I love carnival. I love Soca. I am Jamaican 🇯🇲. It writes itself. In my lifelong carnival chase, it only makes sense that I went home one time for the one time. Aight, so boom! 💥
Caesar’s Army A.M.Bush
Length. I’ll admit I didn’t get there RIGHT as the band house opened, and that may have been my undoing, but we waited for a while. The band house and distribution system were pretty organized. Far better than most of my experiences with pickups in Miami. I put my wristband on ASAP because I don’t want no problems. That’s like, my general mantra.
This went quite a bit faster. We waited in two groups, and were quickly processed before heading inside the mas camp to collect. I had some challenges with my costume’s fit, but fortunately, my section’s designer, Keisha Als was present and accommodating for my friend and I. Within an hour after voicing my complaint, a seamstress was at work on my costume.
FYI: Regardless of whether or not a thong is the only option pictured, please specify (and express to customer service representatives if need be) that you want a particular bottom. Also, the prototype will NEVER be the same as what you receive. NEVAH!
Dope. DJs were good. Bartenders and drink selection were good. Vibes were perfect for the first fete of our trip. UNTIL… the party went on forever. There were unidentified liquids all over the floor, the bathrooms ran out of toilet paper, and the bar was devoid of napkins. After a while, it felt like the two boats from the Dark Knight, and we were meant to choose. The Joker nearly had us dancing to death. But, I lived!
Semi-stush vibes. It was a good time, but so soon after Afloat we hardly had the energy to give a second performance. Kes was amazing, and so was Allison Hinds. DJ Puffy had a great set, and I LITERALLy ran into Shall Marshall. Star-studded, but we still left early because we were tired and hungry; the meat-free and pescatarian options were non-existent.
HOT AF! Lordt! It’s like we were being punished for the previous night’s wotlessness! We got there late, but no matter, the boat never left. It was a dock party. A boat-adjacent party. Medz were readily available, but shade certainly was not. Vibes where you could catch a breeze… then they ran out of water. Fin.
As always it delivered. A series of connecting busses to the bush, and a slightly bewildering walk in the dark to the trucks. Just enough time to get your mind right, and sip just enough social lubricant before the paint started to fling. I love it every time. Picked all the best food lines and got tastes of my favorites. Corn soup, doubles (well not really as they ran out of everything except chickpeas), and jerk. Then a long nap in the return bus. A.M. Bush is the best! Period.
Logistical failings aside, it was a good time. (If you register online, that means it automatically dumps into a cache. Then how TF are you unable to find my name!?) If you wanted, you could scope the ones you wanted to find on the road; see your pre-mas boo in costume. Very chill, multiple bars. Again, we left early; road in the morning.
Xaymaca Cool Down Fete
Sand, when carried by the wind, feels a lot like little knives. But thankfully, that was the worst part. Had the forethought to bring a bag and snacks, and we set up a little camp. As the sun set, and our drinks set in, it really was the best party of the entire trip. The DJs played a mix of music, and and the evening breeze was perfect. Perhaps because it was the last, we appreciated it more. Bittersweet.
The whole point. The reason I bought my flight and secured my AirBnb. If I’m being honest, I didn’t give it my all. Heart wasn’t in it. The heat was intense, the route felt forever-long, and the streets were so narrow that with stormers there nearly wasn’t room to breathe! I felt a little meh about my costume, and I knew drinking would only make me whiny. The pointy and obtrusive costumes were so painfully large, that at times we could hardly see. The lunch stop was efficient and just what I needed. The dinner stop, not so much. Vegan options were virtually nonexistent, so we left a bit early. Although, the end seemed somewhat ambiguous. Were we headed back out onto the road? We’ll never know.
Overall. Quite good. I will certainly be running it back. It owes me some money and I am going to get every one of my coins!
What are YOUR travel plans for 2018? If Roze Goes, so should you ‘
Let me first start off by stating that I absolutely HATE when people pronounce it “Valentimes Day”. When is Valentime? Point to it on a clock! When in the calendar year is it Valentime!? If you pronounce it this way, you
don’t deserve any chalky heart-shaped antacid candies. deserve to eat ONLY chalky heart-shaped antacid candies! FOREVER!!!
