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Friday, 18th October 2019
Free Cyntoia: My Search for Redemption in the American Prison System




Cyntoia Brown-Long is a guest on The Breakfast Club dissecting pieces of her life she bravely shared in her new book, 'Free Cyntoia'.


The former prisoner takes us through her darkest moments in life from serving time convicted to murder to her brightest by finding refuge through faith, persistence and love.






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Feel The Funk / MOTOWN founder, Berry Gordy retires
« on: September 24, 2019, 11:02:12 am »
Tuesday, 24th September 2019
Berry Gordy to retire; Motown founder bows out after 6 decades
by Brian McCollum, Detroit Free Press




The Chairman has stepped down — and likely taken his final bow in Detroit.

Berry Gordy, the Detroit native who built Motown Records from a shoestring operation into a music, film and television empire, told a hometown crowd Sunday night that he is at last retiring.

"I have come full circle," he said onstage during Motown's 60th anniversary program at Orchestra Hall.

"It is only appropriate (to announce this) while here in Detroit, the city where my fairy tale happened with all of you."

The enterprising Gordy helped revolutionize American and global culture via Motown, shepherding young Detroit talent and eventually churning out stars such as Diana Ross & the Supremes, Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye, the Temptations and the Jackson 5.

Although Gordy sold the record label in 1988 and later parceled off its song-publishing arm, the 89-year-old has remained very much in the business of Motown.

In recent years, his creative pursuits have included a Broadway musical and a Showtime documentary about the company.

He's also been closely involved with the Motown Museum's $50 million expansion campaign, including a $4 million donation to the project last month.

Speaking to an Orchestra Hall audience that included many of the key figures who have been part of his six-decade Motown journey, Gordy said Sunday that he has contemplated retirement for some time.

"For years, I dreamed about it, talked about it, threatened it," he said.

Gordy's announcement was the dramatic conclusion to a nearly 40-minute speech that found him frequently veering from his written remarks to share old anecdotes, interact with Motown colleagues in the audience, and get "sentimental," as he put it.

He told familiar stories, like the life-changing moment as an 8-year-old when Detroit boxer Joe Louis defeated Germany's Max Schmeling.

And he bantered with Motown's Mickey Stevenson, seated in the front row, recounting the time he loaned his car to the roguish A&R chief for a lunch trip — only to have Stevenson and the vehicle disappear for two days.

There were poignant, reflective moments — including an admission that he has only recently come to fully grasp "the love" directed toward him and Motown's legacy.

"I was too busy to understand it, to appreciate it," he said.

Gordy, visiting Detroit from Los Angeles for the weekend's 60th anniversary celebration, also took part in a Sunday afternoon groundbreaking as the Motown Museum embarks on expansion construction.

There, he was joined by Michigan Gov. Gretchen Whitmer, U.S. Sen. Debbie Stabenow, the Rev. Jesse Jackson and others.

"This trip to my hometown Detroit has been overwhelming to me," he said Sunday night.

Gordy's speech capped the "Hitsville Honors" program, a lively, 3½-hour show that featured performances by Motown veterans (the Temptations, Four Tops, Martha Reeves) and younger acts such as Big Sean, Kem and Ne-Yo.

The evening also included a series of awards, including the Motown Legacy honor presented to him by director-writer Lee Daniels ("Empire").

Daniels earlier had saluted Gordy's production of "Lady Sings the Blues," the 1972 Billie Holiday biopic starring Diana Ross, as inspiration for his career path.

Daniels has embarked on his own Holiday film — "The United States vs. Billie Holiday" — and said that's what led him to Detroit this weekend.

"No way I was going to shoot this movie without kissing (Gordy's) ring," he said.

An up-and-coming songwriter, Gordy founded the company that would become Motown in 1959, with support from his entrepreneurial family that included an $800 starter loan.

It went on to become America's biggest black-owned corporation.

Gordy, who has lived in L.A. since moving his operations there in the early 1970s, will turn 90 in November.




















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Books / Supreme Glamour
« on: September 23, 2019, 08:12:06 am »
Supreme Glamour

This Is The Story you've been waiting for!

Supreme Glamour written by Mary Wilson of The Supremes, forwarded by Whoopi Goldberg and co-written by Mark Bego.

Mary Wilson tells the complete story of The Supremes, both on- and off- stage, from their founding in Detroit in 1959 as The Primettes to their 1964 breakthrough hit, “Where Did Our Love Go,” and from the departure of Diana Ross to The Supremes’ disco hits of the 1970s.


