The story of a tour manager on the road and at home. A single, empowered, black woman in a business not dominated by single, empowered black women. This blog is not for the faint of heart. Straight up talk about sex, sexism, racism, relationships and everything else. Hear the good, bad and ugly from a hardcore female pushing her way to the top of the music business and life no matter who tries to push back.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
PARIS
mmmm, this is truly, as we know, one of my favorite cities in the world. The promise of love and/or wild passionate events seems available on every corner. Seriously. I went to see Ayo and Imany. So much talent in France. I would love to sit here and work with a few artists on a few ways to execute. Meanwhile, as we all attract a certain type, I've attracted yet another handsome musician. Silver and black hair - a plus. Morroccan, barely any English, all the things that make me smile. Comes time to give me a ride home and would you believe there are not one but TWO car seats in his car....one turned backwards because, well, there is obviously a new baby.
"Dude, serioux?"
"please, permittez-moi expliquer"
"Child, s'il te plait. Il n'est pas necessaire pour expliquer. You's a nigga that's all. I know your kind well. Rue Bagnolet please."
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