Of Wattstax and Humor

I just watched the incredible 1973 documentary Wattstax on VH1. (It came on right after a Prince documentary, but I won’t write about my man today.) I can’t remember if I had ever seen Wattstax as a kid, but I watched it for the first time in November as an assignment for my Black Humor class. If you have VH1, check your local listings for a re-broadcast. It is amazing and worth a view and listen. On background, Wattstax was an all-star concert held at the Los Angeles Coliseum featuring the Stax Records roster. The concert marked the 7th anniversary of the Watts riots and served as a kind of black “Woodstock.” For $1 you could have seen the Staple Singers, Rufus Thomas, the Bar-Kays, Kim Weston singing the “Negro National Anthem,” and Isaac Hayes in a chain vest.The Rev. Jesse Jackson introduces Black Moses

      Why did we watch this in black humor class? Well, for one, in watching the film we contrasted and compared it to the recent, “Dave Chappelle’s Block Party.” We looked at the political and underlying social messages that the concerts conveyed as well as the comedy. For the most part, Block Party wasn’t political at all, but it was as musical feast, and Chappelle was hilarious. Wattstax, in contrast, was steeped in political overtones and the comedy was rooted more in pain. The concert footage was broken up with spoken interludes and conversations by various segments of the black community talking about the black experience, including biting commentary from the guy who played “Ned the Wino,” on Good Times, and Ted Lange, who played Isaac on the Love Boat. When his brother, who was light-skinned told a young Ted that he was a nigger because he was so dark, their mother told the brother, “Then I am not your mother, because all of my children are niggers.” In a black context, that is funny, but painful. But the star of Wattstax is a very serious, but funny, Richard Pryor, who serves as a kind of narrator or guide, throughout the film. Pryor is at his best. Sitting in a room with friends, just riffing and telling stories. It was Pryor at his understated best.

            In our Humor class, Pryor was a running thread throughout the course. Glenda Carpio, the professor who taught the class, even featured Pryor on the cover of her book, “Laughing Fit to Kill,” although the title comes from one of her favorites, Charles Chestnut. After previewing Carpio’s syllabus, I walked into the class expecting a daily dose of stand-up and comedy outtakes. It was not that at all. Carpio is another one of Harvard’s great young professors. I enjoyed her so much that I took her for two classes last semester, Humor and African-American Lit to 1920. It was hard to tell which class she excelled most in. Out of all of my classes, I think the students, as a whole, in her Af-Am Lit class were the most prepared. The discussions about texts like, “The Conjure Woman Tales,” “Uncle Tom’s Cabin,” and “Of One Blood,” were deep and rousing – to the point where mid-semester, I was content to just listen.

            In Humor, Carpio took us beyond the surface of the laughter and peeled back the layers to find out what was behind it. How the body was used in minstrelsy. How Pryor used his body. How Rock uses his voice. How Mo’Nique can take control over her sexuality after a life of sexual abuse. How the traditions of toasting, signifying and the dozens developed and emerged. How humor in the writings of George Schuyler, Chester Himes, Suzan-Lori Parks and Paul Beatty can be subtle, but powerfully suggestive, political and yes, funny.

            Back to Pryor for a second. When I was a kid, my mother had a copy of his album, “Is it something I said.” I used to listen to it all the time. It wasn’t on the syllabus, but I decided to revisit it on my own as part of the class. I was amazed at what I thought I knew and understood about the album. There is one section where a black man stands before a judge, and the defendant’s lawyer tries to explain why he had so many “kilos,” which is obviously a drug reference. I thought he was saying keyholes, and that the man had perhaps robbed a hardware store.  That is a crazy example of not knowing a word, but it is also an appreciation of what I have been able to get out of the class – a better sense of what black humor and comedy really is. In a way, Carpio has forced me to look at Pryor, Rock, Chappelle, even the Boondocks, in an entirely different way. To actually work while I am watching, reading or listening to comedy. And nothing is wrong with that.

One more note on Wattstax. There are several incredible performances – and I am not even including Hayes, who was the headliner. But there were two electrifying performances that any fan of Public Enemy would love. When you watch, pay close attention to the performances of the Bar-Kays and Rufus Thomas (as well as the speeched by a young Jesse Jackson) and listen to the vocal cues that would surface years later on the landmark album, “It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back.”

