-The Basement
Sir Truth relocates his sound.

Such a move can be unsettling, but this time is for the best. Though the few moments without winamp can manifest some slight anxiety. Truthfully, it makes me uneasy when I can't hear the perfect tune for the time.

While I listened to a pea peddling pal of mine play guitar this evening, I noticed his songs to sound quite sad. I, of course, wanted something a bit more my steez, ya feel?

It was troubling like Alice in Wonderland sense, which by the way, the pea peddler pleaded be played next. His request reminded me, just as his sad song did, both brought about bad memories.... oh bother

"Please" If you're going to play a song, "make it a happy one".


The Barons- Don't Play That Song

-The Down Under
Some call it seedy but the questionable clientele give Sir Truth that extra bit of confidence.

This was to be his 3rd open-mic opportunity and Susan, Jamie, and Train were now becoming familiar with all of Truth's antics. He would either tell a joke...
All was success for the tandem on this night. As they closed out their set, other ODD members gathered.

A woman named Agnes even felt compelled to join them; now a newly formed trio as random as Sir Truth himself.

Leaving the regulars behind the flashing lights of our tax money showed up on a boy unfortunate enough to have chosen a bush for his bed pillow.
"Not tonight sonny."

When did humans start dictating the places where sleep is appropriate?

Why Sir Truth once fell asleep in the middle of South Miami Beach's busiest intersection.
He's a better person for it too.

I guess that's just how I feel.


The Soul Clan- That's How It Feels

-The Street
"No book or imagination that I have ever known could prepare me for the personality I was set to inherit."

No need to imagine, Sir Truth is real; and while he may be hard to find, his consistent unpredictably tends to keep him in the streets. He is a constant mover and his movements are regarded as a kind of swagger.

Walking in the direction of the dark end of the street, late night swagger influenced each step of my feet, and as I made it to the place of the West Knox Warriors, my inspiration for today's post appeared:

The Corner which multiple attempts at robbery against me have occurred.
Why had the assailants never been successful?
Sir Truth is quick, true, but the reason now struck me in a very different light,
the darkest light.

Perhaps nothing can be taken from someone whose invested in such a way as Sir Truth.
My advice, "diversify yo bonds." Your best insurance is not having anything, but
if you do feel the need to carry your valued possessions, besta watch out!


Arthur Conley- Stuff You Gotta Watch

-The Playhouse
Yesterday is a distant dream.
Sir Truth's first band practice felt so promising, but now, having sat in with the new drummer,
he could hear the sound of things to come.

Band practice is a funny thing. Sir Truth can sometimes be an over enthused musician. He gets ahead of himself often when assembling a group.
After expressing interest in so many musically inclined people, one can sometimes find themselves
overextended when the time for performing approaches.

Basically, I got some cats hyped and now I feel like a lying cheatin' dog that's been runnin' round
all over town.

If it's anything like the feeling of cheatin' on a woman, I want no part of it.

The performance is scheduled for the following weekend and the confrontation of artists will invariably ensue.
I'll be in the middle, caught, red handed.


I guess in a way...
makin' music is makin' love



Clarence Carter- I Got Caught Makin' Love

-Back Porchin' It
As your friend Sir Truth's mind wanders, fingers floating above the keys, the oddest of today's events appear in his memories.
Sir Truth is no faint heart but sometimes has been known for divergent thoughts...

While in my last moments of work I perused, with such confidence, holding the wheelchair in my tight grasp; the family stood round as I lowered him down a slight ramp toward the car in the driveway.

Unaware of the change in wheelchairs, and the different centers of balance, I lead this poor boy
to the edge of the walkway, consequently tipping him over, face first.
Sister was yelping, father was grunting, and mother kept reasonably cool; but my heart was racing for safety.

The chair's seat belt grew tighter and the look on this poor boy was discomforting to say the least.

Luckily, yours truly, did not seriously injure his patient and the family may someday forget.

I, on the other hand, am still a bit traumatized by the absentminded mistake; nearly letting a friend's life slip out of my hands, practically made my blood run cold.
Forgive, forget, relax and reminisce...



Ike Turner- She Made My Blood Run Cold

-The Summer House
A brief reflection of the night's events
After wetting our pallets at the faithful Fed. your companions, in typical fashion, began to discuss life and all its glorious mystery.
"How does a schizophrenic have better luck with women than me?"
asked my better half.
"He's got a job." Responds Sir Truth
Not to worry.
These posts will suffice for employment, as long as we have you, our trusty viewer.
However, it raises a difficult question,
"Why have women become incapable of properly initiating romantic inclinations?"
My inspiration for this post comes from the Nubian Princesses; that's right, my Soul Sistas.
They may be the only hope left for a man too lazy and apathetic (like myself) to approach the fine women he sees.
Dig this!



Charlie Whitehead- I Dig Black Girls

-Dirty Durham
This story begins in our backyard and takes us to Guatemala and beyond.
"Rufino Airvac, are you out there?"
In order to bring you the realest sounds, our field experts are located round the globe, ready and waiting to beam us back their experiences through music and written word (dirty taste included).


Renaldo Domino- I'll Get you Back

see you space cowboy....