DC89YJxgSZ4/hqdefault.jpg' alt='Jazzy B Songs Mp3 2013' title='Jazzy B Songs Mp3 2013' />Boogie Woogie Flu. Editors Note Today is the 6th Anniversary of the Boogie Woogie Flu. Id like to thank all of the talented contributors for helping me limp into another year as I continue to personally have little to say. Im truly grateful for all the fine contributions I have received over the holidays, and today, from Michael Gonzales, an excellent piece I read in 2. Jazzy B Songs Mp3 2013' title='Jazzy B Songs Mp3 2013' />Blackadelic Pop which he has graciously let me republish on the occasion of what would have been Elvis 7. Birthday. Happy Birthday Elvis and long live the BWF. Michael A. GonzalesElvis was the king of rock n roll, huh I guess somebody forgot to tell the folks up in Harlem listening to James Brown Black street comedian on 5. Street circa 1. 98. Elvis Presley was my nigga forget the fact that on his dying day on August 1. King of Rock n Roll was grossly overweight and popping more pills than a pharmaceutical student. Definitely, it might be best to ignore the oft spoken truths that to this day linger like an unchained melody that define the master of hypnotic hips and unmovable hair as a mommas boy who boned teenaged girls years before R. Kelly was born, munched peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and blasted TV sets in the hallowed hotel rooms above the neon glow of Vegas. Even if there are many folks that agreed with Brit author Martin Amis when he wrote, Elvis was a talented hick destroyed by success, to me he was so much more. Like the other Caucasians in my then personal canon of pop culture cool which included Sean Connery, Elton John, Henry Winkler, Charles Bronson and Clint Eastwood, Elvis had a style, swagger, and charisma that radiated beyond the confines of the television screen. Steam Achievement Manager 6.4 there. Though too young to recall the red, white and blue tears people wept when John F. Kennedy was assassinated, or the shattered glass streets of chocolate cities across America when Martin Luther King was slain, the untimely announcement of Elvis last gasp rocked my world. Devoted In Death here. Having dealt with death only a few times in my then young life mothers suicidal friend Thomas, grandmas aged boyfriend Joe, I was devastated by the announcement of Elvis demise. As my first rock idol in the days before I realized that black dudes were supposed to reject Presley on principle, I watched with rabid interest as folks across the country cried while sharing their favorite Elvis memories with the newscaster. In a Kodak flash, I relived those many late nights when me and baby brother would stay up past our bedtime just to sneak peeks at the Elvis flicks that were broadcast occasionally in the midnight hour on the CBS Late Movie. From the fury of Jailhouse Rock to the kitsch of Viva Las Vegas to the goofiness of Speedway, we were both enthralled by the manic energy of Elvis. While mom had a monthly subscription to Ebony and Sepia magazines, and had even enrolled us in an after school class in Black History, we never realized that we could be considered traitors to the race for digging the sounds of a guitar strumming bad boy standing on the hood of a stock car or tonguing down va va voom Ann Margret. Spending the latter part of the summer of 7. Jazzy B Songs Mp3 2013' title='Jazzy B Songs Mp3 2013' />Aunt Rickys crib in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, where she, Uncle Ed and older cousin Denise were the only brown faces in the community, issues of race were never discussed. With the exception of the peaceful image of M. L. K. on Sunday morning church fans a constant reminder that a mere few years before, down south brothers and sisters were still sitting in the back of the bus or being bitten by police dogs, there was no talk of integration, race relations or the countless student uprisings that still rumbled in colleges campuses. In her late thirtes, Aunt Ricky was a beautiful brown skinned woman with a wide smile, a thick body Uncle Ed called her butterball, and a voice that had a stern singsong lilt that she used years later for preaching in the pulpit of a various churches in the wilds of Pennsylvania. Dressed in a multicolored housedress, Aunt Ricky leaned back in a brown living room chair, exhaling heavily. Gazing at my emotional reaction to the news of Elvis exploding heart, Aunt Ricky unexpectedly dropped a bomb on me. You know, Elvis was a racist, right she declared. Without the hint of a smile, it was obvious she was serious as a bottle of moonshine. Turning away from the tear stained faces being transmitted from in front of the pearly gates of Graceland, I was puzzled. You know, Aunt Ricky continued, he once told a reporter, The only thing colored folks can do for me is shine my shoes and buy my records. Now, if thats not racist, you tell me what is. AOL Radio is powered by humans Great radio is all about unexpected connectionsthe kind that an algorithm cant predict. Pick any station in any of the 30 genres. Contents wordvietnam. Nightlife. For this months cover story, we went out a lot. Christmas. Gift Guide. Your shopping list, Wordstyle. All Artist and labels interested in purchasing a slot or buying a feature on this playlist email stylezmajormusicgmail. T0LVZnHKoW4/UcwWi_KJKzI/AAAAAAAABb8/NFuijaKQIGQ/s1600/best-of-luck-8.jpg' alt='Jazzy B Songs Mp3 2013' title='Jazzy B Songs Mp3 2013' />In a low talking voice that was damn near a Marlon mumble, I said, That cant be true. Elvis would never say anything like that. Coming from the melting pot of New York City, I had never experienced, at least not to my knowledge, the kind of racism that still simmered on the other side of the George Washington Bridge. Other than a white cop, who had threatened to kick my black ass two years before admittedly, I did call him a pig first, but that is a whole other tale, I had no idea that such strained relationships between the races still existed. Its true, Aunt Ricky declared with so much conviction, one would have thought she had been in the room when the venomous words were supposedly uttered. You know what they sayWhats that I wondered. White is right, she answered. Feeling betrayed by both Elvis and Aunt Ricky, I excused myself from the room. Personally, I didnt want to believe it, but who was I to question the wisdom of a grown upYears later, I wondered why none of the adults in my life ever bothered to school us kids about the early days of black music, when a rowdy Negro named Ike Turner whose 1. Rocket 8. 8 was recorded at Sun Studios a few years before Elvis shuffled through those same doors was considered the first true rock star. Not once did one of the elders put a copy of Little Richards Tutti Fruitti on the stereo and declare, This is the true king, kid. Now, bow down. In his masterful Last Train to Memphis 1. Peter Guralnick, cites a piece that appeared in Jet magazine on in 1. Tracing that rumored racial slur to its source was like running a gopher to earth. Some said Presley had said it in Boston, which Elvis had never visited. Some said it was on Edward Murrows show, on which Elvis had never appeared. Jet sent Louie Robinson to the set of Jailhouse Rock When asked if he ever made the remark, Mississippi born Elvis declared I never said anything like that, and people who know me know I wouldnt have said it. Robinson then spoke to people who were in a position to know and heard from Dr W. A Zuber, a Negro physician in Tupelo that Elvis Presley used to go round to Negro sanctified meetings from pianist Dudley Brooks that he faces everybody as a man, and from Presley himself that he had gone to colored churches as a kid, churches like Reverend Brewsters, and that he could honestly never hope to equal the musical achievements of Fats Domino or the Inkspots Bill Kenny. To Elvis, Jet concluded in its August 1st, issue, people are people regardless of race, color or creed. Driver Android Adb. In 1. Elvis is Dead, which featured a cameo from Little Richard, I met Living Colour guitarist Vernon Reid. Flipping through the cluttered bins inside Sounds record shop on New Yorks sleazy St.