guitar solo on “Beat It’, the Vincent Price “Rap” on “Thriller” and the phatest beat bar none in the history of music with “Billie Jean”, (Tell me what person with blood flowing through their viens doesn’t get excited when the bass on “Billie Jean” kicks off?), it was still an album grounded in Michael’s R&B roots. But “Bad” crossed all genre’s. “Dirty Diana” was a straight rock song that any of the “hair bands” that were popular at the time could’ve put on their album and sold it with a straight face to their fans.

    My favorite song off “Bad” was “The Way You Make Me Feel”. This song was enhanced all the more by the video. To digress for a moment, it can not be understated what Michael meant to the visual medium of a pop artist. Michael melded song and video like never before or since. Michael made it a requirment to have a video to go along with a song. But it couldn’t be just some generic concert flick. With Michael as the innovator video’s became mini-movies where the message of the song’s words were conveyed through the story on  the screen.

    Getting back to, “The Way You Make Me Feel”. At the time there was the rumor and innuendo about Michael’s sexuality. Well, if anybody heard that song or saw that video they would know that it is an experssion of street, macho, misoginy at it’s best or if you prefer worst. Michael, like the best “macho” “thug” was saying to the girl in the video; ‘you’re hot, I want you and I got enough game to make you want this’. That’s how a true “player” would operate; no romance, no chivalry, just the attitude that he’s not going to get fooled by her coquettish ‘hard-to-get’ routine because even if she don’t know, he knows that she wants him, so, ‘what’s up?’ That video had me convinced that Michael liked girls.

     But Michael was still pumping out the hits with his next album, “Dangerous”. (Black or White, Remember the Time, In the Closet, Jam, Heal the World). Again Michael displayed his ability to deliver pop hits while expressing his inner thoughts and feelings and also including a message song or two. For relatively the same reasons I liked “The Way You Make Me Feel” from the “Bad” album, I loved, “In the Closet” from the “Dangerous” album.

    In this song and video Michael was doing his best  Joe Pesci from “Goodfella’s”, ‘so you think I’m funny how? imitation. The rumors about Michael’s sexuality persisted. So it was as if Michael was saying, ‘what, you think I’m gay?’, ‘are you sure you think I don’t like girls?’, ‘are you really sure about that?’

Well, Michael had something for all of us. He put Naomi Campbell in the video and proceeded to sex-her-up like nobody could. Michael had always sexed the female dancers he interacted with HARD. But he sexed-up Naomi SUPER-HARD. If anybody ever had any questions about Michael’s sexuality or if he liked girls, they were put to rest forever after that video. There is NO way Michael could’ve sexed Naomi up the way he did if he didn’t like girls. After seeing that I would’ve never wanted my woman around Michael because that video was evidence that if Michael REALLY wanted to, he could take anybody’s woman.

   Michael put out hits as long as he put out records. On his last record he had the hit, “You Rock My World”. That song was hot in 2001, it ‘s hot today, it would’ve been hot in ’82 and it will be hot 100 years from now. Who thinks that if Michael put out another album he wouldn’t have had another hit?

   Michael was the consumate “pop” artist. Not only did he tanscend races but he transcended cultures, ages, sexes, nations, and taste. As far as that last point, it didn’t matter if you were a rock-n-roll guy, an R&B guy, a Hip-Hopper, a headbanger, liked the hair-bands, dance hall, it didn’t matter. Michael’s core audience was the world. Everybody liked Michael and they didn’t have to be embarrassed about saying so.

    Somebody said to me that, ‘the moonwalk was nothing knew’, because they saw Sammy Davis, Jr. do it. Maybe Michael did crib it from Sammy. Maybe he cribbed from James Brown, Elvis, Stevie Wonder, The Beattles and who knows who else. But who cares? And you know why? Because NOBODY ever put it all together like Michael and NOBODY ever did it better than him. That is a fact. And what also is a fact is that NOBODY ever will. Having lived through the Michael experience, I can truthfully say that none of these psuedo R&B boy bands or solo artisis impress me in the least with all they faux dance moves that are nothing but straight inferior plagerized moves from Michael. Michael laid it all down for all time. Nowadays an artist thinks that the more acrobatics they do the better dancer it makes them. But Michael had moves, real Fred Astaire dance moves.

