Da Bizness Of Chocolate

All of us have some type of close knit connection to chocolate. Some of us personally make it from scratch or handed down from secret recipes, some “socially chocolize” at evening gatherings, others sample flavors from time to time and there are various cultural byproducts where chocolate in any shape or form is the base substance.

While here at AC, you will say more often than not “I never tasted that before! Where did that texture come from? Belgium? Deutschland? South Central L.A.?”

Feel welcomed to inquire about the packing factory and brand from which said chocolate is manufactured.

Now maybe the first order of business should have been the announcement of how chocolate is sampled here.

There will be sets consisting of 11 select confectionary sweets per package. Each playlist will be volumed to 24 and given a signature specific to what each box contains inside.

(The chocolates are not sold or packaged here but there is a URL you can click which will send you to the boxes where one can begin devouring the tantalizing morsels)

Come on now....... you DO know "chocolate" is the name we're giving to music, right?

The 11 signature boxes are as follows:

Chocolatier Juice- This lyrical and aural libation is an exotic tonic with erotic toxins which may contain a tannic tinge inducing body liquids to produce a manic binge

Premium Melted Liquorisque’- The melodies that mirror the moments the fire between your loins warned/worried you about

Caramel Seashells & Funkberry Sauce- Funky instrumental baptism blessing us with emotion pictures so deep underwater only your eardrums get wet

Fudge Dipped Hip Gnossis Swirls- The thought behind the front beside the annals of one’s mind lost enough to draw conclusions in the crookedest line

Sweet Sticky Honey Drippings- Self-explanatory but one can selflessly explain how a gourmelee’ style makes the canal stream fluid from the lowest lane

Sprinkled Licks & Tongue-Stirred Pretzel Sticks- The improvisators of brass, ivory & wood with their fingers tongues and lips in the places that space our ego from its trips

Praline Dreams & Tangerine Cream- You want your love made to be served with icing and gravy that tastes like this where paradise sits

Blue Amaretto Peruvian Pearls- Straight dap frum da “Boom B.A.P.P.” Rebellious Architectural Philosophy or its most noted ………. RAP!!!!!!!

Crunchy Brittle Nut Clusters- Hard infusion of palate extremes for more mature taste buds, the smell alone might burn you…………

Moroccan Sunlight Love- Selections containing the theme/word “Love” or “Sun”

Audible Chocolate Assorted Blend (24)- Two dozen randomly designed favorites decorated in a cosmic box

Now that we have an upperstanding of what’s at/in/of hand, I will also adorn A.C. with select poems fresh out of the wrapper or by revisiting vintage decadence from the old conveyor belt.

Appreciation to you for joining and I advise you to forget those napkins, that’s the beauty of fingertips!

Peace,

Mr. Wone

Barack Obama: Yes We Did

Here we are. November 4, 2008.

A day of unprecedented history and the mark where America begins its course of recovery to heal from generations of wounds, scars and blemishes which have bruised our beliefs and faith in not only local, state and national governments but in each other.

Yesterday had to happen to bring us here but we shouldn’t rely on history to preside over our future.

Voting a man of true African-American descent into the highest executive position in the country is step one in our monumental challenge.

Each of us involved in the process being politically, artistically, and socially active beyond voting today is the next step.

President-elect Obama made campaigning look “dope”. As you listened to the unmatched eloquence in each speech and noticed how he doesn’t compromise his demeanor or mannerisms that genuinely define his character and personality (“the pound” he gave his wife, the brushing off the shoulders, his walk, the tone of his voice, etc.), it transformed into a reality from an improbability and charged our confidence in the audacity of hope and the prosperity of potential.

As meaningless as his declaration to Bryant Gumbel about building a basketball hoop at The White House may be against his ability to carry out policies and proposals while in office, Obama’s personality and image carries a deep relativity that I haven’t seen since forever in my lifetime.

Because I never saw or heard "me" in Washington, that was my answer to why I didn't trust in a system that was not even loosely connected to who I am.

However, I along with the majority of us could not allow any detraction or excuse to prevent us from making a move to alter how government is run and to be an activist in executing the change.

It feels like to so many of us from all ethnicities after engaging this former Senator from Illinois “yeah, my uncle’s President”.

