Monday, July 12, 2004
Special Guest Mentalist: STERLING CLOVER!
Gangsta Boo Trounces Rumors, Mounts and Shimmers Her Way to Fame
Setting The Record Straight
Gangsta Boo
Enquiring Minds II: The Soap Opera
Yorktown Music
"..as far as doing Gospel music--no. They just sayin that so labels
wouldn't want to mess with me. They spreadin rumors."
--Gangsta Boo, *Murder Dog* v.10 #3
I knew Miss Lady Gangsta Boo when she was a Comparative Studies major at NYU. The last time I saw her was at a bar in the Financial District, around the spring of '97. --I'm totally different, she said. She was wearing a black dress with a twist across the middle and nasty heels. --I'm gonna be a fucking star, excuse me a second. When she came back from the can she looked way happier, and talked for like thirty minutes nonstop. --I worked as a stripper. She leaned in close when she said the word, like she did when she said she learned to work the hustle. Like she was proud and embarrassed she'd learned it, all at once. --Life changed, I changed, it's like, like a plan. I'm a... well I do other stuff now. You know, around the city. I didn't want to know; took another shot to make sure I wouldn't. --Some of the girls I work with. They used to be cheerleaders in high school. You won't believe the people I'm meeting. I'm gonna be a motherfucking star. Like Janet Jackson. I've been studying Prince. Like, studying. --Lola, I said, you're gonna sing? --Sing, dance, act, what-fucking-ever. Whatever it takes. You won't believe the bullshit I go through, do, put-up-with... I mean people from school, what do they know? They're gonna look down on me, stupid pussy-ass cunts, they don't even, I'm gonna. I'm gonna be such a motherfucking star. Money, you know, money. She started to run out of words until she went to the restroom again. --Fame is gonna suck, I can already tell.
She got a page pretty soon and left --My, uh, cousin, he's got, this producer, this, he wants me to meet. I didn't wanna know, took another shot. As she left the bar I couldn't take my eyes off her ass.
Enquiring Minds II: The Soap Opera is still Memphis, but more melodic and more electro than when she was with the Triple Six. I think it's goddamn great, but then I'm biased. I don't know what you're running from Lola, but go for it. You're a motherfucking star. ¶ 7/12/2004
Gangsta Boo Trounces Rumors, Mounts and Shimmers Her Way to Fame
Setting The Record Straight
Gangsta Boo
Enquiring Minds II: The Soap Opera
Yorktown Music
"..as far as doing Gospel music--no. They just sayin that so labels
wouldn't want to mess with me. They spreadin rumors."
--Gangsta Boo, *Murder Dog* v.10 #3
I knew Miss Lady Gangsta Boo when she was a Comparative Studies major at NYU. The last time I saw her was at a bar in the Financial District, around the spring of '97. --I'm totally different, she said. She was wearing a black dress with a twist across the middle and nasty heels. --I'm gonna be a fucking star, excuse me a second. When she came back from the can she looked way happier, and talked for like thirty minutes nonstop. --I worked as a stripper. She leaned in close when she said the word, like she did when she said she learned to work the hustle. Like she was proud and embarrassed she'd learned it, all at once. --Life changed, I changed, it's like, like a plan. I'm a... well I do other stuff now. You know, around the city. I didn't want to know; took another shot to make sure I wouldn't. --Some of the girls I work with. They used to be cheerleaders in high school. You won't believe the people I'm meeting. I'm gonna be a motherfucking star. Like Janet Jackson. I've been studying Prince. Like, studying. --Lola, I said, you're gonna sing? --Sing, dance, act, what-fucking-ever. Whatever it takes. You won't believe the bullshit I go through, do, put-up-with... I mean people from school, what do they know? They're gonna look down on me, stupid pussy-ass cunts, they don't even, I'm gonna. I'm gonna be such a motherfucking star. Money, you know, money. She started to run out of words until she went to the restroom again. --Fame is gonna suck, I can already tell.
She got a page pretty soon and left --My, uh, cousin, he's got, this producer, this, he wants me to meet. I didn't wanna know, took another shot. As she left the bar I couldn't take my eyes off her ass.
Enquiring Minds II: The Soap Opera is still Memphis, but more melodic and more electro than when she was with the Triple Six. I think it's goddamn great, but then I'm biased. I don't know what you're running from Lola, but go for it. You're a motherfucking star. ¶ 7/12/2004