     And don’t ever take anything away from Michael’s singing chops. While Michael always possessed a soulful voice that in his younger days was bigger than his age, for me as he got older his voice became the definition of silky smoothness. What other singer ever made the transition from child, to teenager, to young man to adult while being bold enough to change vocal styles and still maintain a relevant and beautiful sound, tone, interpretation and meaning through each progressing stage.

     Knowing the tough life Michael had, it saddened me that a man who brought so much joy to so many had so much pain and what I percieved to be demons gnawing at his soul. The only time Michael seemed to be at peace was when he was on stage performing for his fans. He was such an unbelievable entertainer that not only did he get intrinsic value from performing but the intrinsic value he gave to his fans gladdened him all the more.

  I remember Michael’s 30th anniversary performance at MSG in 2001 when at the end of the show Chris Tucker came out and did Michael’s signature leg kick, as he was known to do. They interacted for several seconds then Michael put his hands on Chris’ shoulders and eventually fell to the stage in laughter over Tucker’s antics. That image probably made the most impact on me. It showed the humanity of Michael and caught him having fun just like any old normal person.

    I thank Michael from the absolute bottom of my heart for sharing his life with the world and bringing so much happiness to so many just by doing what came naturally to him. He was a great human being and I pray that his soul eternally rests in peace.


July 6, 2009 Posted by | blog, culture, entertainment, health, history, Life, music, news, people, personal, philosohy, Politics, random, thoughts | 4 Comments

sicilian1: Eminem, The Ultimate White Girl!

    We all know about the wanna-be down white girl. Now I have absolutely nothing against interracial pairings. I just feel they should be real and not the indulgement of “jungle fever” or an attempt to prove a point, ussually that the white person is down.

     Do you know how many white-boys are doing time because they listened to a little Tupac or Biggie, maybe a some Jay-Z or Nas or got caught up with the whole gangster rap thing. It’s ridiculous they think the rap music is actual reality. They buy into the whole gangster persona’s of these rap stars. I don’t know if they’re really that stupid or if these white-boys just wanna believe that it’s all true. These rap stars have a vested interest in really making their suburban white-boy audience really believe that the stuff they rap about is the life they have lived.

    But here’s the analogy: Do you think Robert DeNiro or Al Pacino or James Gandolfini really for one second think they’re the characters they play? Do you really think for one second any of those actors would invade the real gangster world to try and turn their screen roles into reality? These actors know that they’re  just actors and the know the roles they play are just roles they play.

     99% of these rap stars are suburban kids or if they are from the hood they’re just kids that can put what they’ve seen to verse. The kids from the hood know the rap stars are really soft, they love they music only for what it represents. The words speak to them, they identify with what is rapped.

    How for one second do those words speak to the little white punks from suburbia? But even the real gangsters from the hood promote the persona of these fake rap stars. And the reason is because the gangsters from the hood are hustling these little fake rap punks. They’re shaking them down for protection or the fake rap punks pays them to hang around to enhance their street cred. So when one of these fake rap punks from the hood gets paid, the hood gets paid because the fake rapper needs the real thugs to remain relevant in the game. So that’s the vested interest in promoting the fake rep and history of these fake thugs.

    And don’t think for a second the real thugs carry the fake thugs forever. Once the fake rap thug gets played out the real thugs move on to the next fake rap thug to prop up. That’s why these punk rappers all end up broke. A huge amount of their salary goes to maintaining a posse. They have to for their own protection.

   But the little bitch white-boys from suburbia buy it all hook line and sinker. They try to turn these rap lyrics into reality. Remember the rapper only wants the white-boy to believe it’s reality so they can sell records. So the whole industry constantly attempts to gas up the white-boy to keep the money rolling in.