The social networking strategy and polycultural reach the textbook "ObaMachine" (courtesy of thousands of volunteers and two namesake P.R. "beasts" David Plouffe and David Axelrod) managed to accomplish was a prototypical template of what can and will be done in future elections local to national aimed at targeting the human spirit and will of "Wemotion".

Someone sent me an e-mail a few days ago which was simple but truly profound, it read: “Crispus Attucks fell so Rosa Parks could sit, Rosa sat so Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. could march, Dr. King marched so that Barack Obama could run, Obama ran so that our children and grandchildren can fly.”

Barack Obama is the result from a revolution of movements culminated by all civil rights pushes, marches, insurrections and Supreme Court decisions we have borne witness to and our ancestors have endured for decades.

I am positive that as a united state of hope we will continue the campaign for change not just by placing a body in office, but by making official use of our bodies to be active in the pursuit of improving our local governments and keeping a watchful eye on our neighborhoods, create new systems and workforces to increase our competitive standing globally, becoming more involved as parents in school districts to closely monitor how and what our children are being taught, told and fed, not turning away but turning toward our families and realizing they are a reflection of how we view the world and work feverishly to assist those who need counsel on balancing their budget, consolidating or clearing debts, keeping clean driving records, regularly getting “check-ups” in whatever it may be for men, women and children, keeping relationships respectfully open (with boundaries) between child and parent and the list continues.

November 4th brings us to task with our daily psychological assignment to achieve personal peace as much as this day defines American history in politics, civil rights, and world history in general.

The brotha’s going to have a tough time while this U.S. dollar value weakens from all the backdebt, market flux, most definitely companies will suffer record losses this quarter as consumer spending freezes this holiday season, this will trigger more borrowing from The Fed further increasing a sinkhole deficit which may take three Presidential terms to balance, there are two unfinished wars to end as safely and reasonably as possible.

At the same time, he must make sound decisions regarding foreign policy, energy alternatives, keeping up with the exorbitant budget for replenishing the military and defense not to mention ongoing NASA and infrastructure projects, doing something feasible in reforming healthcare, diplomatically easing tensions in North Korea, Russia, Iran, and he will most certainly be tapped to address Africa’s ails as no American President has ever done before.

Work is cut out but we must be the “world” in the change we want to see (to reverse Mahatma Gandhi’s quote) meaning total immersion and involvement in the magic of unifying our goals and assessing our priorities is the only way to become what we seek.

I voted, you voted, we brought family and friends to the booths, took pictures, marked that date down in our histories as being the first time for many of us and the first time we may believe “we might have somethin’ to do with this one here”.

I applaud everyone who participated in the process with numbers tallied today which hopefully will be broken four years from now and we shall surge forth to see history makers in each local government representative of all nations, backgrounds, cultures and colors who also believe in themselves as being an addition to “The Change We Need”.

Special moments call for a special segment here at Audible Chocolate and this is a sampler mix of cuts I put together just for today.

This is the first mix here at Audible Chocolate in fact...................

A playlist called “Audible Chocolate: The Obama Box”

Here at AC, we created a special selection of 24 soulful themes from this genre we can listen to that best exemplify the emotion and spirit of what we shared today. Consider this the most influential confection we can place in a box for our new President-elect Barack Obama.


Enjoy!

1. A Toast To The People- Gil Scott Heron with Brian Jackson
2. Are You Ready- Sly & The Family Stone
3. Black Man- Stevie Wonder
4. Chocolate City-Parliament Funkadelic
5. Come On Feet- Melvin Van Peebles
6. Curtis Mayfield - Beautiful Brother of Mine
7. Dream Journey- Bob James
8. Dream On- Barry White
9. Everything Must Change- Nina Simone
10. Fighting For Life- Stefano Torossi
11. Get Into Something- The Isley Brothers
12. Holiday- Roy Ayers Ubiquity
13. Keep Your Head To The Sky- E,W & F
14. McFadden & Whitehead - Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now
15. Peace and Love Movement_ii-(Now)- Mandrill
16. People Get Ready- Vanilla Fudge
17. Power To The People- Joe Henderson
18. Right On (live)- Marvin Gaye
19. Stepping Into Tomorrow- Donald Byrd
20. The Long And Winding Road- Aretha Franklin
21. Visions (live)- Stevie Wonder
22. Voices Inside (Everything Is Everything)- Donny Hathaway
23. We The People- The Soul Searchers
24. We've Only Just Begun (live)- Curtis Mayfield

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Included below is a poem I wrote entitled “Barack The Hope”.