Supreme Glamour builds a complete picture of the charm, sophistication, and magic of The Supremes.





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Feel The Funk / Tekashi 6ix9ine Testifies
« on: September 19, 2019, 01:50:27 pm »
"I'm beginning to understand why Nikki got out of music."
Thursday, 19th September 2019
Tekashi 6ix9ine testifies Cardi B is member of Nine Trey Gangsta Bloods gang

by Emily Saul, Elizabeth Rosner and Jackie Salo




Rapper-turned-snitch Tekashi 6ix9ine threw rhymesters Cardi B and Jim Jones under the bus as members of the Bloods as he testified about how he used his former crew for fame, on Thursday.

The 23-year-old rapper, whose real name is Daniel Hernandez, ticked off the names of Nine Trey Gangsta Bloods members as he took the stand in Manhattan federal court against reputed associates Anthony “Harv” Ellison and Aljermiah “Nuke” Mack.

Under cross-examination, Tekashi confirmed that Cardi B was a Bloods member, though he denied he copied her blueprint for fame by including members in his music videos.

“I knew who she was. I didn’t pay attention,” he told the court.

During his testimony, the rapper has detailed his life of crime with the crew, all while name-checking members such as rapper Jim Jones.

The “Gummo” singer faces a mandatory prison sentence of 47 years, though he could walk free on time served for cooperating in the racketeering trial.

On Thursday, Tekashi was questioned on whether he was singing in the case to help the government or to get a more lenient sentence.

“Little bit of both,” he testified.

Cardi has said she used to be a Bloods member.














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Feel The Funk / PEDRO BELL
« on: August 29, 2019, 07:15:14 am »
Thursday, 29th August 2019
Pedro Bell, Artist of Funkadelic’s Iconic Album Covers, Has Passed Away
by Evan Minsker




Pedro Bell, the Chicago visual artist behind many iconic Funkadelic and George Clinton album covers, has passed away.


The news was shared by George Clinton and Bootsy Collins.

In his 2014 memoir, Clinton said the band began receiving letters from Bell around 1972.


“He doodled these intricate, wild worlds, filled with crazy hypersexual characters and strange slogans,” Clinton wrote.

Clinton and Bell began speaking over the phone, and from their conversations, Bell created his first cover for Funkadelic:


1973’s Cosmic Slop.


“When he sent us his interpretation, I was blown away,” Clinton wrote.


“It included pimps and hos, some of which were drawn as aliens with little worms coming out of them. It was nightmarish and funny and beautiful, a perfect fit for the music we were making.”

Bell went on to create many of Funkadelic’s best known album covers, including 1974’s Standing on the Verge of Getting It On, 1975’s Let’s Take It to the Stage, and 1978’s One Nation Under a Groove.

He also worked on a string of George Clinton’s solo covers, including 1982’s Computer Games.


Bell’s work has been displayed in museums and galleries internationally.

Bell was profiled by The Chicago Sun-Times in 2009.



The piece depicted the artist attempting to sell original versions of his iconic artwork while living in poverty and struggling with poor health.

Bernie Worrell performed at a 2009 benefit concert to help raise money for Bell.

















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Feel The Funk / Banned Kenyan Songs Are Restricted To Bars & Clubs
« on: August 27, 2019, 11:45:03 pm »
Wednesday, 28th August 2019
Kenya ban songs & restricts them to bars and clubs
by Africa News


Rayvanny Ft Diamond Platnumz - Tetema

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Two highly popular Kenyan songs have been banned by the country’s arts watchdog, the Kenya Film and Classification Board, KFCB.

Head of the KFCB, Ezekiel Mutua, on Tuesday disclosed that his outfit considered Tetema (a Tanzanian song) and Wamlambeez (by Kenyan music group, Sailors) obscene and had banned it from being played publicly.

He added that they could only be played in clubs and pubs for consumption of adults especially because they were sang in coded language.

Reports indicate that the songs make veiled reference to oral sex in parts of it.

“Tetema and Wamlambez songs are strictly forbidden outside of clubs and bars. It’s embarrassing to see even national leaders singing and dancing to the obscenity in public. The lyrics are dirty and not suitable for public consumption, especially children."
 
“Both songs are pure pornography. While we may not ban them because they are coded, it’s important for the public to know that they are dirty and unsuitable for mixed company. Let them be restricted to clubs, for adults only!” he tweeted.

With the current ban which has been widely criticised, the songs cannot be played on television, radio and on public buses.