   But trying to live the rap lyrics gets the white-boy in serious trouble. The hood knows what is and isn’t real therfore there’s no desire to live a fantasy. eventually the white-boy is selling drugs or he kills someone, the whole time thinking he’s a gangster. In the end the white-boy gets bitched. Either his rich family buys him out of trouble or if the can’t the white-boy pays the price with a bid . Then after it’s all said and done the white-boy goes back to being a white-boy.

    Then you got the little wanna-be down white girl. You’ve seen them, sometimes they got the waves in their hair or they press the front of their hair down real tight, trying to make everyone believe their hair is coarse. Y’know the type, if you close your eyes and listen to their voice you’d think you were listening to a stereotypical black girl. These white chicks always seem to think they’re better looking than the black girls just cause they’re white. They think the black guys actually think they’re hotter than the black girls and that it’s just not some kind of black power play.

    These white girls are so deluded, their entire identity depends upon being a down white girls, they think they’re too cool to ever even give the white-boy the time of day. They would never even dream of stooping so low. Going with black guys proves their coolness and downness. It means everything to them.

    It doesn’t matter what kind of fake thug the black guy is, how broke he always is, how much he mooches off them, how many of her ugly fat friends he bangs. The white girl will put the blinders on and lie to herself all for the price of being a down white girl.

    They don’t care how many black guys knock them up. The more black guy baby daddy drama they got, the more gangster cred they have and the better that makes them feel. They get played and suckered and passed from fake black thug to fake black thug. But you could never tell these down white girls otherwise because it’s all a badge of honor for them.

     Eminem is that WHITE-GIRL and that WHITE-BOY. He’s been able to live the lie his entire career bouyed by the record execs and a black Hip-Hop community who was having their palms greased to give this little Eminem bitch credibility. All the major players in the Hip-Hop community propped this little Eminem fag up because it was all good for the Hip-Hop communties bottom line.

    The powers that be sold this fraud hard to wanna-be down white-boy America. They even presented him as a renegade and rebel by insiting conventional white America against him. Antagonizing them to speak out against this so called outsider the better to get the money of the wanna be down white-boys who were all too enthused to go against the tide and go with this so-called rebel. The wanna-be down crowd was legitimized by this Eminem fag. They now had the ok to call themselves the N-word with impunity because one of their own was now one of them.

    The biggest joke was Eminem’s song “I am whatever they say I am” (sic). This little bitch actually says in the song, “radio won’t even play my jam”. Are you kidding me bitch?! You had the audacity to say that. And the white-boys bought it. What a complete lie that was. This little white bitch was the darling of MTV and every radio station. You couldn’t go anywhere without seeing or hearing this little Slim-Shady bitch.

    So he was always a fraud. He was always living a lie. Everybody propped the bitch up to make money off him. Well like the white girl who ends up back at mommy and daddy’s house, using her white parents to help her raise her black kids (You’ve seen these poor little black kids with their hair a complete mess because none of the white people raising them know how to take care of black people’s hair) and the white-boy who puts on his suit and tie and gets a job in the corporate world after he’s been nearly scared to death trying to turn a rap ryhme or video into real life, Eminem has to go back to his little white world to be the white boy he’s always been.

     I say that Eminem is the classic white girl because like the white girl this bitch’s entire identity revolved around him being down. You couldn’t give this little fag all the money in the world to even let a white boy hang out in his posse. There was no way this Eminem homo was gonna let another white boy invade his status as the downest of the down white boys. If a white boy ever made a little head way with Eminem’s crew I could just see how jealous this little bitch would get. He’d make a catty woman look manly.

     I saw this bitch on TV making fun of  white people in the same voice that black guys use when they poke fun at the corny white guys. I was just stunned. Many times I’ve heard black guys personally and on TV’s and movies put on that corny voice to make fun of white people. And here’s a white guy doing the same thing to make fun of white people. Are you kidding me?!!