            “Freedom is a road seldom traveled by the multitudes.” Remember that? That was the Bar-Kays.

            Thomas’s “Do the Funky Chicken,” is sampled heavily as well as his voice, like when he yells, “Wait a minute,” which we know from “Night of the Living Baseheads.”

            As Jackson would say, “Brothers and Sisters, I don’t know what this world is coming to.”

Published in: on February 13, 2009 at 4:52 am  Comments (3)  

Second Semester

      The Second Semester is well underway and I have settled on five classes. I already know it is gonna be a ton more reading this semester. I checked out 11 books today from Widener that will serve as secondary reading on “The Bluest Eye,” “Up From Slavery,” and “Their Eyes Were Watching God.” And I still have to re-read the primary text – which is only 3 of the 22 books I have to read for Henry Louis Gates’ Graduate Seminar on the African-American Literary Tradition. Hey, check out Gates’ recent article on Abraham Lincoln, and watch his new documentary, “Looking for Lincoln,” which debuted this week on PBS.

Here are the other classes I am taking this semester:

•“W. E. B. Du Bois: Social and Political Writings,” taught by Tommie Shelby. I couldn’t leave Harvard and not take a class on this great man.

•“Religion 1513 – History of Harvard and Its Presidents,” taught by Peter Gomes, the pastor of Memorial Church.

• A Silk Road Course: Travel and Transformation on the High Seas: An Imaginary Journey in the Early 17th Century.

•“African and African American Studies 182: R & B, Soul, and Funk.” Last week, I posted a few soul videos and I wanted to share one more with you. We discussed Motown today and here is a rare, live version of the Supremes, “Where Did Our Love Go.” If you are familiar with the song, you can hear the slight differences.]

Published in: on February 13, 2009 at 4:50 am  Leave a Comment  

Save me Aretha Franklin

The Queen of Soul

The Queen of Soul

What can be better than walking into a classroom to the sweet sounds of Aretha Franklin? That was the case today when I shopped, “African and African American Studies 182: R & B, Soul, and Funk,” and walked into the room as the sweet sounds of Aretha’s “Save Me,” blasted through the sound system. (Quick reminder: shopping is the period at the beginning of the semester where students dip in and out of classes they might be interested in taking.)

I shopped three classes today, after looking at two on Wednesday. I plan on taking both classes I shopped on Tuesday – one in the Divinity School and the other on W.E.B. Du Bois. Of the classes I shopped today, I will only be able to take two, because of the times. I am set with the R&B, Soul and Funk. Today’s intro started out looking at Muddy Waters, T-Bone Walker and Louis Jordan and will roughly trace the genre of music up until 1982 – before the rise of hip hop. The readings for the class look interesting and the playlist is gonna be incredible. The emergence of Youtube has also made it possible to easily view some of the work. Like today, as we watched Water’s 1960 performance at the Newport Jazz Fest of “Hoochie Coochie Man,” and Louis Jordan’s “Caldonia.”  We will soon follow them with Aretha, James Brown, Little Richard, Ray Charles, Sly Stone, Motown, and Stax… I am gonna have a really nice music collection when this is over and a better understanding of the genre. Some might ask why take a music class? The same reason I took a Spike Lee class. To get deeper into the subject and understand the roots of what created this art form. Today, for example, we talked about and listened to 12-bar blues through Muddy Waters’ “Got My Mojo Working,” from 1956. It was a concept I had not been previously familiar with. This is gonna be a fun class. The choices for my other slot are: another music class, Global Hip Hop at 10 a.m., and the Silk Road at 11 a.m. The times overlap, so I can’t take both. Here are the basic course descriptions. What do you think I should do?

  1. Hip Hop World Order: Appropriation, Localization and Racial Identification of Global Hip Hop: Hiphop is a global phenomenon that influences social life far beyond the music and entertainment industries. Yet beyond descriptions and critiques of its mass appeal, few have considered hiphop’s development of standards and evaluations across nations and all artistic areas and culture. This course examines hiphop culture and the appropriation of hiphop, how local and national areas represent their culture through hiphop and issues of racial identification.
  2. A Silk Road Course: Travel and Transformation on the High Seas: An Imaginary Journey in the Early 17th Century: A course about global mobility, encounter, and exchange at the time that Harvard College was founded in 1636. Using the interactive resources of computer technology and drawing upon faculty experts from many disciplines, we follow imaginary voyages of three ships that leave England in 1633. Sites include London’s Globe Theatre, Benin, Barbados, Brazil, Mexico, Indonesia, Morocco, Istanbul, Venice, Virginia, and Cambridge, Massachusetts. Topics include the slave trade, reconnaissance, colonization, conversion, geography, navigation, and literary culture.

