My Jams ’92

My Jams 1990s

My Jams posts contain adult language and controversial observations.  Actual release dates may vary.  

I’m so happy ‘cause today

I’ve found my friends

They’re in my head

I’m so ugly, that’s okay, cause so are you

We broke our mirrors

Sunday morning is every day for all I care

And I’m not scared

Light my candles in a daze

Cause I’ve found God

Hey, hey, hey!

—From “Lithium” by Nirvana—


You know what Kurt?  I wish I could find some friends in my head.

Seriously, I’m about to go stir-crazy sitting here waiting for some good news.  I mean, since graduation, I’ve been putting a couple of irons in the fire but everything seems to be at a standstill.

By the way, I had to turn down one job offer.

Why?  You ask?

Because I applied for one thing and they kept trying to push me into something completely different.

Simply put, I don’t have it in me to go around investigating all the ways that people neglect and abuse their kids.

I hate to have to jump on somebody!

Kurt, I’m not a violent person but I can’t tell you how I might respond in a situation where I know somebody is abusing a child.

God bless the people that can do that work.

It just ain’t for me.

Anyway, right now I’m waiting to hear back about a fellowship that I applied for.

But, I’ll level with you Kurt, my mind is still reeling from taking that freaking GRE.

Overall, I think I did OK, but check out this crazy ass sample test question:

As a manager, you are tasked with planning a staff meeting.  Your meeting attendees include  Al, Bert, Candy and Don.  Bear in mind that Al can never sit next to Don and Don must always be seated next to Candy and Candy must never be seated to the left of Al.

Which option (A,B, C or D) represents the best seating plan for your meeting?

Shit…I don’t dammit know.

To be honest, I kept looking for option E which, in my mind, was “Cancel that bullshit and send a memo of your dictates.”


Like I said, other than that, I think I did well enough.

Uh oh, Kurt, I gotta go, here comes the mailman.  Maybe he has some good news; or at least a love letter.

Oh yeah, one more thing Kurt, please tell Dave Grohl that I might be down with the swirl!

🙂 🙂 🙂

YAASSSS!  The Mailman!  Primary carrier of all news and information happening!  And yes, I meant to word it just like that.  Don’t worry, you’ll get used to my strange phrasing.

E-mail? Text message?  What in the world is that?

Hell Lady G didn’t even get a pager (beeper) until 1993.

Oh, and Fax machines were for businesses honey.

Moving on…

Y’all, Kurt Cobain, of Nirvana, was my imaginary confidant at that moment in time.

Sadly, he left us a few years later.


Believe it or not, Lady G used to rock the hell out of Nirvana’s “Lithium.”

Frankly, back then, it seemed like a fitting tune for Generation X; you know, intermittent lows and highs.

That was us!

Or maybe it was just me 🙂


Anyway, how are you doing on this sultry afternoon in 1992?  I pray that all is well with you.

In any case, you’ll have plenty of space to tell me about it at the After-Party!

And so…

You know what’s up right?

My Jams ‘92

Remember the time by Michael Jackson

YAAASSS honey, when Mike released that video and the peoples saw him do that dance locally known as “The Georgia” we hollered!  I can’t really describe it but I bet you know what I’m talking about: “I bet ‘choo remember, I bet ‘choo remember…”

Now, to be honest, that dance move prolly had many different names.

But down here we KNOW it’s “The Georgia.”

Don’t walk away by Jade

“My love won’t hurt you!”

Chile those Queen Divas kilt it!

That was one of my jammy jam jams right there!

“This is what it sounds like when we make love!”

Hey, Lennon and Tessa! Let’s go get ‘em, girls!

Oh my!  The tales we’ll tell!

Boss chicks!  YAAASSSS!

I’d die without you by PM Dawn

The only song that I liked by PM Dawn.

Back then true hip hop enthusiasts considered them to be kinda corny.

No matter, they had their own thing going on and this was a nice jam.

Breaking my heart (Pretty Brown Eyes)/Forever in your eyes by Mint Condition

“Pretty Brown Eyes” was my “girl” Davida’s jam!  Davida (born David) was my heart.

Whenever we’d go to the club he would decline to slow dance with a woman.

His favorite response was, “Uh no, you might not hold me right.”  LOL!!!!

YAASSSS honey!  Lady G always has and ALWAYS will have much love and respect for the Queens!

Please, no anti-gay comments, Lady G will cuss your ass out about it!

That said, let’s all play nice!

Anyway, I got about a million tales I could tell about me and my ‘girls!’

But I’ll save that tea for later 🙂

Pass it on!

We got a love thang/Inside that I cried CeCe Peniston

Honey, Queen Diva CeCe could belt out a jam, couldn’t she?

“Look what we got!”