WAMLAMBEZ - SAILORS (Miracle Baby, Shalkido, Masilver, Lexxy Yung, Qoqosjuma)

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The wamlambez track was released in April 2019.

It is sang in a popular local slang known as Sheng.


The video has grossed over four million views on YouTube.


It also features dance moves considered lewd.

Its popularity before the ban cut across the social strata.


While it has widely been sang at football games, political rallies have also had their fair share of using it.
















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https://www.africanews.com/2019/08/28/kenyan-watchdog-bans-pornographic-songs-restricts-them-to-bars-clubs/

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Books / The Water Dancer by Ta-Nehisi Coates
« on: August 21, 2019, 09:18:39 am »
Wednesday, 21st August 2019
The Water Dancer

by Ta-Nehisi Coates





And I could only have seen her there on the stone bridge, a dancer wreathed in ghostly blue, because that was the way they would have taken her back when I was young, back when the Virginia earth was still red as brick and red with life, and though there were other bridges spanning the river Goose, they would have bound her and brought her across this one, because this was the bridge that fed into the turnpike that twisted its way through the green hills and down the valley before bending in one direction, and that direction was south.

I had always avoided that bridge, for it was stained with the remembrance of the mothers, uncles, and cousins gone Natchez-way. But knowing now the awesome power of memory, how it can open a blue door from one world to another, how it can move us from mountains to meadows, from green woods to fields caked in snow, knowing now that memory can fold the land like cloth, and knowing, too, how I had pushed my memory of her into the “down there” of my mind, how I forgot, but did not forget, I know now that this story, this Conduction, had to begin there on that fantastic bridge between the land of the living and the land of the lost.



And she was patting juba on the bridge, an earthen jar on her head, a great mist rising from the river below nipping at her bare heels, which pounded the cobblestones, causing her necklace of shells to shake. The earthen jar did not move; it seemed almost a part of her, so that no matter her high knees, no matter her dips and bends, her splaying arms, the jar stayed fixed on her head like a crown. And seeing this incredible feat, I knew that the woman patting juba, wreathed in ghostly blue, was my mother.



No one else saw her—not Maynard, who was then in the back of the new Millennium chaise, not the fancy girl who held him rapt with her wiles, and, most strange, not the horse, though I had been told that horses had a nose for things that stray out from other worlds and stumble into ours. No, only I saw her from the driver’s seat of the chaise, and she was just as they’d described her, just as they’d said she’d been in the olden days when she would leap into a circle of all my people—Aunt Emma, Young P, Honas, and Uncle John—and they would clap, pound their chests, and slap their knees, urging her on in double time, and she would stomp the dirt floor hard, as if crushing a crawling thing under her heel, and bend at the hips and bow, then twist and wind her bent knees in union with her hands, the earthen jar still on her head. My mother was the best dancer at Lockless, that is what they told me, and I remembered this because she’d gifted me with none of it, but more I remembered because it was dancing that brought her to the attention of my father, and thus had brought me to be. And more than that, I remembered because I remembered everything—everything, it seemed, except her.



It was autumn, now, the season when the races came south. That afternoon Maynard had scored on a long-shot thoroughbred, and thought this might, at last, win the esteem of Virginia Quality he sought. But when he made the circuit around the great town square, leaning back, way back in the chaise and grinning large, the men of society turned their back to him and puffed on their cigars. There were no salutes. He was what he would always be—Maynard the Goof, Maynard the Lame, Maynard the Fool, the rotten apple who’d fallen many miles from the tree. He fumed and had me drive to the old house at the edge of our town, Starfall, where he purchased himself a night with a fancy, and had the bright notion to bring her back to the big house at Lockless, and, most fatefully, in a sudden bout of shame, insisted on leaving the back way out of town, down Dumb Silk Road, until it connected to that old turnpike, which led us back to the bank of the river Goose.



A cold steady rain fell as I drove, the water dripping down from the brim of my hat, puddling on my trousers. I could hear Maynard in the back, with all his games, putting his carnal boasts upon the fancy. I was pushing the horse as hard as I could, because all I wanted was to be home and free of Maynard’s voice, though I could never, in this life, be free of him. Maynard who held my chain. Maynard, my brother who was made my master. And I was trying all I could to not hear, searching for distraction—memories of corn-shucking or young games of blind man’s bluff. What I remember is how those distractions never came, but instead there was a sudden silence, erasing not just Maynard’s voice, but all the small sounds of the world around. And now, peering into the pigeonhole of my mind, what I found were remembrances of the lost—men holding strong on watch-night, and women taking their last tour of the apple orchards, spinsters remanding their own gardens to others, old codgers cursing the great house of Lockless. Legions of the lost, brought across that baleful bridge, legions embodied in my dancing mother.