Pal-entine’s Day, Gal-entine’s Day, Single’s Awareness Day… For semi-Bitter Bettys and Barrys such as myself, this past February 14th took on a slightly different tone than the mainstream. For many of us it was a silent massacre. Millions of eligible bachelor’s and bachelorette’s unwanted bodies strewn about highways and workplaces; their faces twisted in agony with cold eyes glossed over. Tortured mercilessly, some for days, with your stories of how “Bae surprised me. He/She/It/They are sooo thoughtful!” We lept like lemmings to our deaths.
For me, it consisted of staring at my phone, rolling/thrashing on the couch, and sort of mumble-sobbing. Mind you, I’m usually that emotional on every other day, it just FELT more poignant on that day… you know, on account of the nationwide peer pressure. (Note to whomever: DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT get onto any social media on any holiday ever! Just don’t. Even Leif Ericsson Day.)
I’m gonna talk with (not TO, because I’m not your mom) you about what I, and perhaps you, SHOULD have done if you were V and/or D-less on Alentine’s Ay.
What you should have done was look yourself in the eye (with the aid of a mirror, I guess) and realized where love in your life MUST originate. It has to start with you. And its going to take work.
“The fact that someone else loves you doesn’t rescue you from the work of loving yourself.” – Sahaj Kohli
I know how it sounds, but without self love you will search for someone to love you, and you WILL be disappointed. In truth, you’re looking for someone to give you everything you need, and that person already exists. [clears throat and prepares for how lame this will sound:] YOU ARE YOUR SOUL MATE! [rolls eyes aggressively] Other people can only compliment you, they will not be a balm for every wound, address every fear or concern, and they will not/ cannot be your source of happiness. That well must spring from within. Otherwise, when theirs dries up you will be back at square one again, and the hunt for wholeness will continue. If/when they leave, you will be the worst kind of alone.
What does loving yourself look like? To know that, you’ll have to dig deep. Really examine many of your current and past relationships. Relationships of all kinds: friends, lovers, co-workers, and even enemies. They’re all vital in the shaping of your self-love. If you think about the way they made you feel, and the actions that yielded those feelings, you’ll put together a sort of make-shift recipe for self love. How can you replicate that satisfaction for and in yourself? This same process of personal-inventory will reveal to you what you can do in relationships with others to yield more satisfaction.
My Self Love Recipe
3 tbs. of regular physical activity 1/2 tsp. reaffirming motivation
1 cup of positive self-talk 1 lb. of workplace fulfillment
1 tbs. hanging out with friends 1/2 cup music and dancing
1/2 cup working on a passion/hobby 1/2 cup alone time (not TOO much)
1/2 tsp. getting cute and going out 1 cap-full of Moscato
1 pinch of new experiences
*1 handful of sexy chocolate man (can substitute caramel or macadamia)
* for experienced bakers ready to involve a partner
Finally, for my Bitter Bettys and Barrys, my sisters and brothers, don’t forget that Valentine’s Day is just a capitalistic ploy by THE MAN to shift from what’s really going on… BLACK HISTORY MONTH!!! [raises fist emphatically]
In parting I leave you with this,
Love your self. Black, white, alone, in a relationship, sorta short, freckly or what have you.
Remember to follow and join the mailing list. Love you! Kiss your mom for me!
Do you like traffic 🚘? Overpriced Drinks 🍸? Tourists 📸?
Constantly reminding you of how amazing it must be to live where you already live.
“There’s so much art and culture, you must really love it here! 😒🙄 I’d move in a second if I could!”
This year I focused on art: capturing, hearing, and tasting as much of is as I could!
Went to crazy galleries and triple booked myself so that I could see, experience, and do the most!
RIP 💀👻🧟♀️ to Flipagram! We hardly knew ye! 👼🏾⛅️✌🏾
Wanna know how you can be the best Basel Baby 🖼 👶🏾 possible?
No worries, I got you with this handy dandy
notebook resource guide!
The next time you’re “at the bottom”, as we Miamians say (only Pitbull actually says this) , make sure to look for me. I’m probably somewhere standing WAY TOO CLOSE to a painting!
I’m creating beef with security guards to up my street cred!
Check out a previous year’s Art Basel exploits with my friend Crystal @cryscassidy on IG!
Art is for everyone! It should only be free! #freetheart #freetheartist #rozegoes
So typically, what you would find here is feature or brief review of one ore more musical artists and a few of their respective songs. A couple YouTube videos, or a hyperlinked set of lyrics.
