Don Imus and Pacman Jones Should Get a Room.

Don Imus

From the L.A. Times:

During a report this morning on his nationally syndicated show about Jones, who has been reinstated by the NFL after several scapes with the law led to his suspension during the entire 2007 season, Imus asked, “What color is he?”

When told Jones (who recently requested that that announcers no longer use his nickname when mentioning him) is African American, Imus responded, “Well, there you go. Now we know.”

Can I get a big cup of “Who Gives A Damn?”

For the record to criticize Don Imus for his typically brain-dead remarks indirectly absolves Adam “Don’t Call Me Pac-Man” Jones for his brain-dead behavior and that definitely should not happen.

The fate of Imus should be left in the hands of the marketplace, his bosses, his advertisers and his fans. If he got run over by a tractor-trailer tomorrow, I could care less. I don’t need any explanation from Imus. I don’t need anything from Imus. I don’t even need him to draw another breath.

This guy is yesterday’s news. He’s a racial terrorist. I’m bored by the whole “racist rant of the week” thing. Michael Richards one week. Mel Gibson the next.   It’s just another dull summer rerun.

Long story short, Pacman Jones is a bag of dirt. His biggest hits have been off the field, not on it.

The following sorry event was his biggest hit so far:

Susnar recounted the events leading up the shooting based upon his interviews with employees and club surveillance video. He said Jones and his entourage of a half-dozen people had been in the club earlier that night and left without causing any problems. The trouble started when they returned sometime after 4 a.m.

Jones had tossed hundreds of $1 bills on the stripper stage, an action known in street slang as “making it rain.” When one of the strippers started grabbing the money without Jones’ permission, he got angry, grabbed her hair and slammed her head against the stage, Susnar said.

That’s when security guard Aaron Cudworth, a mixed-martial artist with professional fighting experience, intervened and stopped the assault, he said.

“At that point, Pacman said, ‘I’m going to kill you,’ ” Susnar said.

Cudworth, who was shot in the chest and arm, was released from University Medical Center on Tuesday. Urbanski remained at UMC in critical condition. He was expected to live, but a bullet severed his spine and paralyzed him below the waist, his father said. link

This guy should be in jail, not in the NFL. Urbanski is paralyzed for life due to this irresponsibility, immaturity, recklessness and criminality of this thug. Jones should have been banned from pro football. Let him go play arena football or up in Canada. At the very least he should get back in the NFL at the same time when Tom Urbanski is able to walk on his own.

Remember that this season when he runs on the field for all you Dallas Cowboys fans.

For the rest of us it’s just another reason to hate the Cowboys.

pacman jones

George Carlin: 1937-2008

A funny man has died.  Not much to say and George Carlin would be the last guy who would want anyone to be sad about his death.

If anything he’s somewhere right now laughing his ass off because he just found out God isn’t Joe Pesci.

Joke’s on you, George.

George Carlin

The following is a verbatim transcript of “Filthy Words” prepared by the Federal Communications Commission.

Aruba-du, ruba-tu, ruba-tu. I was thinking about the curse words and the swear words, the cuss words and the words that you can’t say, that you’re not supposed to say all the time, [‘]cause words or people into words want to hear your words. Some guys like to record your words and sell them back to you if they can, (laughter) listen in on the telephone, write down what words you say. A guy who used to be in Washington, knew that his phone was tapped, used to answer, Fuck Hoover, yes, go ahead. (laughter) Okay, I was thinking one night about the words you couldn’t say on the public, ah, airwaves, um, the ones you definitely wouldn’t say, ever, [‘]cause I heard a lady say bitch one night on television, and it was cool like she was talking about, you know, ah, well, the bitch is the first one to notice that in the litter Johnie right (murmur) Right. And, uh, bastard you can say, and hell and damn so I have to figure out which ones you couldn’t and ever and it came down to seven but the list is open to amendment, and in fact, has been changed, uh, by now, ha, a lot of people pointed things out to me, and I noticed some myself. The original seven words were, shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits. Those are the ones that will curve your spine, grow hair on your hands and (laughter) maybe, even bring us, God help us, peace without honor (laughter) um, and a bourbon. (laughter) And now the first thing that we noticed was that word fuck was really repeated in there because the word motherfucker is a compound word and it’s another form of the word fuck. (laughter) You want to be a purist it doesn’t really–it can’t be on the list of basic words. Also, cocksucker is a compound word and neither half of that is really dirty. The word–the half sucker that’s merely suggestive (laughter) and the word cock is a half-way dirty word, 50% dirty–dirty half the time, depending on what you mean by it. (laughter) Uh, remember when you first heard it, like in 6th grade, you used to giggle. And the cock crowed three times, heh (laughter) the cock–three times. It’s in the Bible, cock in the Bible. (laughter) And the first time you heard about a cock-fight, remember–What? Huh? naw. It ain’t that, are you stupid? man. (laughter, clapping) It’s chickens, you know, (laughter) Then you have the four letter words from the old Angle-Saxon fame. Uh, shit and fuck. The word shit, uh, is an interesting kind of word in that the middle class has never really accepted it and approved it. They use it like, crazy but it’s not really okay. It’s still a rude, dirty, old kind of gushy word. (laughter) They don’t like that, but they say it, like, they say it like, a lady now in a middle-class home, you’ll hear most of the time she says it as an expletive, you know, it’s out of her mouth before she knows. She says, Oh shit oh shit, (laughter) oh shit. If she drops something, Oh, the shit hurt the broccoli. Shit. Thank you. (footsteps fading away) (papers ruffling),