I yanked at the reins but it was too late. We barreled right through and what happened next shook forever my sense of a cosmic order. But I was there and saw it happen, and have since seen a great many things that expose the ends of our knowledge and how much more lies beyond it.



The road beneath the wheels disappeared, and the whole of the bridge fell away, and for a moment I felt myself floating on, or maybe in, the blue light. And it was warm there, and I remember that brief warmth because just as suddenly as I floated out, I was in the water, under the water, and even as I tell you this now, I feel myself back there again, in the icy bite of that river Goose, the water rushing into me, and that particular burning agony that comes only to the drowning.



There is no sensation like drowning, because the feeling is not merely the agony, but a bewilderment at so alien a circumstance. The mind believes that there should be air, since there is always air to be had, and the urge to breathe is such a matter of instinct that it requires a kind of focus to belay the order. Had I leapt from the bridge myself, I could have accounted for my new situation. Had I even fallen over the side, I would have understood, if only because this would have been imaginable. But it was as though I had been shoved out of a window right into the depths of the river. There was no warning. I kept trying to breathe. I remember crying out for breath and more I remember the agony of the answer, the agony of water rushing into me, and how I answered that agony by heaving, which only invited more water.



But somehow I steadied my thoughts, somehow I came to understand that all my thrashing could only but hasten my demise. And with that accomplished, I noted that there was light in one direction and darkness in another and deduced that the dark was the depths and the light was not. I whipped my legs behind me, and stretched out my arms toward the light, pulling the water until, at last, coughing, retching, I surfaced.



And when I came up, breaking through dark water, and into the diorama of the world — storm clouds hung by unseen thread, a red sun pinned low against them, and beneath that sun, hills dusted with grass — I looked back at the stone bridge, which must have been, my God, a half mile away.



The bridge seemed to be almost racing away from me, because the current pulled me along and when I angled myself to swim toward the shore it was that current still, or perhaps some unseen eddy beneath, pulling me downriver. There was no sign of the woman whose time Maynard had so thoughtlessly purchased. But whatever thoughts I had on her behalf were broken by Maynard making himself known, as he had so often, with hue and cry, determined to go out of this world in the selfsame manner that he’d passed through it. He was close by, pulled by the same current. He thrashed in the waves, yelled, treaded a bit, and then disappeared under, only to reappear again seconds later, yelling, half treading, thrashing.

“Help me, Hi!”

There I was, my own life dangling over the black pit, and now being called to save another. I had, on many occasions, tried to teach Maynard to swim, and he took to this instruction as he took to all instruction, careless and remiss at the labor, then sore and bigoted when this negligence bore no fruit. I can now say that slavery murdered him, that slavery made a child of him, and now, dropped into a world where slavery held no sway, Maynard was dead the minute he touched water. I had always been his protection. It was I, only by good humor, and debasement, that had kept Charles Lee from shooting him; and it was I, with special appeal to our father, who’d kept him countless times from wrath; and it was I who clothed him every morning; and I who put him to bed every night; and it was I who now was tired, in both body and soul; and it was I, out there, wrestling against the pull of the current, against the fantastic events that had deposited me there, and now wrestling with the demand that I, once again, save another, when I could not even conjure the energy to save myself.



“Help me!” he yelled again, and then he cried out, “Please!” He said it like the child he always was, begging. And I noted, however uncharitably, even there in the Goose facing my own death, that I had never before recalled him speaking in a manner that reflected the true nature of our positions.



Excerpted from The Water Dancer by Ta-Nehisi Coates.

Copyright © 2019 by Ta-Nehisi Coates.  All rights reserved.

No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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Books / The 1619 Project
« on: August 20, 2019, 05:03:17 am »

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Producing / Richard Williams, legendary animator passes away at 86
« on: August 17, 2019, 11:03:39 am »
Saturday Morning Cartoonist, 17th August 2019
Richard Williams, Oscar-winning Animator, passes away at 86

by Alex Ritman




Richard Williams, the triple Oscar-winning and triple BAFTA-winning animator famed for his work on Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, has died.

He was 86.

His family announced that he died at his home in the British city of Bristol on August 16 2019.

Born in Toronto but having moved to the U.K. in the 1950s, Williams – who claimed he was drawn to illustrations and animation having watched Disney's Snow White aged five – received critical acclaim with his first film The Little Island, which won a BAFTA in 1958.

