Monthly Archives: July 2019

Three Fly Females (and a brother named Prince)


Sheila E and Sha-Rock have never shared a stage. Maybe the closest they came is an Indonesian bootleg tape of ‘Purple Rain‘. They’re both survivors and living legends – fully deserving of a little more attention.



Sha-Rock was once the female member of the Funky Four Plus One – the plus one. Her real name is Sharon Green. She was a rap pioneer and always kicked it in a determined, low-key and dope style. Seemingly effortless dope no less.

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If you want living, breathing history that still slams home four decades later… if you want to see parity and equality (albeit if you ignore the name) then:

Head to 6:27 on this as proof.

She still makes a hell of a lot of sense. Here’s a recent podcast on which she guests and talks knowledge about her forty years in the game. One of the two co-hosts is Rah Digga – another lone female who proved herself live and on wax.

Hosts Lord Jamaar and Rah Digga


Sheila Cecelia Escovedo aka Sheila E. is a wicked drummer. And a cool singer too.


Prince knew it and worked with her for five years, starting with ‘Erotic City’. She was in his band as a fiery drummer and then an astute musical director for two years. This period was amongst his most prolific and successful, musically and otherwise. Later, similar to Michael Jackson, Prince tried to get down by including rap stylings. Didn’t really work.

What did work was ‘Holly Rock’ on the soundtrack to ‘Krush Groove‘ which starred Sheila E. and hip hop’s Three Stooges, The Fat Boys.

Fat Boys, Sheila E., Blair Underwood, Run DMC and Kurtis Blow.

And now Prince’s original version of ‘Holly Rock’ featuring Sheila E. has been posted with a lovely graffed comic book video. It’s grimy, JBs-sounding and rough. Yeah!

All hail the ladies (and the Purple one).



Shacked up and Cut-up: A Man Walks.

A man walks. That’s all he does.
This man wants war, a literary and artistic one. He works hard at both tasks when they aren’t contained in one slow attempt. His attempts are sporadic yet the desperation within him is on his face. The way he stays in front of the stretched paper, frowning as if lost, however he keeps at his task.
A break is called for; a need for human contact, and the unpredictability which is built into any encounter. He kicks off his shorts, checks the towel is dry on the back of the bathroom door and steps into the narrow bath to quickly shower. The cafe he is headed to will be semi-busy with lunching ladies. Mums and daughters on a dutiful catch-up. Wives able to prolong a careless work-free existence after mothering at home has turned into rousing teenagers in time to leave the house for school. These ladies tolerate him, he thinks, as he turns left then right under the water. He’s local colour. Or is he now in the eccentric, weird zone?
He steps out, bends over to dry each foot propped up on the edge of the side of the bath and carries out his usual ritual of giving himself up to the sight of his body in the long mirror stashed by the sink. It never doles out a favour except to remind him his stomach folds don’t sync with the chicken legs. There is a reason why he has pasted advice on avoiding regret and shame on the wall near the toilet, and here is another slip of proof to add to the mountain he works on. Far better to stand in front of the sink and try to provoke a pair of smiling eyes.
After ten times or so of tugging the door handle to his flat’s front door to ensure he did perform that task successfully, and so that slip is taken off the pile, the ship-like corridor is walked and the once-polished stone steps practically jumped.

At the cafe man left yet seclusion?

In will one try kid ship slow, which

due of proof the door has himself,

towel to stretched task

after war, when stomach inside

certainly exists under front

Youth up the times

all stone turns apology pile

except to he that are by his

and already the desperation;

regret the mothering edge.

Doles end man.

Attempt at school inside walked left. Is

it the rousing end of kid A? Why the

mirror at need ritual? They encounter

his unpredictability, his avoiding semi handle –

both in familiar by a coming (he

of usual steps: welcome, catch, perform)
Propped and man off in polished

and up however thinks and

remembers pile into attempts

together of wives. Easy exists

on water. His contained ladies.

This mums and like within on now

each to tolerate for giving in near.



Herbs, money and Tyson: how Iron Mike reinvented himself in a budding economy

Although this article leaves the reader with the sense of an agenda against its subject, the former heavyweight boxer and pigeon fancier Mike Tyson, namely that he’s up to no good in asking for sympathy with regard to his past misdemeanours and his current confused self, it’s a slickly-written piece of coverage of why an enigmatic ex-con is fronting a frankly daffy business venture from the get-go.

Yes, this could be the beginning of a magical and inventive breakthrough in offering leisure holidays with spliffs at their centre or, indeed, it may end up being all smoke and mirrors, a holiday park bereft of true novelty borne out of an end to prohibited narcotics in certain US states.

Given that Evander Holyfield goes from one reality TV dancing competition to the next whilst Riddick Bowe was ready to try his hand at professional wrestling in a small town in North-western England, it seems a little unnecessary to attempt to haul Tyson over the coals for trying to earn a little green.