Monday, October 31, 2016

You Covered Me - Donald Lawrence & Hezekiah Walker

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Saturday, October 29, 2016

A Tribe Called Quest - Award Tour

Raphael Saadiq feat. Q-Tip - Get Involved

Phife Dawg Forever: Q-Tip Announces Final A Tribe Called Quest Album

Q Tip Reveals A New Album From A Tribe Called Quest Album Is Dropping November 11

Great news for hip-hop fans! Q-tip took to his social media accounts  last night to release a beautifully penned handwritten note which revealed that he, Phife Dawg, Ali Shaheed Muhammed and Jarobi began work on another album before Phife passed away. 
Check it out below:

November 11 is right around the corner. We can’t wait to listen to what is sure to be a gem of a project. #RIPPhife

And that's my birthday!

Friday, October 28, 2016

Alex Isley-Into Orbit

For my interview


I removed my diamond studs from both ears.

I shaved my beard off. I love my beard.
I got rid of my moustache.
I showered, and brushed my teeth.
I oiled my bald head.
I put on a crisp white shirt, put on a red and blue tie.
Put on a suit.
Put on my Jean Paul Gaultier cologne (every time I wear it, women ask if they could smell me)

I made sure to look as conservative as possible.

I didn't want the people to find any reason to prejudge me in addition to what I always expect that they will use.

I know this for a fact;

Just because a company is qualified to be an Equal Opportunity Employer, it doesn't mean that they are. The strength of that law is like a pit bull with no teeth or arms.

Friends always ask me why I always remove my beard and moustache and earrings, or why I even wear a suit when I have an interview. They don't understand that they're born with something that I don't have; the luxury of privilege. I've always known that  I have to do more than one-hundred percent to be considered equal. So, I have to go the extra mile to be acceptable. My extensive resume and my friendly personality means nothing if my skin color trumps it.


over the phone, the recruiter spoke to me about an insurance benefit consultant position that I would be perfect for, but when I showed up for the interview, the position wasn't available; I was told there might be an opening for the insurance benefit consultant position in the future.



I removed my diamond studs from both ears.

I shaved my beard off. 
I got rid of my moustache.
I showered, and brushed my teeth.
I oiled my bald head.
I put on a crisp white shirt, put on a red and blue tie.
Put on a suit.
Put on my Jean Paul Gaultier cologne, and I made sure to look as conservative as possible.

All for nothing. 

But I have no choice but to be hopeful.   My job is somewhere out there. 

Saturday, October 22, 2016


Medicine For The Nightmare

"...October 4 was the first day of what the television networks referred to as The Friday Night Fights.  The validators prepared Beverly for what was about to happen. When she was informed that all the television networks paid The Republic of Texas upwards of 1million dollars for the 30 minute segment , she smiled. She  loved the idea of herself, and the world,  watching her husband being  emasculated on  live, national television.   The local news station  even sold Friday Night Fights  t shirts.  Beverly  was asked  if  the event could occur at her home. The Validators wanted the situation to be ironic, that he would be punished in the place where he would be the most comfortable. As a result, reporters from Texas, Canada and the U.S. descended on her front lawn like locusts, alongside an ambulance and medical personnel.  Some even show up the evening before to guarantee a good spot, though it would occur in the living room of her house. Beverly had invited every one of Trenton’s ex-girlfriends, even a younger sister whom he had beaten, to be in the audience, at her home along with her sister, her mother, and friends.  Beverly decided to throw a potluck party that evening...."

"...The Friday Night Fights was to be simulcast on all the major networks at eight thirty that evening.   The first event of its kind, companies paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for thirty second  commercial spots.
While in handcuffs, Trenton had to be dragged from the back seat of the police car, through the crowd of news crews from all over the world to the front door of the house.
When he entered the house there was music playing and people were dancing.  A party?  A celebration?  What the fuck? 
The atmosphere was more festive than he had expected. They escorted him to the middle of his living room near the fireplace where they told him to stand.  Along with Sinclair there were  5 police officers ,  a videographer, and a court reporter. Beverly sat on the sofa, eating guacamole and chips,  surrounded by her guests, seated next to her and  in chairs. She wanted him to see the look on her face..."

From the creative mind of Alieux Casey-George,  comes the third novella in the Designer Strait Jackets and Other Short Stories series;

Medicine For The Nightmare

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Andy Allo- People Pleaser

So consumed with being nice that I forgot to live my life
Such a people pleaser, now I see I wasted so much time
Yes they like me, but they expect me to be there at a drop of a dime,
well I changed my mind

I used to be a people pleaser, but I had a change of mind
I used to be a midnight teaser, now I just wanna take my time

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Busta Rhymes feat Erykah Badu - One

What I wanted to do

when  this woman didn't like my Kaepernick jersey I had on today when I was at Lloyd Ctr Mall and said he should get out of the usa if he hated america so much- via GIPHY

But i didn't.

