The BGA

I went to see M.I.A. last night at the Phoenix here in Toronto. She had the flu (again…) which could explain here inability to finish her own lines and constant handing of the mic to the audience.
but i wonder what explains her itty bitty short little show??? last time i saw her was at La Tulipe in Montreal, her show was short but it was some hot shit, and the whole house was moving, and by moving i mean seriously rocking out, and she played a short set but it was live and, big AND here, she was the opening act for LCD sound system, this time she was the headliner, her set was no more than 40 minutes and wait time between the opener who was on stage for approximately the same amount of time lasted nearly an hour. first sign of weakness.
The second was a little more disturbing. now i guess i should preface this argument with my own personal philosophy:
Being a pop singer is a privilege, a privilege that thousands of people would love to have and M.I.A. happens to have it.  Musicians at M.I.A’s level of popularity (a.k.a. solid fanbase but no mainstream success) have to work really hard and don’t get paid tons of money… ok, but like i work real fucking hard and i dont make tons of money, shit my parents work hard, so do my sisters and almost every fuckin person i know. I know people who make lots of money but have those crazy chartered accountant jobs, or investment banker shit you know, none of them are involved in creative production. Even the best paid people i know in creative production still need to have a secondary source of income. a.k.a it’s really hard to make money when your make your cash of your creativity and ideas. I’m not saying i want to be poor or that M.I.A. should have to be poor but somehow her explanation for selling out, i mean licensing her song glang to HONDA, didn’t sit right for me.  her most popular song, the one that got us all listening dancing and talkin about this new broad with a rad beat and political message will be used to entice young people to drive hondas, (which according to M.I.A. 100 000 Canadian Tamils drive ????) she says she will send the money home (wherever that is… and by that i mean make up your mind bitch your pulling a bit of a Nelly Furtado, every interview you give you have some different reason for why you consider yourself either a londoner or a tamil) Pull up the poor??? where exactly are the landfills that northamericans send out our old useless and pollutant rich car carcasses to at anyway? but she really wanted to "come clean"  and besides she has to "make money somehow" what with "all the bootleggin.’
it made me feel dirty and used, and i didnt want to dance to my favorite song. and sure maybe thats harsh but M.I.A. is not beyonce, she has staked her career on her "conscious" lyrics, poor friendly aesthetic and ostensibly "critical politics" this kind of shit makes all that seem like lip service.
People who know me well may find this overly critical and maybe even hypocritical seeing as how i was given $9000.00 last year from a tobacco company to produce a solo show, only the big difference was i was not allowed to advertise the company that gifted me nor was i obliged in any way to mention their name whatsoever, it was a charitable donation for someone who had zero financial backing, not a ‘the works already done just collect the check and sign the dotted line and that part of your soul belongs to us’ kinda deal
anyways it just felt weak. I know you can come better than that, i’m sick and tired of your loose rap.

ok. now the uplifting part of the blog…
R.Kelly is a sleezebag child fucker and wife beater.
His wife is heading for the hills she’s had enough of having to pretend she’s still eleven, the age she was when they met 3 years ago. evidently her attempts to portray a pre-teen weren’t convincing him and he liked to slap her around a bit… mtv.com quotes her as saying he would apologize saying ‘i’m not a wife beater, i hit you with an open hand… you made me do this"
o.k. so most of the stuff i’ve written came straight out of my imagination, except the open hand slap thing which i did read at mtv.com oh and the part about him being a sleezy child molester. it may not be proved yet, but really if youre not convinced that a guy who looks just like r. kelly, with the same tattoos in HIS living room fucking a 13 year old he happened to have bought from her parents for $30, 000.00 in the video is R.Kelly, you are as stupid as he is.
he’s a pig and esthero is right about one thing… (and one thing only) we are in need of a musical revolution (lets just hope she opts not to be part of it, her recent album is la cheese fest) one that does not include "a grown ass man[who has] rape[d] a girl [still being played] on the radio"

don’t molest children, its way harsh. BGA xo

Hiya cats
so little by little things are begining to shape up… except for my finances which are still grim, and which my weekly astrospecial horoscope tells me i need to pay specific attention to. Duh, i’m a leo, we always need to pay specific attention to our  finances, it we’re not spending all our money on fun and gifts to make people love us, we’re flat broke and hoping someone we gifted will have us over for dinner. anyways i am deffinitly not buying gifts for anybody, i am broke ass. and all i want is for my goddamn mother to cosign a line of credit… i don’t understand, hasn’t my negligance and irresposibility proved i am the perfect candidate for a big time loan???
$10,000.00  would be nice, but what i really want is $15,000.00. My little sister could have $25,000.00 if she wanted but refuses to make one, what a bitch, the only person i know with good credit who could get her own line of credit without having to get her mommy and daddy to co-sign and she wont just get one and give it to me. she doesnt want to ruin her credit blah blah blah… as if. She’s only 22, she doesnt know anything yet, her credit is as good as burnt toast, just give her another year or two, and she’ll be kicking herself for not having loaned me that deniero. she’ll be broke ass and unable to get credit from the bank, when she could aready have it, and once it’s given they cant really take it back can they… or can they? do any of my many many readers work in a bank? if you do, can you do two things for me? 1. can credit be taken away? and 2, can i have a line of credit? please?
anyways, now i live in Toronto, the big smoke, the expencive town with fancy hair, old school sunglasses, tight jeans and one hell of an attitude… sounds like montreal doesnt it??? so all you fucking wankers who go on about how great la belle province is and how scummy toronto is, can eat a bowl of rancid dicks, cause the losers here, look just like the losers there.
maybe it doesnt help that i live in posh centralle near the boutique hotels and hipster kids, my first day out, i went with christine to get some goat roti (one of the many perks of being back in the t dot) and everyone i saw was all hipped out, i looked like and effin loser with my dick in my hands, it was kinda funny, serves me right for pulling a kabalah and leaving my house in cleanup clothes.
speaking of hip people in my neighbourhood, once i get a job im gonna buy some new clothes and look fabulous and then i want to find Catto and resume my existance and the worlds most lovely, so who has catto’s contact info cause each e-mail i send her comes back to me, and i lost her phone number when i threw my cellphone at that bitches head.
anyways there money to mke and i dont want to miss out.
See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya (unless your really really rich)
bga.

leaving montreal was a poetic disaster. i bid la belle peovence farwell emcumbered by the most fiting catastrophic and deranged derailement of plans possible. The day of the scheduled move torrential verging on huraconous rains and winds swept through town taking all of the u-hauls intended for the montreal movers to lord knows where, in fact there are still a good 15 M.I.A….. speaking of which M.I.A. is headlining her own tour, check your own local listings.
anyways,10 am turned into noon, which in turn got pushed back to 4 pm, which finally became "hopefully twomorrow by 6 pm" which as far as i was concerned was beyond unacceptable, and since i spent a good portion of the day waiting on hold only to hear lies and illusion. So i flipped a bit, i was still nice to Pierre from the call center, but i got him to get me a truck for 9 am instead of 6 pm, and i also got him to give me extra milage and a %50 redux in price, the only catch we had to drive to granby to pick the bitch up….
thanks QC you coudn’t just say, "goodbye, please write, i love you…" no, you had to leave your fucking cant ever get it right the goddamn first time stench on me like a lingering genital infection.
well i’m here now, its sunny, my apartment is sunny, and huge. i am broke like a mother fucker, but i’m with my sisters and i’m commited to a clean room.
I will miss montreal, mostly alana, V, Sarah B, and all you other cool people i love, and love to touch… you know who you are hot stuff.
I wish you all the best. i wish myself, better and sooner.
BGA.