Boomp3.com

the story they told us was.......

In a small pocket of Kenya
was a large mass of water
the Sukuma tribe
named Nyanza via Lake Victoria in Kisumu
Nyangoma-Kogelo

Mama Akuma
bore a native Sun
who shone earthbound tones
of browns and yellows

the Luo people migrated from Sudan
and presently divided into 12 tribal clans
survival sustained America received a young man
Hussein Onyango Obama
the father of the (future) President's Baba

President Of The United States Of America
not Kenya like Jomo Kenyatta
72 years ago will mark the inauguration anew
reverse the 72 and in the 11th month of 1942
Shirley Ann Dunham as the Wizard of Wichita she came

18 years later in Manoa
Kansas & Kenya
East met West at destiny’s behest
introducing her to Barack Hussein

translated they incarnated "a beautiful blessing"
so nice he offsprung the name
48 years back on the second of February
crowning cultures marry
the fire to the flame
185 days later on the 4th of August
a strong wind reigned supreme

8-4-1961 and 2008 both equalling 1
for the campaign
for the world
for the love
for the dream
B.A. from Columbia U. in ’83

magna cum laude from Harvard with a J.D.

back to Chicago to discover
an astronomical occurrence
rarely witnessed often
1989 the summer eclipsed
by a moon named Michelle Robinson
glowing at Sidley Austin

matrimony avowed
a journey profound
a love bound by bravery and beauty
to the end
two fighters decided to take it

joined by Malia and Sasha
delivered to make
the dreams from their father sacred

history establishes
as each second vanishes and
in entirety so much have we seen

opinions are opined as
constant judgment has maligned
the truth of our humanity
ego has dominated debates
emotion is the specific ocean
that’s drowning our faith

fresh is the face
with candor and fervor

thrown in the race
as the American life preserver

we believe and appreciate
the will in lifting up
sleeves to elbow
the work is wrenching to the gut
tooth to nail and
bolt to nut

the time is now to seize and
exert the strength of our national team
as the struggle continues
the result must shine in the gleam
we're audacious enough to hope and
revive it alive

we can define our vote and
council communities to strive
Washington cannot be apart
from the whole
the corn fields project blocks
trailer parks and cosmic slops
don’t shadow our souls
outlooks are looked off as
rich crooks off the books are shook off
the corrupted dust that’s suffocated us
by January soon will be brushed off

the change we sought to make
has now been touched off
with record breaking voter turnout

previously burned out by
non-relative candidates to claim
such as the restless weary
on the wane for
partisan division and political gain
did we mention our chief commander
has a wicked left-handed hoop game

yet and still how we aimlessly spite peace
continually ceasing to refrain
from basing a choice or
ignoring the voice
because of its name or
attack a painting from an artist
due to its color and message
abound in its frame
this will forever be
one of humanity’s calamities in shame
all three eyes
as should the three worlds
unify as one to remain


It is possible, isn’t it?


It is most certainly possible……



I suggest you access Blaxploitation Pride today as Eyes On The Prize, the most comprehensive documentary on the civil rights movement, is highlighted there which is integral for such an incredible celebration we experienced and were a part of.

Yes we did. Now, let’s DO more.


Love 4 Life,

Mr. Wone

Etched In Sly: Sylvester "Sly" Stewart

One word summarizes the quintessence of this performance by brother Sly and that is: PURE.

To go further, I would say the very word could abbreviate Peace, Unity, Respect, and Excitement which are all on immediate blast from the onset.

Most who have snapped a finger, stomped a foot, or knocked a neck out of alignment courtesy of Sly and The Family Stone may have a special attachment to one of his most memorable singles "If You Want Me To Stay".

The lyrics are written or it can be said "melodically spoken" with intent to express his impending departure.

From whom or from what I will safely touch that base later on.



As is the case with Glen Goins and the rest of the members of Parliament Funkadelic, the krumpin' and clown dancing montage from the documentary "Rize", Bootsy Collins, Fela Kuti and Soul Brother Number 1 James Brown, we bear witness to the internal genetic and cosmic alliance resulting in the transformation from body and spirit into instrument.