Thursday, October 13, 2016

My friend Alec

Yesterday was my friend Alec's 49th birthday. I treated him to lunch and some beers. We've been friends for about 25 years. His dad( rest in peace)  called me his son from another mother. His mom calls me that as well. Everyone I've met though Alec calls me Mr Casey. His parents still call me that-not because I prefer that, but because Alec has always had to correct people's  pronunciation of his name since childhood-people would always call him Alex. He hated that, so to differentiate between the 2 of us, I'm  Mr Casey. I don't mind. It's funny though, because I feel that people think I prefer to be called that. What I find interesting about it is that, whenever I see someone I know, and wonder how I know them- if they say hey Mr Casey, then I know I met them through Alec. 

Deborah Cox in "The Bodyguard"

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Show me something good

I see this pic and I'm reminded of going grocery shopping with my grandfather
when I was this boy's age. In Montreal we'd go to a friend's backyard and pull up collards and turnip greens, then go to a few butcher shops to get fresh rabbit, coon, chitterlings, hog maw, gizzards, bacon, whole  chickens, whole turkeys, and go to fish markets to get catfish. His girlfriend made all the cakes.
My mom always favored the catfish, My favorite was the chitterlings and the coon. Until  my sister and I found out that coon was short for raccoon and that chitterlings were pigs' intestines. And that hog maw was the pigs' stomach lining. I stopped eating the coon when my grandfather's girlfriend's daughter told us that raccoons eat everything they see, and that they even gnaw through buried coffins and eat dead bodies. We stopped eating hog maw too.  My sister and I  never stopped eating chitterlings since  we watched our grandfather, on many occasions, clean them until they were squeaky clean. And they were so good with Louisiana Hot Sauce.

I learned alot from my grandfather. And not just about cooking.
He loved his daughters (my mom and her two sisters) and he demanded respect, and he received it. Though he and my grandmother separated when my mother was eight, he was a full-time father and he supported them financially and emotionally, 100%.
Even if we were wrong, my grandfather wouldn't allow our mother to yell at us in his preference.
"Shut up Jean. Leave them kids alone," he used to say. My sister and I were little. We loved it. We used to playfully tease our mom because she had to be nice to us. Even if we were wrong. My mother never once, in her life, talked back to him.
"yes Daddy," she used to say.
My sister and I used to repeat to her; "yes Daddy,"
and giggle amongst ourselves.

I miss him.
From the day he retired to his death,
he cooked full time for a retirement home,
and every holiday meal at his home was interrupted by homeless people knocking on his door, asking for a meal.
And he always stepped away to make a plate full of whatever we were eating.

If I could be half the man he was, I'd be glad.

I respect the elderly anyway, but also, every time I see an older male, I always think 'he's someone's grandfather. I hope that whoever they are, they are appreciating him and learning as much as they can about life from him.'


Sunday, October 9, 2016

What's the best piece of advice that you received?

  1. Don't listen to what people say. Watch what they do.    - me
  2. Treat people better then they deserve. You need to be on the good side of  karma-my grandfather
  3. Follow your own dreams and live where you want to live, whether it's Toronto or Paris - Ron Cage
  4. If God can raise Lazarus from the dead, He can take care of your needs- Marva Swanagain

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Saturday, October 8, 2016

What is the Soundtrack to your life?

One of my favorite childhood memories is visiting my grandfather on holidays, and enjoying whatever he was cooking. I remember 8 track tapes of James Taylor, BB King, Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes, and Al Green playing in the background as I was in the kitchen watching my grandfather making turkey and stuffing, or cleaning chitterlings or peeling potatoes, and/or frying chicken.
You could probably tell, since most of my posts are Youtube videos; music is a huge part of my life.   I remember once, about 20 years ago, my sister said she was going to remove me as a benificiary on her life insurance policy because she thought I would spend all the money on music! I'm not sure if she was serious, but anyway, yes, I love music. Music is powerful -it has the ability to mentally  transport you back to times- good or bad. It transports you back to old relationships, college days, your first love, your  first and most recent heartbreak, etc. There are some romantic songs that make me cry. There are some songs I couldn't hear until about ten years after college. I missed my college days and those certain songs would remind me of the life and times that I missed so much.  This is the sound track of my life:  Click on each to listen.

Love Hangover

I'm Still In Love With You

You Don't Have To Be a Star (to be in my show)

Too Much Too Little Too Late


The Love You Save

Endless Love

Do You Know Where You're Going To ( Theme From Soundtrack Mahogany )

Soft and Wet

Boogie Wonderland 

Let's Groove

Feel The Fire

Somewhere There's A Love

Turn Off The Lights

Bein' With You

You and I


Wide Receiver

I just want to be

Star Love

Sweet Thing

What Cha Gonna Do With My Lovin'

Never Knew Love Like This Before

Get off

Good Times 

I wish

Turn Your Love Around

 Lover and Friend

Never Too Much

Get It Up


One Nation Under a Groove

Atomic Dog


Then Came You

Never Be The Same

Come Give Your Love To Me

I Call Your Name

There'll Never Be The Same

When Love Calls

Your Love Is So Good For Me

Top Of The World

Sir Duke

Say,Say, Say

Saving All My Love For You

Love Under New Management

I will amend this list when other songs come to mind. What is the soundtrack to your life? 