The Magical Life of Merlin German

Sgt. Merlin German

For most of us Memorial Day is just a Monday off from school and work. Many Americans will take advantage of the day as an opportunity to sleep in late, have a barbecue or brave the record-high gas prices and hit the road.

What most Americans won’t be doing is keeping faith with what Memorial Day really means; honoring those who have served our country. There will be those who show up to watch the parades as they pass by. Others will go to the cemetery to lay a wreath or plant a flag for the fallen soldiers who now lies at rest.

Every day, an average of 1,800 veterans die, with an estimated 686,000 dying in 2007. They are mostly World War II veterans, but increasingly Korean and Vietnam War veterans are passing on as well.. Most with little notice and minimal fanfare.

However, most Americans will just kick back and look at Memorial Day as little more than a three-day escape from the daily grind.

There is something else worth recalling; the good people who get ground up in bad wars. From the May 25 edition of The New York Times:

“…the tactical success of the surge should not be misconstrued as making Iraq a safer place for American soldiers. Last year was the bloodiest in the five-year history of the conflict, with more than 900 dead, and last month, 52 perished, making it the bloodiest month of the year so far. So far in May, 18 have died.”

“Television network news coverage in particular has gone off a cliff. Citing numbers provided by a consultant, Andrew Tyndall, the Associated Press reported that in the months after September when Gen. David H. Petraeus testified before Congress about the surge, collective coverage dropped to four minutes a week from 30 minutes a week at the height of coverage, in September 2007.”

Four minutes a week? America is waging war in two countries and all its worth on the evening news is a lousy four minutes of coverage?

Is that how little we care about the men and women whom are fighting and dying for us?

As I write this, there have been 4,102 American soldiers killed and an estimated 30,333 wounded. Behind the abstract numbers are the names, stories, families and lives lost and dreams deferred forever of real human beings.

Real human beings like Merlin German.

What about Sgt.  German,  who while deployed in Iraq found eight improvised explosive devices but on February 21, 2005 was caught in an explosion and fire that burned 97 percent of his body. German endured over 100 operations, but finally lost his fight on April 11 following surgery to graft skin onto his lip.

Where’s his recognition? Why doesn’t every American know his story?  

Here is a snapshot of German’s life from the website created to honor The Purple Heart recipient:

Sergeant Merlin German (USMC) was born in Manhattan, New York on Nov. 15, 1985. He enlisted in the Marine Corps 08 September 2003 and received a meritorious promotion to Private First Class out of boot camp. in April 2004, Sergeant German transferred to his first permanent duty station, 5th Battalion, 11th Marines, 1st Marine Division where he served as a Field Artillery Cannoneer.

Shortly after, Sergeant German was assigned to his unit, he was sent to Machine gunner’s Course. Among the Corporals and Sergeants, he was the only Private First Class to attend the course. Sergeant German’s outstanding leadership skills helped him to graduate second in his class.

In September 2004, Sergeant German’s unit was attached to 2nd Battalion, 11th Marines and became part of Weapons Platoon for convoy security. His unit was charged with safely transporting prisoners and cargo, and Sgt. German participated in over 150 successful missions. Sergeant German’s Platoon Sergeant and Company Commander applauded him for his keen sense of spotting improvised explosive devices (IEDs).

