Back from the dead like the democratic party
So I was on vacation in Puerto Rico for a week because my job makes me take vacation and I figured if i traveled I could help this flaundering American economy. WORKING LIKE A CHARM by the way, but I'm back and ready to run down memory lane with the people that i force to read this.
It starts at Wil's house just sitting around as a lot of stories start, a lot of us would find ourselves there listening to music and comparing notes. Its like it must have been for old comics starting out where Rodney Dangerfield see's Richard Lewis and says "Hey I got this new one, tell me what you think." We all wanted to know what each other thought before we went on stage and worked it. Reading something for an audience that sucks but you didn't know it sucks until just then really does suck.
Will Antony is kind of a man for all seasons, he can sing like he knows what he's doing, dance the same way, and when he lines everything up he can dance down some amazing poetic notions the one's we've all tried before and he can do them better. Somehow we were talking about the deadliest word in language. The C-word, now if you dont know what i mean by this I am not even allowed to explain it, that is how untouchable this word is right now dont think elliot ness untouchable think lowest class in India untouchable.
One of my friends had written a piece a long time ago where he calls his girl the C-word and then she slams the door in his face. Crowd still wasn't happy, even the exchange of one word for a wood door to the face didn't seem even. I stay away from the word altogether, so does Wil and most of us agreed but working with words as long as a lot of us have...well...having one out there that you know you can't touch...its just unnerving. Will Antony had done it, he leveraged his piece with so much positive uplifting inspiration that by the time he said the C-word he was confident the women in the crowd would unite around. The sentence was "have the nerve to call your woman ho, bitch, C-WORD and then kiss your mother with them lips." So you get the idea, for once scratching our heads like apes we felt we had done it. Or at least he had.
Boy did he deliver, on that tuesday he went up on that stage and belted it out lamenting the poor communications between the sexes and all the time I've got sweaty palms thinking HE IS GOING TO SAY THE C-WORD and god bless him he did and there were about three women in the crowd that cheered like John Lennon came back and sang the most beautiful song about C-Words ever. He nailed it. They loved him. They still do.
Last time I talked to him I really had begun to feel the deep strange uniqueness of Will Antony everyone I know knows him from somewhere and you know what? They all love him, you just can't help it. He's just someone who likes to end a conversation with a smile and something happy and ends a poem most times the same way.
It starts at Wil's house just sitting around as a lot of stories start, a lot of us would find ourselves there listening to music and comparing notes. Its like it must have been for old comics starting out where Rodney Dangerfield see's Richard Lewis and says "Hey I got this new one, tell me what you think." We all wanted to know what each other thought before we went on stage and worked it. Reading something for an audience that sucks but you didn't know it sucks until just then really does suck.
Will Antony is kind of a man for all seasons, he can sing like he knows what he's doing, dance the same way, and when he lines everything up he can dance down some amazing poetic notions the one's we've all tried before and he can do them better. Somehow we were talking about the deadliest word in language. The C-word, now if you dont know what i mean by this I am not even allowed to explain it, that is how untouchable this word is right now dont think elliot ness untouchable think lowest class in India untouchable.
One of my friends had written a piece a long time ago where he calls his girl the C-word and then she slams the door in his face. Crowd still wasn't happy, even the exchange of one word for a wood door to the face didn't seem even. I stay away from the word altogether, so does Wil and most of us agreed but working with words as long as a lot of us have...well...having one out there that you know you can't touch...its just unnerving. Will Antony had done it, he leveraged his piece with so much positive uplifting inspiration that by the time he said the C-word he was confident the women in the crowd would unite around. The sentence was "have the nerve to call your woman ho, bitch, C-WORD and then kiss your mother with them lips." So you get the idea, for once scratching our heads like apes we felt we had done it. Or at least he had.
Boy did he deliver, on that tuesday he went up on that stage and belted it out lamenting the poor communications between the sexes and all the time I've got sweaty palms thinking HE IS GOING TO SAY THE C-WORD and god bless him he did and there were about three women in the crowd that cheered like John Lennon came back and sang the most beautiful song about C-Words ever. He nailed it. They loved him. They still do.
Last time I talked to him I really had begun to feel the deep strange uniqueness of Will Antony everyone I know knows him from somewhere and you know what? They all love him, you just can't help it. He's just someone who likes to end a conversation with a smile and something happy and ends a poem most times the same way.
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