Guest guest Posted September 21, 2008 Report Share Posted September 21, 2008 HAAAAA!!! Good one!!! You want to hear a great short story of my experience with black people? They LOVED & PROTECTED me! Read on... CHAPTER 33: Watts Riot A little while later we’re driving through friggen Watts, ‘SH*T!’. There are burned out buildings, burned car shells, and graffiti on the walls and shop windows: ‘Black Owned’, ‘Soul’, ‘Black Power’, and so on. Black dudes and people are roaming about. ‘F**king hell!’ Greg is driving as usual, with John Peel next to him in the front and Steve, Glenn and Moe and I in the back. We’re towing a trailer with the equipment behind. We all look out the windows at this surreal and scary scene. Greg breaks the deadly silence. ‘Sh*t, man. This place looks like a friggen war zone!’ ‘Well it was just a few months ago,’ Steve says. ‘Those were the worst riots ever in LA history! I’m like, ‘Jeez, man, this is spooky!’ The others just laugh at my unintended pun. ‘Not spooky, I mean scary, man! What are we doin' here?’ John pipes up, ‘You guys love the blues. Well, tonight you get to play at an authentic blues club.’ Greg quips nervously, ‘So authentic they're gonna kill our poor white asses?’ Ha ha! I mean, ‘sh***t!’ John goes on, ‘Besides, I needed to book a couple of gigs to help pay for the recording session tomorrow. Gold Star is one of the best studios in Hollywood and it isn't cheap. We're lucky to get in there at all.’ ‘Well, if you say it's cool, then cool with me’ Moe assures him. ‘Man, I hope so!’ says Greg, unconvinced. ‘Rick's right, this place is spooky!’ We all laugh together with Greg. Finally we spot the dimly lit neon sign of a small Watts blues club, The Inferno and pull up in front. As we all begin to load the gear in, a crowd of heavy, scary-looking black dudes stand around checking us out. We work in silence, too afraid to speak out. The small blues club is dark and smoky. We’re setting up the equipment, watched by a club full of bloods who are murmuring stuff as they see Glenn pull out his 'cowboy' slide guitar. We get ready and are all set up on the small corner stage. I take the mike. ‘Test! One two three, test! OK! Hi everyone. We're the Misunderstood, and we're here to play the blues! ‘OK, guys!’ We start up ‘Blues With A Feeling’. After the first verse the crowd bursts out clapping and shouting applause. Sh*t! We’re like, really relieved that the all black crowd likes us. ‘Thank God ‘fo daa blues, sukka!’ We blast out about twelve blues numbers and finish off with ‘Goin’ To New York.’ What the? When we stop playing the crowd is silent. Jeez! Gulp! Then all at once the audience swarms around the stage pulling us down and hugging us and buying us drinks. I spot Steve with a group of blacks. One dude tells him, ‘Way I figga, yo all playin' betta blues than old Jefferson las' night.’ ‘Thanks, we love the blues,’ Steve smiles. Another black dude says, ‘Man, y'all the blues brothas, fo sho.’ All the other blacks start talking at once and they’re all slapping us on the backs and praising us. God! Look at friggen John Peel! What a huge grin! After the gig, as we’re outside loading the stuff into the U-haul trailer, two carloads of white-trash rednecks screech to a halt in front. One is a pick-up covered in primer, the other a Chevy convertible. Three rednecks jump out and come over to us. One asshole pushes me, and Steve immediately jumps in between. ‘Shiiit, what you pansies doin' here in nigga land?’ this dickhead asks. Steve’s like, ‘Man, it's cool.’ He points his thumb over his shoulder toward the front of the club. ‘We just played here, in this club.’ This other redneck looks surprised. ‘Man, what? Y'all played here? Fer them niggas? What y'all, some kind-a nigga lovers or somethin?’ ‘Come on man, we're a band,’ I plead. ‘We're not against anything, except war!’ Another redneck shouts, ‘Bet you nigga lovers think y'all hot shiit! Huh?’ ‘Naa man, it's cool, no big deal,’ Steve and I try to cool down the scene, but these dirtbags won’t let go. ‘Ta hell with you, whatcha call my buddy?’ one screams. ‘Nothin, man, nothing!’ It turns into a pre-fight standoff as the 10 rednecks start toward us. Thinking fast, I glance around, spot 'Aladdin’s magic lamp’ on the street, I quickly pick it up, rub it…make my wish, and… ‘Poof!’… In a cloud of smoke thirty black dudes come pouring out of the club. Ouuuuo! Heavy! ‘Bad To The Bone!’ Yeah, crank it up! One brother shouts, ‘Hey white buoy! What cho all doin messin with our soul brothers hea?’ He turns to a huge black dude and says, ‘Hey Leroy, cho think we goin' burn some white trash taa-night?’ ‘Sh***t, blood! I ain’t prej’dist or nothin,’ Leroy slurs in perfect Jive, ‘but I just hate honkies!’ First dude is like, ‘Yeah man, time for some turkey jerky! Whatcha say, bloods?’ All the black guys start shouting and some pull out knives, and some lead pipes, which they show off… Holy SH*T! Suddenly all the rednecks bolt back into their cars and burn rubber as the black crowd chases them down the street throwing bottles and bricks at their rides. We can hardly believe it! One black dude comes running back, kinda out-of-breath, and says to us, ‘Man, yo all our blues brathaas, don ‘cho worry ‘bout nothin ‘roun hea!’ ALL RIGHT! - Blues RULES! ---Ref. " Like, Misunderstood " on amazon.com That's My story. If a black man or women with experience (like Colin Powell or even C. Rice) was running for president I'd vote for them. But never for an Arab. BUT ABOUT PALIN'S BLACK ROOTS YOU GAVE ME A GOOD LAUGH! HAAAAA!! AND HER GREAT-GREAT GRANDFATHER WAS FROM PLUTO? HAAA!! Y/s, Richard sacred-objects , Janardana Dasa <lightdweller wrote: > > LOL!!!!� I think you misunderstood me.� Sarah Palin ..Black?� You know how they say that one gay person could figure another gay person out?��Or it takes a saint to know a saint?� Well uhhhh its the same with us black people no matter how white a person looks! We know one when we see one!� LOL!� And she don't fit the picture!!!� > > --- On Sun, 9/21/08, Richard Shaw Brown <rsbj66 wrote: > > Richard Shaw Brown <rsbj66 > Re:Off Subject - BUT Interesting View (comments welcome) > sacred-objects > Sunday, September 21, 2008, 1:50 PM Got it from my father, Col Brown USAF Rtd., who saved your ass from > the Commies and Hitler and Tojo. If you're free to read this then > thank a WWII Vet. Obama has never even been through " boot camp " (nor > even Cub Scouts). Rediculous is in the eye of the beholder. My father > says Obamania is " rediculous. " You want to argue with my dad? Good > luck!! You don't stand a chance in hell against my father. You'll be better off banging your head on the rock of Gibraltar. Y/s, Richard > > sacred-objects, Janardana Dasa > <lightdweller@ ...> wrote: > > > > Where in the world did you get that piece of ridiculous news from? > > > > --- On Fri, 9/19/08, Jay Munshi <jaymunshi@ ..> wrote: > > > > Jay Munshi <jaymunshi@ ..> > > Re:Off Subject - BUT Interesting View > (comments welcome) > > sacred-objects > > Friday, September 19, 2008, 4:36 PM > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Hello, > > � > > Interesting thoughts. > > � > > Mother�of Sarah Palin's is African American though the white genes > seem to be dominant. > > � > > Looking at Youtube it looks like the US democracy is facing its > horns of Dilemma. Mccain and Obama both seem to be underserving > candidates. But then show me deserving politicians� anywhere across > the globe > > � > > best, > > � > > Jay > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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