Saturday, January 21, 2012

Fayth Hope on VIMEO!!

What's good Fam?!  I've reached into my goodie bag and pulled out a special treat for you!  I am now chronicling the release of my album through video (cue the cheering Muppets)!  Below, you'll find the first installment of my video series "Out Of Obscurity", directed and filmed by Armard Andrews of Vidipop Video Design House.  In Episode 1, I share intimate details on how/why I launched a singing career, what drives me to create, and the album and its release.  Stay tuned, there are more episodes to come!

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Weebles Wobble, But They Don't Fall Down!

After the umpteenth request from one of my students, I am sending you guys an update thats long overdue.  Yeah I know, I gotta do better lol.  Anyhow, last time you were here I was preparing for Cola-Con...which turned out to be a huge success!!!  If you didn't go, shame on YOU because you missed one helluva show.  At that last minute, Talib Kweli decided to emcee and to add to that, 9th Wonder (who was originally there to support his artist Rapsody) ended up djaying the improptu set.  WHAT?!  As for my performance, it was...let's just say it was a true testament of my fortitude.  I'm gonna be very transparent and let you know what happened.  Chances are, you're gonna laugh you're ass off.  But that's okay, I invite it, because I laughed at myself too.

As you know, I performed on the all-female artist stage at the Cola Crawl (the multi-venue after party of Cola-Con).  I had just changed into my stage clothes and was preparing to zone myself out as I always do prior to performing.  The sun had already set and the people were walking the streets to all of the different venues.  While strutting in my gold, platform Jessica Simpson slingback shoes, with my multi-colored clutch in one hand and a cup of Red Bull in the other, I felt a piece of the ground drop from under my left foot.  My ankle caved inward, I fell hard on my knees, and somehow ended up flat on my back...on the asphalt...looking upward at the Columbia night sky...Red Bull still in hand.  The adrenaline kicked in and I was out of breath as my ankle throbbed and ached.  Then I panicked, because I remember seeing 9th Wonder and some of my Sounds Familiar cohorts close by (they were inside the Columbia Museum of Art in a room adjacent to the sidewalk near where I took the plunge.  'So what' you say?  The room had a huge glass window facing the street.  Now you understand?).  So by now I'm thinking, "9th Wonder and Preach and Open Mike and everyone out here just saw me bust my ass!"  Needless to say, I was mortified.  But I took a quick peek into the room and saw they were still carrying on with their conversation.  I was safe, whew!  To add insult to injury, a museum employee came up to me while I was still laying on the ground, asking me if I was alright and if I needed an ambulance.  In adamant protest I said, "No!  I have to perform in a few minutes!  I CAN'T LEAVE!!"  Then he had the nerve to accuse me of having too much to drink when he saw my cup.  I yelled, "I'M NOT DRUNK!!  THIS IS RED BULL!!".  He tried to help me up, but I told him I still needed a moment to get myself together.  I paused and then I said to him, "Sir, I have a question for you."  I held up my left foot for him to see.  "Is my shoe broken?"  Yes, I know.  After all of that, I was more concerned about my gold, platform, Jessica Simpson slingbacks (my babies were okay though lol).  I finally got up and I saw a friend of mine across the street and I screamed out to her what had just happened.  Actually, it sounded more like this, "Hey!  I just busted my ass!"  She came to the rescue and the museum employee got some ice for my ankle.  After dusting myself off (I had not one spot of dirt on me by the way), I limped over to the venue where I was performing, ice in hand, and sat and waited for my turn to get on stage.  And just as I imagined, everything worked out.  Once I got my bearings on stage, I was good to go!  No one could tell that I had a sprained ankle.  I had to do what I had to do.  Like they say, one monkey (nor a busted ankle) don't stop no show!

Yes, I may have fallen down, but I wasn't down for the count.  I got right back up.  So in the grand scheme of things, it was only a wobble.  There have been many setbacks and upsets on my musical journey.  That's the nature of the beast.  But I don't let the misfortunes deter me from what I'm seeking to accomplish.  Forward movement is a necessity.  You gotta summon your inner Weeble if you want to get somewhere in life.  Because, say it with me, Weebles Wobble, But They Don't Fall Down!