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Friday, February 13, 2009
2:43 PM


Stan For Your Friends

 

For some odd reason, some people tend to think that just because you're a blogger, you have some sort of connect to a bunch of record industry people. FYI, I don't, and besides everyone I've met in the record industry didn't seem to like me too much. Well, not me, so much as my opinions. Once I got the "oh shit" face from Jay Brown when I was at some forum as a part of this scholarship program and I said I wanted to be like the male Wendy Williams (this was like five years ago, don't judge me). Another time I was at an internship and some guy was asking me what I thought about Ashanti and though I can't remember what I said verbatim, I do remember the look the guy shot me: It was one of those, I ought to stab your Black ass with a butter knife faces. Turns out he worked for Def Scam (kidding, ya'll) and since it was the summer of Bey, I imagine he was already a little testy. There have been others since then, but look the acts they were reppin' were wack, and maybe if they had given my opinions some thought the recording industry wouldn't be trying to sell albums with deodorant now.

Anyway, like I said, I don't have record label connects, so whoever put me on some email list, ya'll can take me off. I usually just mark you as spam and keep it moving. If I did have some connects, I'd most certainly put them to good use for my friend Elle B.

Before you ask, yes I know her personally, but even if I didn't I would stan for her all the same. She fills my two greatest requirements for R&B chanteuses these days: She can actually sing without the benefit of software and she can read.

I met her through the aforementioned scholarship program though I sometimes forget that because we have been friends for so long our friendship just seems fo far removed from that. We instantly clicked when we met and she's one of my favorite people ever. I tend to feel inferior speaking to her as she is incredibly brilliant, and I am in awe of her talent and passion. I adore her, and I pray that she is met with the success she deserves.

Now, to my point: If you're in LA area and you are not using your tax refund (or loan -- when will we learn?) to go to Phoenix for the weekend, I invite you to check out Elle B. perform this weekend at The Dakota (formerly the Temple Bar). The address is 1026 Wilshire Blvd. and it's in Santa Monica. Don't ask me for directions, just Google it, baby.

The show starts at 8:30 and the cover is $10. Yes, even I'm paying because I love her that much. I know that's five bottles of 2 buck chuck at Trader Joe's, but that's OK, I still got a bottle somewhere 'round these parts.

Boogie is opening for Jive recording artist Miguel, who coincidentally, the homie Yasmine put me on to a few weeks ago. I like his song "Sure Thing." You can visit his MySpace page here.

And after that (or before, really, but as long as you go), you can check out Elle B. MySpace page here.

Oh, here's the preview video she put up:



Support her! If you're not in LA, at least check out her music. OK, I'm done street teaming it. Love her, though, so she's worth it!

P.S. If you're wondering what that diatribe in the beginning is about, I wanted to kill two birds with one stone. Stop emailing me about Amerie! I bought her last two albums, dammit.

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