In the first six months of deployment, Sergeant German found 8 IEDs without anyone sustaining injuries. On 21 February 2005, Sergeant German’s squad was on a mission to recon an unknown route from Jordan to Baghdad. While en route to Camp Ramadi, Sergeant German spotted an IED while standing in the turret at his Mk-19 machine gun. With no time to alert the driver, their HUMVEE was hit on a left side by a gas-fed shape charge explosive. Sergeant German was blown clear of the vehicle, and his fellow Marines helped extinguish the flames that had quickly burned 97% of his total body surface area.

Sergeant German was immediately transported to Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany where doctors stated Sergeant German had NO chance of living. He had a quick turn-around flight to the burn unit at Brooke Army Medical Center, San Antonio and he arrived on 25 February 2005. He was cared for as an inpatient for 17 months, and then resided as a guest of the Fisher House before purchasing his own home in San Antonio.

He fought bravely for more than three years but died in the hospital on Friday, Apr. 11, while recovering from his most recent operation.

We need to remember Sgt. German and all the other soldiers who have given their all or are struggling to recover from both physical and psychological wounds.

Merlin German has a website ( dedicated to his life and his dream of helping burned children. Go to the site and make a donation. Buy the t-shirt he designed or just leave a “thank you” in the guest book.

Honor the brother. It doesn’t matter if you are for or against the war. Just show a little love for a soldier, a son, and a man who gave everything for his country.

We have to remember because it’s too damn easy to forget.

(This story appeared in a different form on The Daily  on Memorial Day)

The Woman Who Put Me In Wikipedia.

If you’ve been writing as long as I have, eventually you’re going to find your stuff available on the great, grand, glorious World Wide Web.

Which means you’re going to also be available on Google.

Ever try that?  Just for the ego stroke?  Try it sometime.  Google your name and see what you can find.Vanessa Del Rio

Until the day I die I my name will forever be tied to the name of Vanessa Del Rio.

In 1999, I interviewed the retired porn goddess for, Generator 21,  a eclectic online publication.  From what the editor Rod Amis told me once that story is the most referenced article he’s ever run.

This is by definition the classic case of “mixed emotions.”

At the time, I thought interviewing Del Rio would be just another interview.  I had no idea almost a decade later it would be the most popular thing I’ve ever written.

It almost makes me wish I had been paid for it.

Vanessa must have liked it too.  At one time she had copied it onto her website.   I can’t say I blame her.  Despite the shitty layout of the article, in terms of the actual content it isn’t a badly written interview.  It is kind of dated now with its references to Bill Clinton, blow jobs and stained blue dresses, but she was a very willing and open subject.  That’s kind of expected of porn stars, but Ms. Del Rio was one of the more memorable interviews I’ve ever done.

I’ve been asked what’s it like to interview a porn star.  Well, we did it talked on the phone,  so I have no idea if she looked hot or a train wreck, but it wasn’t terribly different from interviewing any other type of entertainer.  She was just the only one who happened to get naked and have sex with strange men and women for little more than pocket change.

Over the years, I’ve been asked to serve as an media adviser to a few political campaigns including a Republican running for the governor’s office.  And I’m not a Republican.   But I’ve always turned down any official position to the campaigns for two reasons.

One, I don’t want to compromise my independence as a journalist.

Two, I’d never survive the background check.  Any dope with dial-up could take all of ten seconds to Google my name and I’d be good to go right up to the point they find my name and Vanessa Del Rio’s connected.   Trying to explain that connection isn’t something I’ve ever wanted to do.

It’s not as if I’m embarrassed for interviewing a notorious porn star.  Far from it.  I just don’t feel like justifying myself to someone who thinks I should be embarrassed.   I’m a journalist.  We don’t always interview saints.  Every now and then we give some pub to the sinners as well.

A few years ago, Amis asked me if I would be interested in doing a “Where are they now?” update on Del Rio.  I turned him down flat in five seconds.  That would only repeating myself and I still have hopes of earning my own Wikipedia entry based upon my body of work.  Not the body of a self-described “slut.”

Funny thing about sinners; people enjoy reading about them more than they do the saints.

Pretty much anybody can show up on Google.  It takes a little something special to get in Wikipedia.

Look up Vanessa Del Rio’s Wiki page and right there under References there I am,  The Diva of Sex: The Vanessa Del Rio Interview by Jeff Winbush.

Sigh.  Immortality and immorality both at the same time.