    When did this bitch become down? Did he ever hang in the hood? Did he ever sell drugs in the hood? And I mean for real not just some white-boy fabrication where the white-boy deludes himself into thinking that he really needs to do those kinds of things or is trying to prove how down he is. I’m talking about doing those things because it’s neccessary for your hood survival.

    Oh ya bitch, when did you ever do a REAL bid? Not some punk ass 50 Cent drug program bid. I’m talking about going up-state or getting on the air-lift. When you done that bitch then maybe we’ll talk about giving you hood status you little fag.

    Imagine, what are you gonna do with yourself you little white-GIRL bitch? Just be like all the other played out white-girls who go back to being white-girls after they been run through by every black guy. HA,HA,HA,HA!!! You little fag.

   And to all you black Hip-Hoppers out there. I know you’re all about getting paid. I know it’s gonna be very tempting to sell out to the powers that be who are gonna turn to you to resurrect their little cash cow. I’m begging you, maintain your dignity. Be true to your creation, Hip-Hop. Don’t let this little fag, punk white-boy back into your game. Don’t give this punk bitch any credibility. You were part of  allowing this little fag to attain fame and fortune. Isn’t that good enough? The black man doesn’t have to and must not sell out to this wanna-be down faggity-ass bitch.

    Hey Em, you bitch, I bet Marky-Mark and none of his fun bunch ever sucked the ass of a little fag like Bruno. Sometimes life is so just.

June 11, 2009 Posted by | blog, culture, entertainment, Life, music, news, people, personal, random, thoughts | 4 Comments


 So now that the WHITE-BOY has been bitched like no body has ever been bitched the “powers-that-be” are closing ranks to protect their golden-boy by pretending that it was all staged. Ya, and we all believe Obama’s not really a muslim!

  Do you think for one single second that Eminem would ever agree to that? Here is a little punk who’s whole identity is based on being the ONLY true down WHITE-BOY who has ever lived. This bitch doesn’t bat an eyelash without taking into account how his cool factor will be percieved. This bitch doesn’t have a self-depricating cell in his body!! He wouldn’t allow for a milli-second for himself to be the but of a joke. NEVER!!

If God came down and offered Eminem all the money and personal fulfillment available to a human or poverty back his reputation as the downest WHITE-BOY who ever lived, there is absolutely no doubt that he would choose door number two without even the slightest hesitation.

    So it is clear that this was not a staged event. This little bitch is so conscious of never being exposed as the WHITE-BOY that he is so conscious of running away from his true WHITE-BOY identity that this fake-ass bitch would NEVER agree to it.

     All the entertainment power-brokers (Agents, industry big-wigs, executives, etc.,) got all nervous that their little punk-ass money train had finally been exposed for the fraud that he has always been that they forced this “staged” story to be diseminated. DO NOT let them perpetrate this lie on you!!! I KNOW this WHITE-BOY as self-conscious as he is about always being on “cool-mode” would NEVER go along with it. He had no reason to do it. He just dropped a new album. All his liitle WHITE-BOY worshippers were enthused about the return of their down hero. Why would “Mr. Cool” involve himself in some Borat nonsense were he’d come out looking like a fool? Doesn’t make any sense.

      Now as for this little WHITE-BOY bitch. The WHITE-BOY can NEVER live down what was done to him!!! He was bitched for all eternity. He was worse than punked, he was straight up bitched!!! Played out by a little fag like Borat. Isn’t life so beautiful sometimes? We all had to have this punk ass WHITE-BOY act like he was really being accepted by the HIP-HOP crowd when all that was happening was that the record execs picked this fag to be their vehicle into the suburban WHITE-BOY hood-rat audience. Whiye-boys no longer had to validate themselves, they no longer had to listen to Tupac and Biggie in the Q.T. They now had one of their own who was the ultimate HIP-HOPPER accepted by all in the HIP-HOP crowd. White-boys were estatic!!!! They could now be as YO’ED out as they wanted to be because they had one of their own running the game. All the black dudes in the industry were FORCED to bow down to this little BITCH-ASS WHITE-BOY.