10/1/07 to Present day


  -and i looked around at my new environment and I said to myself, what the hell am I doing here?
-and my friend Chris said, "do you know you're the only black person here?"
-and my friend Daniel says  "don't black people drink beer?"
-and my friend Tom says "don't black people like soccer?"
-and my friend  Jason says   "do you know you're the only black person here?"
-and my friend  Brian says "don't black people like football?"
-and my friend   Chris says "don't black people like farmers market?"
-and my friend   Jeff says "don't black people watch other than Tyler Perry movies?"
-and my nephew says "don't you like black people?"

Thursday, October 6, 2016

A lesson learned

So a few months ago I did a friend a favor. They promised they would return the favor within a certain month, but that month has come and gone. They call me and text me regularly with no mention of the return of that favor. I hate reminding people of what I think should be a giant elephant in the room. I'm not going to say I made a mistake. I'll just say it's a lesson learned. 

Faith Evans - Mesmerized (HD)

Wednesday, October 5, 2016


Some people notice a change in someone's attitude towards them but don't realize the behavior that caused the change. 


                     I'm just ready to be more, have more and do more. 


I tried to drink it away
I tried to put one in the air
I tried to dance it away
I tried to change it with my hair

I ran my credit card bill up
Thought a new dress make it better
I tried to work it away
But that just made me even sadder

I tried to keep myself busy
I ran around circles
Think I made myself dizzy
I slept it away, I sexed it away
I read it away

Away, away, away, away, away, away
Away, away, away, away, away

Well it's like cranes in the sky
Sometimes I don't wanna feel those metal clouds
Yeah it's like cranes in the sky
Sometimes I don't wanna feel those metal clouds

I tried to run it away
Thought then my head be feeling clearer
I traveled 70 states
Thought moving around would make me feel better

I tried to let go my lover
Thought if I was alone then maybe I could recover
To write it away or cry it away (don't you cry baby)

Away, away, away, away, away, away
Away, away, away, away, away

Well it's like cranes in the sky
Sometimes I don't wanna feel those metal clouds
Yeah it's like cranes in the sky
Sometimes I don't wanna feel those metal clouds

Away, away, away, away, away, away
Away, away, away, away, away

Sunday, October 2, 2016

To do list for the week October 2-8

  1. Find a Graphic Novelist for my novella Medicine For The Nightmare
  2. Write letter to Governor of New York 
  3. Get information about how to do coding
  4. Talk to someone about my idea for a social networking app
  5. Try to find ways to increase sales of my novellas on Amazon Kindle
  6. Go to Jos A. Bank to buy a suit (my shoulders are too broad for my height)
  7. Make travel plans for birthday
  8. Talk to Immigration Attorney
  9. Work out intensely every single day
  10. Drink about 8 12 ounce glasses of water every single day 

Saturday, October 1, 2016

To put it simply,

Today a friend's new girlfriend, in striking up a conversation, asked how long I lived in Oregon. I told her that as a matter of fact, a couple days ago I've been here 9 years. Then she asked if  I liked it here. I told her no. Then she gave me the look one would give if they saw a horn growing out of someone's forehead. She said;
"what's not to love?"
I said, "Oregon isn't for black people who identify with black culture."
Then she gave me that look again. I knew what she was going to say. She said, "But there are black people here."
I told her that : "as of the last US Census, the black population here in Beaverton is 1.67%. Not even 2%, and in Portland it's 4.92%. Not even 5%. It's that small. The only time I see black people is when I go to church, or when a new Tyler Perry movie comes to town. As much as I have tried, I don't have a single black friend here. I have lots of Asian and White friends but not a single black friend. And I've been here 9 years."

And then I said something else that I knew would blow her mind; the fact that at every social event that I attend, I am the only black person in groups of hundreds of white people, and every black person I have met here has been so used to being the only black person around that new black people pose a threat to the attention they receive by being the only black people white people know. And older black male informed me of that. I have been to countless house parties and dinner parties where I am the only black person present, and in that rare moment where another black male or black female shows up, they will go out of their way to avoid me. They will not speak to me. They've been raised during elementary school, junior high school, high school and in college, surrounded by white people which would also become their dating pool. I pose a threat, yes, even to black people here; my blackness poses a threat. To reiterate, Oregon isn't for me because while I am at work, I have no choice but to kiss white folk's asses to keep a roof over my head, but socially, on my own time, I need to identify with my culture, and Oregon is completely devoid of it."

I didn't expect her to understand, but she asked my opinion. She confessed that I was the first black person to whom she had ever spoken.. Then she told me about how dark  black people were when she was in Jamaica; about how she could only see the whites of their eyes and their teeth at night.

Her boyfriend knew that I was about to educate her ( ie. cuss her out), so he pulled her away and asked where we were all going to eat for dinner.