Vanessa Del Rio

Welcome to Earl’s Fantasy World.

Earl Ofari Hutchinson

Usually, I don’t take jabs at other columnists because they’re just expressing an opinion same as I am.  Every now and then though,  I have to call a “time out” on someone who has left their petty biases and prejudices run rampant.

Typically, I enjoy Earl Ofari Hutchinson’s writing.  I agree with his views on police brutality and how the Black Community  has dropped the ball in the oppression of gays and lesbians.   He is one of the best in the business.  Lately though, I’ve had to be very selective in determining which of his columns are worth reading and which are not.

You see Hutchinson doesn’t like Barack Obama.  Not much.   And it shows.

A casual viewing of his columns indicates how little he thinks of Obama:

“Does Obama Profit from White Guilt? (Who cares?  The real problem is that the media treats him with kid gloves)”

“Obama Needs a History Lesson about Hillary and King. (The Obama campaign has misunderstood a comment by Senator Clinton about MLK’s role in the civil rights movement)”

“Obama’s Farrakhan Problem  (Obama can’t denounce the Nation of Islam leader without alienating many black voters)”

Even when Hutchinson isn’t talking about Obama,  he can’t resist sticking it to him.

“Gender is Hillary Clinton’s Achilles Heel (No one would dare make a blatantly racist comment about Obama. Yet sexist remarks are constantly spewed at Hillary Clinton)”

And all this time I thought Hillary’s Achilles Heel was the one she married.  That,  and the fact she came into the campaign with more money,  more endorsements, more organization and as the prohibitive front-runner and pissed away every single advantage.  Books will be written on how historically inept and how monumentally awful a campaign Hillary Clinton ran.

Besides being totally in the bag for Hillary Clinton AND a full-time Obama basher,  Hutchinson is a idiot.   He recently wrote an article for The Daily Voice, a  online publication I contribute to as well slamming Obama over his Father’s Day speech.

Hutchinson writes,   “Obama commits the cardinal error that every critic from the legions of sociologists, family experts, politicians and morals crusader Bill Cosby who have hectored black men for being father derelict have made. He omits the words “some,” “those,” or “the offenders” before black fathers. Instead, he makes, or at least gives the impression, that all, or most, black men aren’t in the home, and are irresponsible. That being the case ipso facto they are the cause for the much fingered crime-drugs-violence-gross underachievement syndrome that  young black males are supposedly eternally locked into.”

Okay, Earl.  That’s your side of the story.  Here is Obama’s.

Of all the rocks upon which we build our lives, we are reminded today that family is the most important. And we are called to recognize and honor how critical every father is to that foundation. They are teachers and coaches. They are mentors and role models. They are examples of success and the men who constantly push us toward it.

But if we are honest with ourselves, we’ll admit that what too many fathers also are is missing – missing from too many lives and too many homes. They have abandoned their responsibilities, acting like boys instead of men. And the foundations of our families are weaker because of it.

You and I know how true this is in the African-American community. We know that more than half of all black children live in single-parent households, a number that has doubled – doubled – since we were children. We know the statistics – that children who grow up without a father are five times more likely to live in poverty and commit crime; nine times more likely to drop out of schools and twenty times more likely to end up in prison. They are more likely to have behavioral problems, or run away from home, or become teenage parents themselves. And the foundations of our community are weaker because of it.

How many times in the last year has this city lost a child at the hands of another child? How many times have our hearts stopped in the middle of the night with the sound of a gunshot or a siren? How many teenagers have we seen hanging around on street corners when they should be sitting in a classroom? How many are sitting in prison when they should be working, or at least looking for a job? How many in this generation are we willing to lose to poverty or violence or addiction? How many?

Yes, we need more cops on the street. Yes, we need fewer guns in the hands of people who shouldn’t have them. Yes, we need more money for our schools, and more outstanding teachers in the classroom, and more afterschool programs for our children. Yes, we need more jobs and more job training and more opportunity in our communities.

But we also need families to raise our children. We need fathers to realize that responsibility does not end at conception. We need them to realize that what makes you a man is not the ability to have a child – it’s the courage to raise one.

Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t see anything controversial or untrue about those remarks.   I’m surprised Hutchinson does.  Apparently he believes Obama saying out loud what many African-Americans only say privately is giving aid and comfort to the enemy.   Hutchinson doesn’t much like Obama messing with his idealized, fantasy world where every brother who impregnates a sister stands by her, supports her and is a father, instead of just a sperm donor.