            I am leaning toward taking the Silk Road, no pun intended. I am shopping one more class on Monday. Will let you know how it turns out


Published in: on January 30, 2009 at 4:50 am  Comments (2)  

…It snows every day here

Weather in Boston has been for the most part dreary this winter. It snowed November and snow has been on the ground ever since. Today was the worst day. First it snowed, then freezing ran came about 2:30 p.m. All of the sidewalks are getting slick and I know that tomorrow morning (Jan. 29) is gonna be the worst walking day of the year. To make matters worse, this is shopping season, so I have to be out. Today, I shopped two courses, “W. E. B. Du Bois: Social and Political Writings,” taught by Tommie Shelby and “Religion 1513. History of Harvard and Its Presidents,” taught by Peter Gomes. I am definitely taking both of these courses. I have written about Shelby in this blog before, but I wanted to introduce you all to Gomes, the Plummer Professor of Christian Morals and Pusey Minister in The Memorial Church. He is one of the leading figures on campus and a serious religious and political figure. After class, he invited us all to his home for his weekly tea at 5 p.m. I felt bad going, because, as I said, it was pouring. I had my boots on and my pants were soaked. But when I got into his home, everyone else was soaked, so we all suffered the weather together. It was my first tea and it was pretty cool. Gomes’ crib is beyond phat and I had a nice conversation with some of my classmates, including one who was a 1988 Nieman. At exactly 6 p.m., a butler rang a gong signaling that it was time for us to go. I walked home in the freezing rain.

         I am shopping three more classes on Thursday: Universal Hip-Hop; The history of soul music; and an interesting course about global mobility from 1633.

         Pray that I don’t break my leg.

Published in: on January 29, 2009 at 5:08 am  Leave a Comment  

Ned M. and Rakim

I ain't no joke

I ain't no joke

Since I am the only person on Harvard’s campus who has ever lived in Chidley, I like to represent NCCU whenever I can. Early last semester, I was wearing my favorite NCCU sweatshirt, when this white student walked up to me and asked if I went to Central. I only mention his race, because it was rare enough to find people in North Carolina who knew about NCCU. Now here was someone in Cambridge who knew. The student’s knowledge of NCCU came from his love for Little Brother, the hip hop/rap group that hails from Central. The student is Ned Monahan. I have been fortunate to meet many great students here on campus and Ned is one of the best. His knowledge of hip-hop is deep and insightful and he is a good kid. He also does a hip-hop show for the Harvard radio station and last week snagged an incredible interview with rap legend, Rakim. He uploaded it to Youtube. Check it out and if you like the interview or you know of an artist who is gonna be in the Boston area and would like to be in his show, give Ned a shout, at (emonahan@fas.harvard.edu). 