His first Oscar would come in 1971 for his animated adaptation of A Christmas Carol.

Williams also worked on two Pink Panther films and Casino Royal, but it was his work as animation director on Robert Zemeckis' 1988 comedy Who Framed Roger Rabbit? which would cement his name into animation folklore.

The live-action/animated comedy starring Bob Hoskins was a critical and commercial hit, earning $330 million and becoming the first live-action/animation hybrid film to win multiple Academy Awards since Mary Poppins in 1964.

Two of the film's three Oscars went to Williams, who also won a visual effects BAFTA.

Elsewhere, Williams directed, produced and wrote his unfinished feature film The Thief and the Cobbler, a painstakingly hand-animated epic inspired by Arabian Nights, which he started in 1964 and is considered his magnum opus.

Williams was also an author and teacher.



His best-selling book,  'The Animator's Survival Kit' is considered a bible in the industry, and has ben sold around the world and translated into nine languages.

Williams was still animating and writing until the day he died.







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Books / The Man Who Sold America - Joy-Ann Reid
« on: July 11, 2019, 07:20:36 pm »

One of my absolute favorite political commentators in the American politics game is enjoying the success of her new book, The Man Who Sold America by Joy-Ann Reid is number 9, two weeks in a row on New York Times, Best Sellers Hardcover Nonfiction list.


The MSNBC host of A.M. Joy talks about her analyses of Donald Trump's presidency as a guest on The Breakfast Club.

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Books / Dear Black Boy
« on: May 10, 2019, 11:03:51 am »
Martellus Bennett was a guest last night on CNN's CNN Tonight hosted by Don Lemon along with Jemele Hill, promoting his new children's book, Dear Black Boy.


Children's Book illustrations is always a deal breaker for me.

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In The News / LIFE, LIBERTY...GETTIN AWAY WITH S_____!
« on: April 29, 2019, 01:34:57 pm »
Don't know the story of America?
In the movie, 'Deliver Us From Eva' this line is mentioned that reveals exactly what this country's founding members meant when drafting the document, the U.S. Constitution, during the American Revolution that every elected official must swear an oath to honor, preserve & protect.


Let's call this topic, LIFE, LIBERTY & GETTIN' AWAY WITH SH!T!
The first subject & news story in this thread will be:

Monday, 29th April 2019
No Jail Time For School Bus Driver Who Admitted To Raping 14-year-old Girl
by Andrew Krietz
 


(WATERTOWN, New York) — A judge handed down 10 years' probation last week to a former New York school bus driver after he admitted to raping a 14-year-old girl.

Shane Piche, 26, will be registered as a Level 1 sex offender, according to the Waterford Daily Times.

The judge reportedly said because he had no prior arrests and there was one victim, the sentence was appropriate.

Level 1 is considered the lowest risk level out of three, and Piche will not be included in online sex offender databases.

He pleaded guilty in February to raping a 14-year-old girl who he met through his job as a bus driver with the city's school district, the newspaper reports.
 
Piche also was charged with unlawfully dealing with a child and endangering the welfare of a child after he allegedly gave the girl alcohol.

The Times reports Piche is required to pay $375 in court fees and surcharges, plus a $1,000 special sex offender registration fee.

The 26-year-old will also not be included in online sex offender databases because he is considered a low risk offender.







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Hudlin TV / Mama K’s Team 4
« on: April 16, 2019, 07:00:51 am »
Tuesday, 16th April 2019
Netflix Picks Up Its First Animated Series From Africa, ‘Mama K’s Team 4’
by Christopher Vourlias


Netflix is adding to its growing slate of African content with its first original animated series, “Mama K’s Team 4,” produced by South Africa’s award-winning Triggerfish Animation Studios and British kids’ and family entertainment production company CAKE.

The series follows four teenage girls living in a futuristic version of Lusaka, Zambia, who are recruited by a retired secret agent to save the world.

It was created by Zambian writer Malenga Mulendema, who in 2015 was one of eight winners of the Triggerfish Story Lab, a pan-African talent search backed by the Cape Town-based animation studio and The Walt Disney Co. The series is designed by the Cameroonian artist Malcolm Wope.

In the past decade, Triggerfish has become a powerhouse in South Africa’s burgeoning animation industry.

Its first two animated features, “Adventures in Zambezia” (2012) and “Khumba” (2013), are two of the five top-grossing South African movies of all time.

Mulendema said she was inspired by the experience of watching cartoons as a child in her native Zambia, where none of the heroes looked like her or lived in a world that resembled her own.