I’m wondering how much he pays in rent to live in this Black Utopia of his.

One day, I’d like to take him for a drive around my town on the first sunny day of spring. He would see the trees and lawns turning green, the birds happily chirping as they gather twigs to build their nests and most of all he’d see hordes of little Black girls pushing strollers and/or carrying their babies. What he won’t see are any young brothers with those baby mamas. They’re too busy holding in one hand the leash of a straining pit bull and their crotches with the other.

Or am I stereotyping?

Voting Third Party? Drop Your Ballot Here.

The Voting MachineThe talk has begun again.  You hear people saying they’re thinking about voting for somebody–ANYBODY–but Tweedledee Obama and Tweedledum McCain.

Then almost as reactive as drawing a breath, the same people wonder aloud, “Am I throwing my vote away by voting for someone I know isn’t going to win?”

Is it throwing your vote away by giving it to a third party candidate?

No,  Not at all.

Is it impractical?  Probably.

Is it an exercise in futility?  Oh, hell yes.

I don’t have any special love for Democrats over Republicans. They’re no different for me than a Chevy is to a Ford. They are vehicles. Political vehicles that are useful to get stuff done. Every car has four tires and a steering wheel. Every car can make turns to the right and turns to the left.

I’ve voted for a third party candidate before in John Anderson back in 1980. Couldn’t vote for Jimmy Carter. Wouldn’t vote for Ronald Reagan. It was a easy call.

And I’ve been blamed by family and friends for putting Reagan in the White House ever since. Never mind if every vote Anderson won was given to Carter he still would have been beaten stupid by Reagan. Ronald Reagan is my fault. I feel terrible about that.

Except that I don’t.

Nobody says you have to vote for Candidate “A” from the Republicrats or Candidate “B” from the Democans. If you don’t see any difference between Barack Obama and John McCain, why give your one vote to either one? I see plenty of differences personally, but it’s fine with me if you don’t.

If you can live with the almost dead certainty that your chosen outsider candidate won’t win and can’t win, then go for it. No skin off my nose. There’s a certain delicious freedom that comes with voting your conscience and knowing you will not have to take the blame for anything that happens for the next four years.

Not until there is a powerful and established third party to break up the Democratic/Republican dance will voting for a third party candidate be an exercise in futility. Get some Libertarian or Green Party or Socialist mayors, governors, school board and city council members elected before putting all the eggs in one basket and go gunning for the White House. Talk about the reach exceeding the grasp.
Viable alternatives to the present political monopoly will have to start the same place they did: building the perfect beast from the ground up. It’s slower and takes a lot of money, time and patience, but its’ the only way.

Until then, third parties can only be spoilers and king-makers at best. They will never be kings. I speak from experience. I’ve voted my conscience before. Now I follow a more practical, if conventional approach. But I’ll play this game until someone comes up with a better one.

Your protest votes don’t matter. Your principles don’t matter. What matters is getting your hands on the levers of power. Everything else is just smoke and mirrors.

And I’ll tell you that for free.

More reasons to be afraid of President John McCain.

Mean John McCain

Last week, In an interview with Matt Lauer on the TODAY Show, Republican presidential candidate, Senator John McCain was asked about the war in Iraq.

The Senator had a surprisingly casual answer to Laurer.

Lauer: If it’s working, Senator, do you now have a better estimate of when American forces can come home from Iraq?

McCain: No, but that’s not too important. What’s important is the casualties in Iraq. Americans are in South Korea. Americans are in Japan. American troops are in Germany. That’s all fine. link

Democrats pounced on McCain’s remarks.

“Senator McCain’s comment is evidence that he is totally out of touch with the needs of our troops and the national security needs of our nation. I think many of our brave soldiers and their families would disagree that it’s ‘not too important’ when they come home,” said Senator Joe Biden

McCain’s campaign responded:

Sen. McCain has consistently opposed a timeline for withdrawing our troops from Iraq. And our friends on the opposite side of the aisle have a long history of attempting to twist Sen. McCain’s words on Iraq. The fact that Sen. McCain opposes a timeline for withdrawal and is principally concerned about the safety of American troops and the security of Iraq is pretty much “dog bites man
McCain’s flippant remarks overshadowed the other major news about Iraq that came out this week:

BAGHDAD — Iraqi lawmakers say the U.S. is demanding 58 bases as part of a proposed “status of forces” agreement that will allow U.S. troops to remain in the country indefinitely.

