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Badu In T Minus Seven Hours; Feministe In T Minus A Few More

June 18, 2010

Guess what?  This lucky bug is heading to an Erykah Badu show tonight in Oakland!  With Ryan, Cat, and a friend of Cat’s (and I’m guessing we’ll run into a whole bunch of folks at the Paramount).  And Janelle Monáe is opening.  Looking forward to some amazing artistry and musicianship, and also to some marvelous audience engagement skills. (Video description and lyrics below the fold.)

janelle monae poster

erykah tour poster

(Random Sidenote: In order to stay up past my bedtime, I may need to treat myself to a rare favorite beverage: fresh-brewed soy chai with a shot of espresso. When I was in high school, my crew’s nighttime haunt, True Love Coffeehouse, used to call this concoction a “Jostled Gandhi.”)

And guess what else?  Starting Monday, I’ll be guest-blogging for two whole weeks over at Feministe, a feminist news-media-and pop-culture group blog that I’ve been following for years now.  Even wrote part of my college thesis about them.  Exciting stuff!

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Since I’ll be devoting a lot of time to composing posts for Feministe, there probably won’t be too much regular Kloncking happening here.  But I’ll cross-post everything I write, so please feel welcome — and warmly invited — to comment either here or there.

Have a wonderful weekend!  Take care, everyone.

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“Erykah Badu – Call Tyrone (Live)”

Erykah, standing between a four-foot ankh (i think?) and a pedestal with a large candle and incense, garbed in a long, slim, Batik-print dress, big silver necklace and rings, stacks of bracelets and arm cuffs, and one of those tall gorgeous headwraps that helped make her an icon, captivates a live audience with a cheeky, hand-gesture-filled performance of “Call Tyrone,” a single from her 2000 album Mama’s Gun. Folks are cracking up and singing along. Love it.

[Erykah says] Sistas, how you feel?
Brothas, you alright?
Let’s see how y’all groove to this…..

[Sings] I’m gettin’ tired of your shit
You don’t never buy me nothin’

See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul and Tyrone

See why can’t we be by ourselves, sometimes
See I’ve been having this on my mind
For a long time

I just want it to be
You and me
Like It used to be, Baby

But you don’t know how to act
So matter of fact

I think ya better call Tyrone
(Call Him)
And tell him come on,
Help you get your shit (Come on, Come on, Come on)
You need to call Tyrone
(Call Him)
And tell him I said come on

Now every time I ask you for a little cash
You say naw then turn right around and ask me for some ass

Oh, well hold up listen pa’tna: I ain’t no cheap thrill
Cause Miss Badu is always comin’ for real
And you know the deal, nigga


Everytime we go somewhere
I gotta reach down in my purse
To pay your way and your homeboys way
And sometimes your cousin’s way

They don’t never have to pay
Don’t have no cars
Hang around in bars
Tryna hang around with stars

Like Badu
I’m gon’ tell you the truth
Show and prove
Or get the boot

I think ya better, (Erykah Badu-He, he he)
(Call Him)
And tell him come on
Help you get your shit (Come on, Come on, Come on)
You need to call Tyrone
(Call Him)
[Erykah Badu] “Hold On”

But you can’t use my phone……..

One Comment leave one →
  1. Roger Nehring permalink
    June 18, 2010 2:48 pm

    I LOVE Erykah!! You are so lucky!

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