Published in: on January 29, 2009 at 4:51 am  Leave a Comment  

Of Trains

On Sunday, I took a late flight back to Boston from San Diego. I was fortunate to get the flight that would get me back in Beantown at 11:30 p.m. Sunday, instead of my original flight that would have arrived at 10 a.m. Monday. I passed the time on the long flight by sleeping, listening to Prince on my iPod and reading the first two chapters of John Stauffer’s incredible dual biography, “Giants: The Parallel Lives of Frederick Douglass and Abraham Lincoln” What struck me were three particular instances in which Douglass road trains. In 1838, he of course escaped to freedom on a B&O train. In 1863, he took a long, dusty train ride, again on the B&O to meet President Lincoln in Washington. And in 1841, while working as abolitionist orator, he had to be physically and violently removed from a first class car of a train when he refused to go to the segregated car. It took a half dozen men to, “snake out the damn nigger.” By the time they kicked him off the train, he had literally ripped his seat out of the floor in his resistance. Hardcore. Douglass probably took hundreds of train rides in his life, but these three are examples of his strength and the sacrifices he and others made for people like me. So I land at 11:30 and catch the shuttle bus from Logan to South Station. As I waited at the South Station train station for the train to Harvard Yard, a young black woman – perhaps 22 – arrived on the platform spewing profanity. She was high or drunk, probably both. She said something about Obama and how she hated white people. Aside from her and including me, there were 5 black people in our train car. The rest were white and Asian. The more we road, the louder and more profane she got. It is funny, when things like that happen, how everyone else communicates with each other. The other black passengers shook their heads and when we made eye contact, we non-verbally acknowledged how embarrassing she was. The white folks looked at us as well. With their eyes, they told us to do or say something. All I can do is shrug and avert my eyes to them. I was embarrassed. One black guy got off at Kendall Square and yelled at the girl. Said she was sickening and an embarrassment. A white woman got off at the same time – I don’t know if they were together – but the drunken woman started cursing at him for being a sell-out. But what were the rest of us to do?

         Do we – I mean the black people – ignore her? I mean, she was annoying and disrespecting us as well.

         Do we say something to her? Come to the defense of the white people in the car? They clearly wanted us to say something.

         In the end, we said nothing. No one said anything. We all just tried to ignore her. By ignoring her, we pretended that it wasn’t happening. Hoping that the stain that she was making on the race would not splash on us. I have been thinking about that girl all week. What would I have done had she been white? Of if she was offending a train full of elderly or disabled people. I have also been thinking about her in relationship to Douglass. About Obama and what his election means to America, and to black folks. We have come a long way since the days of Douglass. Obama is living proof to that. But that girl on the train proves that we still have a ways to go.

Read this book

Read this book


Published in: on January 29, 2009 at 2:47 am  Leave a Comment  

Of Allen Lee



Watching wall to wall coverage of the Barack Obama inauguration on CNN, I nearly jumped out of my seat when I saw Allen Lee, one of my great chapter brothers from the mighty Gamma Beta Chapter of Alpha Phi Alpha (Spring 90), chilling on the Mall. Like millions of other, Allen and his wife braved the cold, (at one point standing in the same spot for 8 hours) to watch Obama make history. Here, is part of his story.
Jan. 20, 2009 

Ninety-One years old with less than a 3rd grade education, but smarter than I’ll ever be because of the wealth of experience they have. I asked them, “Grandma, Granddaddy what do you think about this Historical event?” They paused and shared so many stories of what it was and how much better it is and even how much better it will be.” They taught us and all of their many, many grandchildren to love everyone. Love is powerful and love heals all things!

I moved on to the next generation and talked to the original Allen Lee. From growing up in the Cotton Fields of NC to retiring after 40yrs at IBM with an amazingly successful career…”Dad, what do you think about this historical event?” He clutched his hands and bit his lip like he does when the emotion is overwhelming and he said, “I am happy because it is a clear sign that a new day exists.”

And finally, I stood in the one small spot on the National Mall in Washington, DCfor 8+ hours without moving to even go to the bathroom. It was 9 degrees with the wind chill factor and yet I was so warm inside. And I asked myself, “What do you think about this historical event?” I said to myself, “Finally, what I know I’m capable of so will others as they now have a visible and credible reference point.” I always knew that I was capable of great things, but the doubt of others was a very heavy weight to bear. The battle to achieve greatness will always be tough, but the lack of a reference point will never be again.

Although amazed and moved by the weight of this historical event and yet the timing (the day after Martin Luther King‘s Bday), my hope is the positive energy that we all felt today will move this country to a new place. 

And to him, born of me – my son…Master Allen Bryson Lee. 

You will never know the world as I once did. I never knew the world as my father did and we will never know the world as my Granddaddy did. What you will know, is it is up to you. You have no excuse! Greatness is expected of you and that is my command.

My father shared this poem with me and I look forward to the day I share it with you. I find myself quoting this in my head during tough times:


Out of the night that covers me, 
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be 
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance 
I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance 
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 
Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years 
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate, 
How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate; 
I am the captain of my soul.

Allen Lee and his wife, Michelle, at the historic inauguration of President Barack Obama.

Allen Lee and his wife, Michelle, at the historic inauguration of President Barack Obama.

