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I'm a finalist in the boomdizzle contest, if will stop by and show some
love and vote for me. I'm chasing my dream and hopefully one day I can
return the love.
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yo come through and check out my recent track "On Fiya"
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2008, fall. Internet search, Ticketmaster. LL coming to Chicago HOB
again. Got out the credit card and bought the tickets, and when they said
if I ordered dinner first we could go into the show first, oh man, I was
excited. At the same time I bought Detroit tickets to see L with Janet.
In the car on the way to Chicago, Scooter called me. Said he'd meet me at
the HOB, but broke the news L wouldn't be in Detroit (I still went, took in
a Pistons game). I know my wife could feel the excitement that night, I
was hyped. Met Scooter at the HOB, God Bless the man. The doors opened
and I planted my feet in front of the stage, held my arms on the speaker
and stood there unmovable by the masses behind me, you know, the ladies,
cause they love cool james....and when L came out telling us it was Time
for War, well, that Lbum had just dropped but I had the verses down. And
when Old School/New School boomed from the system, L bent down to me to
rhyme in unison "Cool J, still hotter than a helicopter crashing in lava,
still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva." A fistbump from the man
who claimed to "fall off, rebuild, your man's bionic" was icing on the
cake. Wait, no, it was after L "took a piss on the map" that you can now
check on out YouTube, that goofy white guy getting called up on stage by
his hero, grabbing the gold LL COOL J mic stand and waving my L in the air,
while my wife stood in the crowd grinning. THAT was icing on the cake.
Love you,brother, "And the only thing I want from you is to keep doing that
shit you do." Much love.
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Now here you've got a grown man, married and somewhat entrenched into my
life. The music went on. I never stopped listening to the first albums,
and as each one dropped I felt like a kid in a candy store, like I put that
quarter in the bubble gum machine and the gum just kept coming out. I
didn't want it to end. Yeah, I watched the movies, I bought the clothes.
But it was always about the music, and how it touched me. So I thought it
was pretty cool when the fitness book hit, and I was able to make some
contact with Scooter. I told the world's greatest trainer a little
something about my life, you know, about my challenges, and how I wanted to
meet L. Scoot arranged for some tickets and possibly an opportunity for a
face to face (no promises) last minute in Michigan. I drove the six hours,
in a snowstorm, and made it to the casino just after the show ended. I
called Scoot, he said L was not feeling well, so I wasn't gonna meet him
either. I loaded up the six disc with Lbums and made the trek home, it was
worth a shot, maybe 14 Shots.
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The year 2000, ha, L was talking about rocking "straight till 1999, the
Year 2000 you know what I'm saying?" That was in 89! Now a new decade.
My life took me from the service to the campus, and after failing at
college several years before, I had some doubts about how I would do. And
when the GOAT dropped, my confidence rose, "I wrote so ill that I sold 10
mil, drop more platinum to fold more bills, you pop more shit, I show more
skill, greatest of all time and that's so real." I had no doubts who put
Russell Simmons up in that skyscraper. In 03 I finally got to see my first
show, with my wife,and our baby in her belly, took the drive to Indiana to
hear about the DEFINITION. Man I had no idea the stage was gonna get
rushed, while I was content to sit back and enjoy the moment, singing along
with every lyric. Fast forward 2006, Lbum was Todd Smith, as was the tour,
and my wife and I hit Chicago to see the man, sans Santana.
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1994 and high school was gone, but LL didn't leave me. I sacrificed for my
country, joining the Army. And it was boot camp 95 when the Lbum dropped,
MR SMITH. I was hurting from a relationship ended, but thinking how I was
"laying in the coup with my hat turned back, we caught eyes for a moment,
but that was that." That fall I was already telling the soldiers how this
man had deeply touched my life. That was 15 years ago man! 1997 and I was
serving knee deep in serving my country, and the new music was "Something
like a phenomenon" man it was tight. By then I was talking about how I'd
never seen Uncle in concert, never met him, though as a 14 year old boy I
wrote a letter to him c/o Def Jam telling him how his music went deep into
the depths of my soul, I'm white, not from the ghetto, not even a burrow,
but it don't matter. That's my guy.
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Moving into high school, the man they called Future of the Funk brought
tears to my eyes when he knocked em out and put himself on the mainstream
map. Now everyone knew who I emulated, imitated, and idolized: James Todd
Smith. But while my system was booming it was my Mr. Goodbar lines that I
was trying to work: "Honey, open up a bottle of brandy, better yet have a
piece of Cool J candy." Yeah, that made em CHILL. My LLBums weren't
getting played out cause they weren't fresh, they were getting WORN
out....But that wasn't it for high school, cause while I was still rocking
to the pre-Bad "Bristol Hotel" and "Rock the Bells", a new Lbum surfaced,
and it had the girls chucking when I talked about Pink Cookies. And before
games my playlist was ALL LL, from Radio to Nitro, Def Jam in the
Motherland to "Jack the Ripper--a man not a myth, aka James Todd Smith,
hard, like penitetary steel, breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal."
But I had new beats to synch with my memories and emotions of the time,
guys stepping to me on the court or to my girl? Well, "My new album ain't
no joke, you wanna take me out how many blunts you smoke?"
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