Not this month. This time it’ll be a month-long list of songs and artists that mean something to me. Epitomizing black music for Madam Rozé.
Let’s check what Wikipedia has to say…
So to switch it up I’ll be adding to this post daily (hold me accountable, dammit!) with the answers to each day’s question.
I’ll post days 1-3 here exclusively, and if you follow me on Instagram (or vice versa) you can see my real-time answers that I’ll follow up with an entry here!
Black Music Month: #30DayMusicChallenge
Day 1. “Too Close” x Next
In my defense I was, and still am, an odd child. I truly believed this song was about personal space. I didn’t see the video until I was already a man (Bane reference) and didn’t put two and two together because of my math anxiety. Sue me! I love it now that I’m an adult!
Day 2. “He Lives in You” & “Circle of Life x 🦁🤴🏾
Trick question, it’s a tie. I literally get chills every time I hear this. I got goosebumps pasting this link. Real talk. Lion King is a staple for most 90s babies, and ain’t nothin black-er or more musical than animated lions!
Day 3. “Boogie Wonderland”
x Earth, Wind & Fire 🌏💨🔥
I sweater god! If Taylor Swift tries to get her hands on this for the next volume of “Now That’s What I Call Gentrification!”, I will write a letter to my senator! Big mad!
Day 4: “Hotline Bling” x Drake
The young lady Aubrey Drake Graham describes seems to living her BEST LIFE! She has chosen to reject the stay-at-Home “good girl” narrative he shaped for her, and is flourishing beautifully. Classics misogynoir and heteronormative toxicity! Plus he a dead beat anyway. But that damn 7th grade maths teacher dance is my weakness!
Day 5: “This Woman’s Work”
Kate Bush x Maxwell
Pray God you can cope! Let me spell out the long and sordid history of this quasi-confusing song! First written by Kate Bush for the soundtrack of the film “She’s Having a Baby”, Maxwell covered it in the early 2000’s, and he quickly became a black people standard! His video, shows one of grief and loss as a lover copes with the death of his partner. And Kate Bush’s video, and expecting father deals with the stress of his wife giving birth and his surge of emotions. Somehow! Black people have made this a “get you pregnant” mix tape hit, but it wouldn’t make sense at all given the information from these two artists. However, I love it nonetheless, and a black man’s falsetto is a beautiful coveted thing!
Day 6: Fav Hip Hop/R&B Collab
“Let’s Get Married” REMIX
X Jagged Edge feat. Rev Run
I almost HATE that I love this song. I definitely used to think “wow, he basically states that we’re playing around, and not getting any younger!”, and I found that to be a little callous! BUT age has wizened me, and it hits my ears a little softer each time. I mean I’m not doing anything, and I could use the tax benefits, so why NOT get married!? 🤷🏾♀️
Day 7: Favorite R&B Duet
“Alone Together” Daley x Marsha Ambrosius
I’ll be honest. Daley kinda Rick Rolled me. He hit me with the Bobby Caldwell. :whispers: “At first listen I thought he was a black man!”. BUT the beauty of black culture, is that is welcoming and pervasive! Mazel Tov!
Day 8: Fave Remix
“Hurtin Me” Stefflondon RMX
Sean, Paul, Popcaan, & Sizzla
Roze’s Remix criteria questions:
1. Does it smack!?
2. More or less than the original?
3. Are there too many cooks?
4. Does the feel of the song change?
5. Beneficially? Or harmfully?
6. Does it achieve more or less acclaim?
This remix smacks harder in my opinion. It’s new features only enhance the song, and the new vibe created with indefinitely extend the life of summer anthem! I get to wail the lyrics while drinking mimosas. We are DEEP into brunch season!
Electric Soca, Electrik Karnival, TrapSo, whatever you call it, it’s Bess. This soca + EDM fusion sub-genre takes inspiration from traditional calypso, house, and dancehall, and modern pop and hip-hop.
On the cusp of this genre, solidifying it’s fan base with each new hit, are the Ultimate Rejects. Their hit “Full Extreme”, and the tens of subsequent road-mixes, won over the 2017 Carnival season.
If I love you. I gotta put you onto that new new!
And I do love ya.
This Monday we’re diving into Afrobeat!
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Diaspora Across the Water…
MC Fioti “Bum Bum Tum Tum”
MCs Zaac e Jerry “Vai Taca Taca Taca”
If I love you. I gotta put you onto that new new!
And I do love ya.