Dear Mom, these are my words. Since I'm too young to have a social media account, Dad will post it for me...."I could never have known that when it was my time to show up on earth that I would win The Most Amazing Mother lottery. I didn't even realize the lottery was a real thing, but I won it big time. Mom, If I never win a foot race or a science project award or soccer game or a spelling bee or a random prize drawing or the good candy out of the birthday piñata I want you to know that you are a prize infinitely more valuable than any and all of those things. I'm not sure what infinite means, but I heard dad say it once and it sounded really big. I wouldn't trade you for all the hot wheels on earth. You're the bomb mom. Daddy and I don't want to imagine our world without you in it. We love you. I love you. I'll try really hard not to booty burp or regular burp all day as a show of my appreciation for all you do. I don't really know what appreciation means either, but there was a Teachers Appreciation thing at school last week and my teachers seemed really into it so...."
From #gobigblue to #thebluewhale. All LA. All blue.
All day. #princewasarevolution
The Beautiful Ones. For a Prince who would be King. Full song on my YouTube page /davidryanharris
In the spring of 1980 I was 12 years old.
I don’t really remember a lot about 7th grade.
I remember loving to sing.
I remember that my love for girls was blossoming, but not yet all consuming.
I remember loving the radio.
I remember loving pizza.
I vaguely remember wishing that my clothes were cooler on a more consistent basis.
I remember feeling like I was in a weird space because I wasn’t really a kid anymore, but I wasn’t quite a Dude yet either.
I can’t say for certain, but odds are I probably had a Jheri curl.
As fate would have it, I ended up going to a concert with my cousin Denice and a couple of her girl friends, one of whom I was crushing on a little.
First on the bill was Lenny White, who had a hit with a silly song called “Peanut Butter” h. I didn’t know much about him. I though it was kinda funny that a grown man was singing about peanut butter though. In hindsight there’s probably some sexual innuendo that went over my head at the time. I should go back and listen with Rated R ears now that I’m an adult.
Next on the bill was this “Prince” fella. I knew he had a few songs with pretty cool grooves. I saw him on American Bandstand.
“Soft and Wet” was funky and also just slightly over my head on the sexual innuendo scale. Without admitting it, I probably thought he was referring to a really comfortable Slip N Slide.
I knew and liked “I Wanna Be Your Lover” and “Why You Wanna Treat Me So Bad”. But the truth is, I was a little confused about his persona. His whole look.
I mean, I knew dudes who had perms, but Prince’s perm was on some Farrah Fawcett type shit.
He was naked and riding a pegasus on his album cover, plus his voice was higher than my Mom’s.
Headlining for the night….RICK JAMES!
What more do need to say? “We want Rick to funk us up!!!!!!”. I felt so cool screaming that at the top of my lungs and substituting “fuck” every now and then slightly under my breath. “You and I” h, I’m in love with “Mary Jane”, h, “Bustin Out”, h?!?! Come on!!!! This was gonna be awesome. I had never smoked weed, but I was pretty sure the Omni Arena in Atlanta was full of it.
THE REST OF THE STORY IS ON MY FB PAGE.
Front yard. Tiny frisbee. And killing the hair game right now.
"Somebody" was just eating the last of the Nacho Cheese flavored Doritos before wiping his hands all over his face. #delicious #nofilter