An instrument is a means whereby something is achieved, performed or furthered.

When we experience greatness in performance and action or witness an encounter of an overwhelming kind, it sparks both a chemical and electrical stimulation internally and externally.

That outward muscle contraction followed by the erection of hair follicles is commonly referred to as "the chills", "goosebumps" or "goose flesh". A soulful vocal riff, a horrific or erotic memory, any physical or artistic expression or movement can be instrumental in giving us "the chills".

Internally, the stimulus is chemical and spiritual and we draw from this strength as a mechanism for escape. We (as in the artist, audience or whomever prescribes to the method) psychologically gravitate, meditate and levitate (so to speak) into a state of ecstasy when involved in or receiving "The Moment".

This WAS one of these "moments".

After I watched the footage browsing through Youtube, I believed this clip was in definite need of a forensic analysis from the effect it gave me.

The song hit the world in 1973 so this performance had to be either in that year or early '74. Sly also had superstar accompaniment in his band The Family Stone, none of which you see anywhere on stage (a rarity).

There are various reasons and perceptions why he was by himself here and the "triple entendre" of the song itself is what makes its impact so strong.

Look behind the piano to see the letters S-L-Y curved together. I would say that was elaborate décor for a solo performance at a piano and for a song that lasts a little over 2 minutes.

I found the symbolism to represent ultimate respect as an artist and the show's host Mike Douglas and his producers thought enough of him and his celebrity by honoring his presence with that grandiose signage.

He starts by counting off then stomping his right boot to establish "the foot" for the studio band to follow and he proceeds to tell them "faster faster".

Already he shows where he stands in terms of bringing the outer elements into his realm ala George Clinton in "Swing Down".

He could have easily conformed to a slower tempo but to reach his level of pleasure, he navigated the musicians to speed up the measurements to reach the space he was destined to explore.

His voice, demeanor, presence, ease, sense of satisfaction and his display of love is so prominent in a matter of only 145 seconds.

Here are the words to the song. I recommend you watch the video AFTER reading.



If you want me to stay
I'll be around today
To be available for you to see
I'm about to go
And then you'll know
For me to stay here I've got to be me
You'll never be in doubt
That's what it's all about
You can't take me for granted and smile
Count the days I'm gone
Forget reaching me by phone
Because I promise I'll be gone for a while

When you see me again
I hope that you have been
The kind of person that you really are now
You got to get it straight
How could I ever be late
When you're my woman takin' up my time
How could you ever allow
I guess I wonder how
How could you get out of pocket for fun
When you know that you never number two
Number one gonna be number one

I'll be good
I wish I could
Get this message over to you now
When you see me again
I hope that you have been
The kind of person you really are now
I'll be so good
I wish I could
Get the message over to you now

The performance video is below


(video courtesy of thebadcause)

If you watched the video, count how many times you smiled or said "he's so natural, he's so raw/real/funky/". We shared a private moment publicly with a multitalented mastermind.

He gets up and walks away and claps for himself and to the audience.

You know why he did that?

That performance was so incredible and righteously together because that was the day Sly hypothetically "left" the industry, the stress of his label, the pushing & pulling from creative and social tug-of wars, the band issues, the relationships that tarnished from them all and the public-driven perceptions of whatever "absence" or "hiatus" he embarked upon shortly occurred right after this performance.

He escaped from himself.

His smile during his departure was one of relief also with the underlying message of "I've made my contribution to the world now I'm leaving the building".

If any of you have listened to the final words of the studio recording on the Fresh album/CD, he says "I'm through, man". This was a visual example of the exact statement.

Check out the end of this video when Mike Douglas says, "Thank you very much. Please stay. Because I know you haven't done any talk shows and I'm so pleased that you're here. I really am.". Such a gracious remark from a great talk show host and it's clear that Sly shows outwardly how he felt that.

"If You Want Me To Stay" had three absolute meanings:

1. Reportedly, this was a song inspired after an argument with his girlfriend/wife Kathleen Silva. He wrote a note that included most, if not all of the words we have sang for over 30 years explaining he will always be who he was, is now, and always will be if they are to stay together.