Leading members of the two ruling Shiite parties said in a series of interviews that the Iraqi government rejected this proposal, along with another U.S. demand that would effectively hand over the power to determine whether a hostile act from another country is aggression against Iraq. Lawmakers said they fear this power would drag Iraq into a war between the U.S. and Iran.

“The points that were put forth by the Americans were more abominable than the occupation,” said Jalal al Din al-Saghir, a leading lawmaker from the Islamic Supreme Council of Iraq. “We were occupied by order of the Security Council,” he said, referring to the 2004 resolution mandating a U.S. military occupation in Iraq at the head of an international coalition. “But now we are being asked to sign for our own occupation. That is why we have absolutely refused all that we have seen so far,” he said.

Other conditions sought by the U.S. include control over Iraqi airspace up to 30,000 feet and immunity from prosecution for U.S. troops and private military contractors.
The agreement would run indefinitely but be subject to cancellation upon two years of notice from either side, lawmakers said.

Why does a liberating force need control over Iraqi airspace? Why does a liberating force need immunity from prosecution for U.S. troops AND private military contractors?

Why does a liberating force demand the authority to determine what is considered to be a hostile act of aggression against Iraq?

Why does a liberating force want to build 58 bases on the soil of a sovereign nation?

The answer to all of these questions is a liberating force does not need to to do any of these things. Only a occupying force does.

And occupying Iraq for 100 years is what McCain is all about.

He is one very scary old man.

Casualties are a primary concern. So is an open-ended commitment and occupation. How long we stay in Iraq is not irrelevant. Especially for the troops that will have to maintain our footprint there.

Why does America need 58 bases in Iraq if McCain says all we’re waiting for is the word from General Petraeus to start coming home? Something doesn’t pass the smell test here and it’s the load of manure being shoveled by McCain.

It is insane for the U.S. to maintain standing forces in 130 countries.  I confess to being surprised so many Americans seem sanguine with McCain’s expansionist empire building.

Perhaps they believe the damage done by the imperialistic hubris of a President McCain would be limited to his four or eight years in power, but there’s a lot of mischief one man can get up to when he’s got control of the greatest military juggernaut the world has ever seen.

“There’s going to be other wars. … I’m sorry to tell you, there’s going to be other wars. We will never surrender but there will be other wars.”
~ John McCain

I take John McCain at his word when he says there is going to be other wars. He knows this because he’s going to start them.

And he won’t be the least bit sorry about it.

We will have peace in our lifetime during President McCain’s administration even if we have to kill every Arab and Muslim to get it

Have you seen this woman?


There’s a part of me that admires Helen Folsade Adu for refusing to be a slave to anyone’s idea but her own of what a musical artist owes their audience.

But DAMN, she makes it hard to stay a fan.

Sade apparently doesn’t feel she owes her audience a damn thing.

It’s been almost eight years since her last studio album, Lovers Rock was released and that was after another eight-year gap following its predecessor,  Love Deluxe.

Since her emergence on the music scene in 1984 , Sade has made only five studio albums in 24 years.  Prolific the woman is not.  However,  you certainly can’t complain she gluts the market with product.

Unlike a Madonna or Janet Jackson who refuse to act their age and still strike sex kitten poses when they’re closer to being soccer moms, Sade has no problem getting out of the way of the spotlight.  If anything, she avoids publicity like Superman avoids Kryptonite.

The very last time I saw Sade was at the now closed Polaris Amphitheater.  She put on one hellacious show as she kicked off her shoes and danced around the stage.

That was September 10, 2001.  The events of the following day pushed the pleasant afterglow of the concert clean out of my head.  With only a live album since the last studio release, one might wonder how the events of September 11 affected Sade Adu.

One thing’s for sure.  It didn’t inspire her to crank out any new music.

Since 2001, Sade has once again pulled a disappearing act.  There is nothing—nothing— to be found about her present life or future plans through searching the Internet.

As we both share the birthdate of January 16,  I keep hoping the 49-years-young diva might drop me a  card, but no such luck.

Since she’s been producing music in 8-year intervals, it’s possible Sade could spring a new album on her fans.  But on the other hand, the same thing i said the same thing in 2007, 2006, 2004, 2003….

The Nobel and Pulitzer Price winning novelist and essayist Toni Morrison was once reported to say, “All art is  in knowing where to stop.”  For Sade and her fans, the dilemma lies in her inability to start.