“In creating a superhero show set in Lusaka, I hope to introduce the world to four strong African girls who save the day in their own fun and crazy way,” she said.

“Most importantly, I want to illustrate that anyone from anywhere can be a superhero.”

Mama K’s Team 4” is the latest African original for Netflix, which recently announced its first two dramatic series on the continent.

The streamer is now collaborating with Triggerfish and CAKE on a pan-African search for local female writing talent to join the creative team on the series.

“In addition to giving African writers a global platform on which to be heard, we are excited to present this powerful and entertaining new animated series that brings Malenga’s incredible and unique vision to life on Netflix,” said Melissa Cobb, vice president of original animation at the streamer.

“‘Mama K’s Team 4’ has the potential to give a whole new generation of African children the opportunity to see themselves on screen in the powerful, aspirational characters they look up to.”

Triggerfish’s collaborations with the U.K.’s Magic Light Pictures have produced four multi-award-winning BBC Christmas adaptations, including Roald Dahl’s “Revolting Rhymes” (2016), which was nominated for an Oscar and won more than 15 international awards, including an International Emmy.

The studio is currently in production on its third animated feature, “Seal Team.”

Vanessa Ann Sinden, Triggerfish’s development producer, said:

“After animating four multi-award-winning BBC Christmas specials set in England, including the Oscar-nominated ‘Revolting Rhymes,’ Triggerfish is delighted to bring an African capital city to life on Netflix.”


















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Other Comics / ALIENS: RESISTANCE
« on: January 16, 2019, 08:59:35 pm »
Dark Horse presents “Aliens: Resistance”


Aliens: Resistance follows the events of the popular video game Aliens: Isolation which starred Ellen Ripley’s daughter Amanda Ripley fifteen years after the events of the original film as she fought for survival against the monstrous xenomorph aboard a remote space station while attempting to uncover the hidden secrets of her mother’s disappearance from the insidious Weyland-Yutani Corporation.

Now, in Aliens: Resistance, Ripley is kept silent by Weyland-Yutani now that the xenomorph threat has been brought to light. But when Zula Hendricks, the Ex-Colonial Marine from Aliens: Defiance, arrives in need of Ripley’s help to expose a sinister bio-weapons program, the duo teams up to lead a resistance against an upgraded arsenal designed to keep the darkest atrocities secret!

With an intense script by Brian Wood (Aliens: Defiance, Sword Daughter), cinematic art by Robert Carey (Power Rangers, Transformers), dynamic colors by Dan Jackson (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Call of Duty: Zombies), letters by Nate Piekos (Stranger Things, Black Hammer) covers by Roberto De La Torre (The Invincible Iron Man, Ms. Marvel), and featuring the return of Aliens: Defiance alum Tristan Jones on variant covers, Aliens: Resistance is the action-packed blockbuster comics series not to be missed!


Aliens: Resistance #1 (of four) goes on sale January 23, 2019, and is available for pre-order at your local comic shop.




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https://www.alienuniverse.com/post/news-aliens-resistance-cover-art

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Feel The Funk / CLYDIE KING
« on: January 10, 2019, 11:58:05 pm »
Thursday, 10th December 2019
CLYDIE KING

1943 - 2019

Clydie King was the background voice of many 1970s pop songs you've probably heard but didn't know who she was.

King naturally did backup for The Supremes' "Nathan Jones" to the Rolling Stones' "Tumbling Dice" and injected soul into classic rock ballards such as Lynrd Skynrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" (before the ditty became the anthem to southern racists) as examples of her musical presence.

Along with Merry Clayton, Venetta Fields and Shirley Matthews, King was one of the most in-demand backup and session singers of her time.

“I don’t remember all the people who I sung for,” she said in a 1971 interview in which she estimated she’s sung on 300 records by then.

In addition to several tracks on Exile on Main St., the list included hits like Linda Ronstadt’s “You’re No Good,” Arlo Guthrie’s “City of New Orleans,” Graham Nash’s “Chicago,” and Elton John’s “The Bitch Is Back.”

King also sang on albums by Steely Dan, Humble Pie, Joe Walsh, Phil Ochs, Carly Simon, Neil Diamond and Ringo Starr as well as the soundtrack to Barbra Streisand’s 'A Star Is Born' remake.

(King appeared in the film as well as one of the Oreos alongside Fields.)

Clydie King passed away Monday at age 75.





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https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/clydie-king-ray-charles-bob-dylan-singer-dead-777417/

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