“sweat and jostle and
jostle and push
jostle and jostle
push and jostle and
and shove and move
to the pulse
riddim and beat
sweat like a ram goat
sweat for so
and push and shove and jostle and shove and move hip sway hip wine in your wine and look how we enjoying we self — move hip sway hip slap hip big hip fat hip flat bottom big bottom sweet bottom wine-your-waist bottom. Look we nuh, look how we enjoying we self right here in Canada self and Toronto sweet sweet too bad — but look me crosses! Is not Totoben that? Begging your pardon, Mr. Emmanuel Sandiford Jacobs himself, right here in Canada if you please, carrying on as if he don’t give a damn blast or shit.
…For six cold-no-arse months he up at five cold or no cold, travelling two hours straight, punching a clock, working like a robot…But he don’t mind, not Totoben, not today…for today Emmanuel Sandiford Jacobs dead dead and Totoben in full sway, riding high, riding hard on University Avenue, T-shirt pull up high high over his belly which big round black and shining like it carrying six months of baby in it a real don’t-give-a-damn belly that walking down University Avenue…”—CARIBANA: AFRICAN ROOTS & CONTINUITIES — M. Nourbese Philip
Was it difficult being one of the first black supermodels?
“I did feel a bit ostracized,” Iman says. “You suddenly represent a whole race, and that race goes, ‘Well, that person does not represent our ideals of beauty.’ For lack of a better term, it becomes what it was like during slavery. One had the field n— and the house n—. There was this notion that I was chosen by white fashion editors to be better than the rest, which I am not. I did not like being thought of as the house n— whether it was spoken or whether it was understood. It always left a bad taste in my mouth. I call it ‘the politics of beauty’ because fashion can sometimes be an assault on one’s identity.”
The beginning forty seconds are just Lou and Nico talking about playing the song, which is probably better than the song itself. They have a beautiful rapport.
Lou: Do you want to try the other song? From the Chelsea Girl album. Nico: You don’t think I’ll be able to do the song? Lou: No, I know you can do it. […] Do you want to try “These Days?” Nico: I don’t know the words. Does she have a record player? Lou: Yeah, wanna hear it?
They don’t really know how the song goes, which is funny.
I’ve played this over and over again over the past couple of days. Even though they don’t really know the words, they sound great, and it’s just such an intimate moment— this icy, distant, almost mythical woman revealing flaws in a beautiful, compelling way, with accompaniment from a guitarist who’s larger than life, too, and just so gentle with her, tender almost.
“I don’t use ammunition on my clothes,” she says. “If I use zips then that means I’m trying to fit someone into a limited space, and that is not comfortable. My clothes are made to fit anyone. You can just drop them on you.”—JA Designer Mutamba doesn’t use zippers.
Khia help me I been with this girl faithfully for 7 months and she havent let me glance at the pussy. I havent felt no titties or nothing what am I doing wrong. Shes not a virgin she got two girls. I don’t know how much longer I can wait. The hardest part is she always wearing short shit, and khia she got a big gurilla ass. Please help me!
-Mike (Houston, TX) What’s really Hood Mike? This sounds like some Jerry Springer shit, 7 months without even a glance at the pussy what is that about, you sure she’s not a man? I know you said she has two kids but damn are they her’s? You know there’s a lot of punks out here getting ass shots and tittie jobs but for real you say you ain’t feel no ass, titties or nothing. What is she saying about this because something in the milk ain’t clean. What is she telling you when you try and get some, damn I’m lost for words. Well all I can say is if you really care about her talk to her and find out what’s really going on and why she’s holding back. Tell her your needs as a man and let her know how you feel cause shit she’s going to have to drop them panties sooner or later and I hope she ain’t hiding a dick under there. Shit maybe she’s waiting for marriage this time you say she has two kids already, maybe she wants to do it right this time and if so you better start shopping for a ring or move…Next!!!!!
“You know what, Courtney? I don’t really know what “Gold Dust Woman” is about. I know there was cocaine there and that I fancied it gold dust, somehow. I’m going to have to go back to my journals and see if I can pull something out about “Gold Dust Woman.” Because I don’t really know. It can’t be all about cocaine.”—Stevie Nicks to Courtney Love, for Spin Magazine (October 1997).