Here we go again by Portrait

Hands off ladies!  The short one doing the martial arts move in the video is MINE!

“Here –we— go—–going through the same thing!”

Money don’t matter 2 night by Prince

“It shole didn’t matter yesterday.”

This is probably one of my favorite jams by “The Purple One.”

It is so profound and so true!

Don’t slip, Lady G loves thought provoking art of any kind.

Stay by Jodeci

“Baby won’t you just StAAAAAAy…for a little while!”

“Forget about yesterday ‘cause I want you so bad

Make love to me like you never have..”

Aw shit now!

I simply CANNOT!


Work to do by Vanessa Williams

Alright now!

Queen Diva Vanessa done remade the Isley Brother’s classic “Work to do.”

Did she do it?

You know she did!

Goodbye by Tevin Campbell

An Al B. Sure Production!

Go ‘head on Al!

L’il Tev  know he could sing!

School Me by Gerald LeVert 

STBB Emergency Alert!

Somebody go get a damn paramedic!

Lady G ’bout to pass out!

Syncope!  (Fainting– for you non-medical folks)

Ron come get me! I think it’s my heart!

I ain’t gon’ make it!!!

Where’s the automated external defibrillator?


“You be the teacher, I won’t be no fool.  I did my homework baby, and I’m ready for school…!”

Baby I’m for Real/Natural High by After 7

There go them Edmonds brothers again!

Killing it!

Use me by Men at Large

“Are you hungry?”

This damn song had me hollering!

Nothing like some overweight dudes saying, I know you using me, but if you ‘gon use me –just use me up!


Love’s Taken Over by Chante Moore

Ladies, you know how it is!

You got him now!

“Too bad for you, you can’t free yourself from me.”

Like Ike told Tina, “You can’t get way from me Anna Mae!”


There U Go by Johnny Gill

From the Boomerang soundtrack!

Can you say “sprung?”

Without a damn doubt!

It must be love by  The Good Girls

“‘Cause I’m into it!”

Here go them lightskinded 1990’s Supremes again!

No matter, I loved this jam.

Talk about smooth? Please don’t sleep on this one!  You’ll thank me for reminding you.

They DID that!

Oh yeah, “Just call me” was also boss!

What’s the 411? by Mary J Blige

The album!

Greg Nice kilt me rapping on “Remind me.”

“Infatuated in love with you skiddalee wah wah; Pepe Le Pew!”

Yes he did bite BOTH The Flintstones AND the damn Looney Tunes!

And what?!


Anyway, Mary went and showed her entire ass in ‘93 with “My Life.”

But that’s next year…


Here’s what I was digging in the world of Hip Hop for 1992

Don’t sweat the technique by Eric B and Rakim

Ok children, know this, if you were to ask Biggie or Tupac about flow, they would point you to Rakim!

The rapper’s rapper!


Y’all don’t want nar’n day of Rakim!

Side note:  The word ‘nar’n, is a Southern U. S.  colloquialism for “NONE” or “Not one” or  “Not any.”

You get it now right?

Rakim? Check his technique aspiring rappers!

Learn from your elders 😉

They want EFX by Das EFX

Bum stickity…

I just can’t with that!

The kids loved it!  Shout out to “The Stoker” all up and through Augusta and the ATL.

Fakin’ the Funk by Main Source

Stop frontin’ or you will get called out!

Me and my baby boy rock this all day every day!

Question, what is the connection between actor Cuba Gooding, Jr. and this jam?

Go google it…I’ll wait!

They Reminisce T.R.O.Y by Pete Rock and C. L. Smooth

Much respect to Trouble T-Roy


Ex girl to the next girl by Gang Starr

“The girls look so good..”


Can’t nobody hit that “NEXT” like Guru!

RIP Brah!

I got a man by Positive K

“What ‘cha man gotta do with me?”

Ladies, if we heard that line once, we heard it a thousand times.

Dudes still runnin’ it!


Happy 70th Birthday Mama!  WE LOVE YOU! 🎂🎁


Alas, we have come upon the witching hour!  It is time to release 1992 back into years gone by. Love you 1992!


We can still keep it going in comments!  YAASSSS!  It’s the after-party!

Bring your commentary, your memories, and your jams!

Lady G



It’s Personal


Updated:  6/13/2016 at 11:02am EST

If you have spent any amount of time on this blog then you already know a little bit about me; including the fact that I have two children whom I love dearly.

My youngest is 10 years old and my oldest is 22.  Yeah, I realize that there is a big difference in their ages but that’s just how the chips fell in my life and I wouldn’t change a thing about that.

Suffice it to say that my babies are my heart. And I mean that!  With that said, as a mother, I am sick to death of watching the aftermath of a deranged lunatic’s murderous rampage against our nation’s children.