Allen Lee


Published in: on January 23, 2009 at 8:13 am  Leave a Comment  

I, Barack Hussein Obama…

Today, January 20, 2009, Barack Obama took the Oath of Office as the 44th President of the United States of America. I didn’t attend the inauguration. Since I am not currently working in a newsroom, I knew I would not be covering the event, so I decided to stay in Cambridge and save a little money and stay warm. I began to regret my decision after my linebrother, Ron Brinson, called me Sunday afternoon from D.C., asking me where was I. His wife, Kobi, is a law school classmate of the new president. I regretted it more when I saw my chapter brother Allen Lee on CNN standing behind Soledad O’Brien during one of her standup. I should have been there. But in lieu of that, I, along with several Niemans and other members of the  Harvard community watched it in the Hip Hop Archive of the

W.E.B. Du Bois

W.E.B. Du Bois

W. E. B. Du Bois Institute for African and African American Research. It was great company, great food and a few tears as we watched the historic moment. In 1903, Du Bois wrote in the “Souls of Black Folks,” “The Problem of the 20th Century is the problem of the color-line.” Standing in the center named for the great scholar, watching the first African-American become president of the United States, I couldn’t help but wonder what Du Bois might have thought today.
Also, if you didn’t see it, I added a clip of the great Joseph Lowery’s benediction. Joe Lowery is an American Giant who helped found the SCLC with Martin Luther King Jr. He, along with guys like John Lewis, C.T. Vivian and Fred Shuttlesworth, are the real deal when it comes to civil rights. And, he also officiated my wedding.

One final note. Being here at Harvard and being an American, you can take some things for granted. So when the Queen of Soul Aretha Franklin walked to the podium Russian Fellow Andrei Zolotov earnestly asked, “Who is that?” The whole room went silent. Doesn’t the whole world know who Aretha Franklin is? Apparently not. But, I will be sure to make sure that when Andrei goes back to Moscow, he will have an Aretha Franklin CD. Check out Tommy Tomlinson‘s blog on the inauguration and watch early concert footage of the Queen.

Published in: on January 21, 2009 at 3:21 am  Comments (3)  

Primal Scream

The current temperature at 1 a.m. Jan. 13 is 15 degrees here in Cambridge. I just got home from Harvard Yard, where I just saw about 500 naked people. There are several traditions at Harvard that are long-standing, enduring and just plain weird. There is the touching and kissing of John Harvard’s foot. Trying to have sex in the stacks. And, perhaps the strangest of them all. Running through campus naked on the night before exams. This is Primal Scream. It starts off literally as a scream. At Midnight on the night before the beginning of Final Exams, students gather on Harvard Yard for a ritualistic scream. Then hundreds of them strip naked and do a lap, or two, around Harvard Yard. The Harvard Band – dressed in blazers and shorts – gathered in front of John Harvard to play while the screamers run. As you can imagine, there are more men runners than women. And there is actually nothing sexual about the sprint. The students run through the yard in a blaze and the whole thing only lasts about 20 minutes. The thing that amazed me the most was after the Scream was over. While we gawkers went home several naked students blissfully walked around Harvard Yard as if nothing was odd about the fact they were buck-naked. Playing in the snow and looking for their friends, with seemingly not a care in the world. What a scream. Check out Tommy Tomlinson’s blog for more new on primal scream.



This is not my photo. It originally ran in the Crimson last year).

One of these five people will run for president one day. (Note: This is not my photo. It originally ran in the Crimson last year).






Published in: on January 13, 2009 at 6:52 am  Comments (5)  

Vanity vs. Apollonia

           Washington vs. Du Bois. King vs. Malcolm. Ali vs. Frazier.

            Vanity vs. Apollonia.

            In the annals of history, there have always been great debates. Since school is out and I am freezing, I decided to dig into the great Vanity/ Apollonia debate of the mid-1980s.