2. His environment which came as an accessory to fame. Everyday People, the influences (on whatever level), his band members (and their lives/personalities), "woodworkers" or "hangers-on" including family. All that encompassed every lyric he penned. It was about the psychic vampirism that success and money create.

3. The industry-the executives (non-artists) surrounding the art (artists) has always been a bitter pill to swallow. The politics, public opinion, censorship, and ultimately prevented from being allowed "to ride" (see part 1) is what also can intoxicate the spirit of brilliance and genius.

There isn't much to find in researching the legacy of Sly and The Family Stone beyond their timeless recordings between 1970-1974.

He has resurfaced and was recently spotted doing impromptu engagements as well as granting a few interviews so stay tuned for any developments musically from this genius.

Please believe this was yet another testament to self-liberation as you saw a brilliant man freely release from the World that "made" him "something else" after we were initially thanked for lettin' him be his self……….. again.

Mr. Wone

Anatomy Of A Groove: Parliament Funkadelic

Included here is a collection of musical performances and "interviews" from legendary entertainers who could be mentioned as inspirations behind some of my work as a poet.

These artists appear to embody an illusory freedom which has always been a fantasy for a Black male generationally or geographically.

This illusion is most apparent when on the most raw and liberated platform-the stage, set, on the microphone or "in the act".

The work that most moved me centered around issues that involved and concerned the people, back in a time when people realized their power (whereas today power paralyzes the people).

The architect of the Mothership George Clinton calls out "Aye, Glen?" referring to the incredibly gifted artist Glen Goins.

Glen says "Yeah!" right in tune and sings,

"When you hear seats rumble/
you will feel your conscience grumble/
Hit me/
You gotta hit the band/........."

Glen is clad in his extraterrestrial regalia and gradually steps back in what will soon become a hypnotically transcendental exorcism in spirit.

During the break of "Mothership Connection", the groove transforms into "Swing Down".

Drummer Jerome “Big Foot” Brailey is pounding his foot into that bass pedal so hard he’s about to rip through the skin of the drum. He always kicked that bass and laid heavy “on the one” to make the downbeat mirror a heartbeat.

After the horns summon the ancestral invitation, George Clinton is seen waving his cloth invitationally then placing his hands in prayer position.

The doors have been opened but the ancients have yet to enter.

He begins the incantation "Swing down sweet chariot/stop and let me ride"

Background joins in various eurhythmic harmonies.

The mantra is followed by "We'll bring the Mothership in here….. and we shall funk together if y'all say…….."

"Show me Houston what y'all got....."

This means if I have don't have to show you, we can "get there" faster.

Then "we need that groove right together" and "everybody do your hands like this".

Here he conducts the audience to the tradition of the back-beat with a gospel tweak thrown on top.

This hereditary "soul clap" is a supplemental instrument and he employs the crowd to be an accessory to the groove also a backbeat to Brailey’s “foot”.

Listen to the “1-2”, clap-foot combination and tell me you don’t remember hearing this in any neighborhood chapel Sunday morning.

Exemplary of a Negro spiritual, the emancipation and willingness to break free and stay free is so evident here that any and all can draw inspiration from its universality and this was intentional, a moment bigger than its picture and Youtube user 898106 is solely to thank for sharing the magic to mortal eyes.

Clinton affirms his position to bring the outer elements into his realm. The realm is a mind state in how aural energy is processed and produced to transmit melodic messages to the soul and spirit of the people.

"Y'all stay right there, man. Stay right where you at!" he says so the drummer doesn't get lulled into the crowd's synchronized and thunderous“two”.

Listen to it. Hear Bernie Worrell wah-wahing, Stingray Davis’ baritone, The Brides Of Funkenstein making love consummate publicly.

The feeling captured here is a primordial state of rhythm and a genetic companion to the basis of African soul.

Now you'll hear keyboardist Bernie Worrell and Glen Goins equally exploring the spirit almost as if tuning into a transistor signal awaiting first contact from an alien.

The time has arrived and The Moment has come at 2:25 of the video.

Morphogenic resonance in the absolute.

This is where we want our world to be: unified and contributing to a hypnotic and universally orchestrated groove.

Pay attention to the bond of funkhood as the camera widens out fading into Clinton’s euphoric state signifying he is right where and what he wants to be.