     But now the BLACK MAN has finally been liberated from playing “Steppin Fetchet” to this little punk WHITE-BOY. I don’t know about you but I would get sick to my stomach watching these black guys play “Water-Carrier” to this little bitch WHITE-BOY! I could see how these black flunkies were biting their lips as they sold-out to this little bitch. Do you really think for one single solitary second that these black guys playing his minions believed that Eminem possessed any street cred at all? This bitch wasn’t street! He wasn’t a thug! He wasn’t a gangster! He wasn’t hood! He wasn’t gully! He was a straight-up WANNA-BE down WHITE-BOY begging to be accepted by the brothers.

      HIP-HOP is, has always been and will always be the black man’s original creation! HIP-HOP came from the struggle! It was they ability to see the rainbow in the ghetto! It was remaining optomistic through all the pain and madness! That the belief in a better day would sustain you through the rain!

    When the whole gangster style became the dominant angle to have any credibility a HIP-HOPPER had to understand the game! And even if an artist wasn’t a true gangster (And few were) they at least had to be able to represent the game by being able to convey the attitude. The only way a white-boy could be part of HIP-HOP was if he lived that game and that only became available to the white-boy at that specific moment in HIP-HOP. It wasn’t available before or after.

     But now since the hero of down WHITE-BOYS everywhere has been bitched like nobody ever, the lie is over! The black man doesn’t have to worry about this WHITE-BOY co-opting their creation. Why would they? Why would they give this bitch credibility? Why would the want to be seen with this little WHITE-BOY fag? What are they gonna get out of letting him glom some street-cred off of them?

Now is the time for the black man to bury this bitch forever! O.J. ‘s acquital will always be remembered as a watershed moment for equality for the black man. Obama’s election was looked at as the culmination of the struggle. But the day Eminem was bitched ranks right up there in watershed moments for the black man. The black man’s “uncle Tom” role to this little bitch is over.

     Do you think Jay-Z would’ve “staged” that prank with Borat? How about Snoop? Dr. DRE’? Tupac? Biggie? Go ahead, try to name one HIP-HOPPER who would’ve gone along with emasculating himself like that. And do you think that little fag Bruno would’ve had the guts to ever even attempt to perpetrate that prank on any of the above mentioned? Not a shot!

    And hopefully no more producers (Dre’) will be forced to give the bitch WHITE-BOY the phat beats that put him on. What does this bitch do that’s so special anyway? Nothing he says is even remotely deep! Nothing touches your soul in even the slightest! Nothing makes you think and ponder! All this bitch does is crack punch-lines! Big deal! Every black kid can crack “Mamma” jokes. But this little fag can do it so they FORCE Dre’ to lay some phat tracks and the next thing you know this little WHITE-BOY bitch is being touted as the greatest rapper alive.

     So now this little WHITE-BOY has to go back to being a WHITE-BOY and doing all the things WHITE-BOYS do. And now all the littlle suburban hood-rats who think because Eminem is down with the brothers that gives them the credibility to think they can live the HIP=HOP gangster lifestyle for real will have second thoughts.

     This little WHITE-BOY better get used to sucking ass like he did with Bruno because the only way this Eminem bitch gets to keep his HIP-HOP cred is if he sucks black man’s ass.

    It took about a decade run for this bitch WHITE-BOY to be exposed but, what comes around goes around. You can’t live the lie forever. God, Karma, the cosmos, whatever you want to call it is going to make sure you get you just deserts.

    Remember bitch you’re a WHITE-BOY! Your name is Marshall Mathers! You’re a straight-up WHITE-BOY!

June 4, 2009 Posted by | blog, culture, entertainment, Life, music, news, people, personal, philosohy, Politics, random, thoughts | 2 Comments