            First a little background. I started thinking about this a few days ago when I came across a CD copy of Sheila E.’s self-titled 3rd release. I had a cassette of the release and I found a vinyl copy in Harvard Square a couple of months ago. But the CD has been out of print and had risen up to the top of my wish list – along with, The Harp, by Augusta Savage. (If anyone has one, hook a brother up). It is a great album, probably Sheila’s most complete album and features, Hold Me, Love on a Blue Train and the classic, Koo Koo, my favorite Sheila E. song. Check out the Koo Koo video featuring the incredible Cat. So the album got me thinking about women who have been affiliated with Prince. As far as full talent is concerned, Sheila is rivaled only by the great Wendy & Lisa, the musical and spiritual backbones of The Revolution. Could you imagine what a band made up of just Prince, Sheila and Wendy & Lisa could produce?

            But when you think of Prince women, the first thoughts always go to Vanity and/or Apollonia – the interchangeable sexpots.

       Vanity  was the first. She came in 1982, when Prince got the idea to form an all-girls band called The Hookers. Simply known as Denise Matthews at the time, Prince wanted to call her Vagina, but she balked and Vanity and Vanity 6 was born. Their first, and only album was kind of hot, with songs like the funky, “If a Girl Answers, Don’t Hang Up,” and the classic, “Nasty Girl.” Here is the video and here is the audio. (I couldn’t find them both together.) Vanity and Prince became somewhat of an item that was based more on perception than artistic merit. Prince wrote and produced all of Vanity 6’s songs, and The Time played behind them in concert. But when Prince decided to do the movie Purple Rain, Vanity jetted, because she wanted more money.

            So in steps Apollonia. Patricia Kotero was a model who won a nationwide audition to replace Vanity. She became Apollonia and the group, Apollonia 6. Their first and only album came out to coincide with the movie and featured, “Sex Shooter,” and “A Million Miles.” Because of the movie tie-in, Apollonia’s album actually, outsold Vanity’s.

            But musically, Vanity 6 was better than Apollonia 6. While Apollonia’s album seems rushed, the Vanity album was a complete package and drenching with drenching sexuality. “Nasty Girl,” was a song that could be played on the radio, but what about “Wet Dream,” “Bite the Beat,” and the beautiful, “3X2=6.” In all, there were 8 solid songs on the album.

            Apollonia’s album had 7 songs. But what is probably more significant is what is not on the album. Somewhere midway through the project, Prince lost interest in the album and removed several songs that had been intended for, or originally recorded by Vanity. Those songs, which probably would have remained had Vanity stayed, were farmed out to others and became major hits – like Manic Monday (Bangles) and Glamorous Life, Next Time Wipe The Lipstick Off Your Collar and Oliver’s House (Sheila E.). Prince used another song, “17 Days (The Rain Will Come Down, Then U Will Have 2 Choose. If U Believe, Look 2 The Dawn And U Shall Never Lose),” as the B-side to his, “When Doves Cry.” And yet another song, “Take Me With U,” a duet with Prince and Apollonia, was used on the Purple Rain soundtrack. So all that was left for the Apollonia 6 album was “Sex Shooter,” another song that was originally recorded by Vanity.

            The singing on both albums is not great, but voice wise, a prefer Vanity. Her voice was throatier and sexier. Conversely, at times, Apollonia sounds bored. I feel that Vanity believes it more. Side by side, in their prime, Apollonia might have looked slightly better than Vanity, but Vanity might be one of the most desired women in modern pop history. She could be nasty, raunchy, seductive and playful at the same time. Apollonia is that girl you grew up with who was regular until she became a senior and made a conscience effort to become one of the popular, hot girls. Sure she was popular and hot, but there was still something missing.

            Vanity was that girl that was always a year or two ahead of you. Mysterious, a little bad and not attainable. And you liked it.

            Long live Vanity.

           Epilogue: I would be remiss if I didn’t give a shout out to Susan Moonsie and Brenda Bennett, who were in both groups. They are way underrated and long forgotten. But they had a couple of nice tunes on both albums – “Bite the Beat” and “Some Kind of Lover,” by Brenda. And “Ooo She She Wa Wa,” “Make Up,” and “Drive Me Wild,” by Susan. Interestingly, all of Susan’s songs were done in strange, on note monotone. But they were so innocently hot. In retrospect, Susan could lay claim to being as hot as Vanity and Apollonia. Check out “Drive Me Wild,” for yourself and be the judge.

            (add your comments to the debate.)

The great Vanity

The great Vanity

Apollonia in her heyday

Apollonia in her heyday


You be the Judge



Published in: on January 3, 2009 at 3:56 am  Comments (20)