Clinton says "Aye c'mere Glen, come on over, y'all keep your hands goin' now, keep your hands--don't slow down"

This is a call for the people to remain uniform.

"Let me know y'all ready, come on why don't y'all do this for me?"

Watch after Glen attempts to align himself properly "in the pocket", he initially doesn't connect righteously with what is happening. He steps backward and re-enters intercourse between himself, the audience, The Groove, and The Moment only after the feeling is alive.

Shortly afterward, "Put your hands together, y'all!!!!"

"Keep it steady back there…." urging Big Foot to stay “on the one” and as soon as Clinton says "Come on Glen!", Goins' riffs begin to respond increasing in volume.

You'll notice his feet stomp double time to Big Foot’s kick and instantly he's officially fastened.

Glen comes on so quietly and in such a euphoric state. Immediately, he displays an innate gift of which appears so simple and free-flowing it seems he's just toying with his abilities. What we see here is a genetic and cosmic alliance resulting in a natural gift to BECOME an instrument, becoming the tune ringing true through a listener’s ears.

There's no separation between Glen and the motions he makes with his fingers, neck movements, footsteps and riffs which are all one.

Now Starchild aka George Clinton walks slowly towards his wardrobe change and you’ll see him still clapping on the “2” but then he’ll switch to clenching his fist back “on the one”.

It’s deep like that.

Glen only looks at his guitar once quickly for tuning while beginning his approach and then glances at it twice later amorously as you would in appreciation of the one you unconditionally love.

This footage is unconditional and the capture in time is ultimately a "fantasy" we are watching.

Notice the background singers swaying and clapping like a choir in a Southern Methodist church. Suddenly, the performance transforms into a religious experience and spirituality takes the stage. There are remnants of country, folk, blues, funk still intact, hip-hop, and once Glen grabs the mike off of the stand, the mood transitions to gospel and he“takes it home”.

I get goosebumps throughout my entire body each time I watch it because I can see soul unified in an extrasensory awakening. If Glen began to levitate without the support of a harness or heavy wires, it would be no surprise.

He asks "You see, can y'all clap a little louder?"

He knows well and deals righteously within the power of morphogenic resonance. This is why you watch in amazement of a Parliament concert because at any given time you may count 25 people on stage singing and chanting for 20 uninterrupted minutes (the same can be said at a Fela Kuti or James Brown concert).

They are giving us a subliminal example of the strength of kinship in collective accord with the common goal to "tear the roof off the sucka".

Glen melodically sings, "I wanna ride".

This expression means many things.

Riding, as in "I'm a rider" is saying I am a fighter, a participant in combat, involved in The Struggle, an insurgent protector and defender of the people be it your relative or figurative family.

"I wanna ride" also means "I'd like to do my thing" and be left alone in my freedom untethered by restriction, repression, or restraint...... as in an "easy rider".

To exist in the entitlement and human right of unincarcerated solitude and personal liberation.
Next meaning is if there is a movement, an 'identified' flying object, any source of psychological teleportation made available to escape an oppressive environment, then "I wanna ride!!"

Swing Down is a funkafied version of a Negro spiritual written by former slave Wallis Willis called Swing Low Sweet Chariot. The song was inspired by the scripture of the prophet Elijah ascending to heaven in a chariot.

After Goins informs us of his intentions "to ride" he asks "do you believe in the Mothership comin'?"

Whether or not that even bears a response he follows the question with the statement "I believe that the Mothership's comin' and I wanna ride!!" and his belief is all the validation he needs.

He is in a state of holiness meaning he is exalted or worthy of complete devotion as one perfect in goodness and righteousness.

This also represents the exodus of Glen Goins as shortly some months later he departed at 24 years old of Hodgkin’s Disease.

I did speak earlier on this performance being a revival of religious and revolutionary proportion. Most certainly reversing and revising a Negro spiritual into a funky instrumental baptism is nothing short of indigenous African history accepting the position of being a vehicle of order in the cosmos.

This subconscientiousness is what inherently provokes young men today to end conversations or an encounter with the phrase "One"………..

Eventually you will see the Mothership fall from the heavens and descend to Earth.

Before you decide if you wanna ride, ask yourself first do you believe that's it's comin'…………….

Mr. Wone