Just to be clear, for the purposes of this post, the terms ‘child’ or ‘children’ are applied to anyone who has not yet attained the age of  150.

Sorry folks but your mother sees you as her child -I don’t give a damn how old you are.

At any rate, in 2012, like most folks, I was glued to the TV when the Sandy Hook shootings occurred.  I watched and cried as parents buried baby after baby after baby after baby.

I agonized as they eulogized the brave adults who lost their own lives trying to save their young students.

During that time, I remember looking at my youngest child (who was the same age as those kids) and thinking surely this massacre will be the turning point!  Surely, all parents will come together and take a stand!  Surely we can all agree that no civilian needs to own a freaking arsenal of semiautomatic rifles! Surely, this is the last straw!

The last straw!  Right?

Oh hell no, it was NOT the last straw.  In fact, there were many more murders to come and go. Each one resulting in a whole lot of nothing– from a legislative perspective.

Then this!  The worse mass murder in U. S. history.

So who were the victims this time?  I’ll tell you who they were.  They were people, just like you or me; out having a good time.  Many of them were young people who were about my son’s age with their whole lives ahead of them.

So what if most of them were members of the LGBTQ community?

To me, that’s beside the point!

The real and sobering fact of the matter is this, each and every person in that club was somebody’s son, daughter, uncle, aunt, brother, sister, father, mother, lover, husband, or wife ….and, to me,  that MAKES IT PERSONAL!

Now if you don’t believe it should be taken personally, read this article about a text conversation between a mother and her son.  By the way, this text conversation took place while this woman’s son was in attendance at The Pulse in Orlando, Florida this past Saturday night; the scene of the aforementioned mass murders.

Mind you, when this post was published, there had been no word on this young man’s fate. (Update:  Sadly, CNN has confirmed that this young man, Eddie Jamoldroy Justice, did not survive.)

Friends, when I read this article, I couldn’t help but cry for this mother, Mina Justice, because one of her son’s first messages to her was “Mommy, I love you.”  I cried because I have received that same type of message from my own son.

Frankly, I would argue that if you can read the above exchange, between mother and child, and remain unaffected, may God bless your numbed soul.

In fact, may God bless us all anyway –because we need it.


But it’s still personal and I am no longer planning to watch from the sidelines.

Not anymore.







Over at Eva’s

mama holding tack
Mama, Tack and Me

You are the light of the world—like a city on a hilltop that cannot be hidden. No one lights a lamp and then puts it under a basket. Instead, a lamp is placed on a stand, where it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your good deeds shine out for all to see, so that everyone will praise your heavenly Father.  Matthew 5:14-16 New Living Translation (NLT)

One thing I can say with certainty is that mama’s light was bright enough for all who encountered her to see.  In that way, she was a living example of God’s love.

If you are a regular reader of my blog then you already know mama.  Sometimes she is referred to directly.  Other times, she quietly lingers between the lines.  Either way, she is always present in just about every post that I write.

Oh, just so you know, mama’s given name was Eva.  She passed away a few years ago so in recognition of Mother’s Day, I’d like to tell you a little more about her.

Ok, let me start by saying that mama was something of a paradox.  In fact she was the personification of the adage “You should never judge a book by the cover.” At first glance she often appeared to be aloof and unengaged.  However, a closer look would have revealed that she was actually quite warm and kindhearted.  In any case, people were automatically drawn to her.  Suffice it to say, there was something disarming about her demeanor that encouraged folks to lean in closer.

Bearing this in mind, I have come to appreciate the fact that mama was a universal ‘mother’ whose influence extended well beyond the three children that she birthed. In essence she advised, taught, consoled, cared for, comforted and united a motley crew of followers. While some of them started out as strangers, most of them ended up as family.

Yes friends, when Eva walked this Earth she maintained a countless number of devotees and each of them sought refuge at her place whenever they needed to.

So if you were looking for the broke young railroad worker who was waiting for his first paycheck, you would have found him over at Eva’s having a good hot meal.

If you were looking for the German lady who felt homesick and isolated, you would have found her over at Eva’s making a connection.

If you were looking for the scared latch key kid, you would have found her over at Eva’s feeling more secure.

If you were looking for the young gay man who felt rejected, you would have found him over at Eva’s experiencing acceptance.

Clearly Ms. Eva set a very high standard.  At her place, she provided much needed light to those who had been navigating in darkness.

Earlier this year I decided to find a broader way in which to pick up where she dropped off; so I started this blog.

Ultimately, I’d like to see this blog become a virtual version of Ms. Eva’s place.  Basically, I envision a digital sanctuary for all who are seeking light.

Yes, I recognize that this is a tall order but I think mama would approve ❤ 🙂





Happy Mother’s Day!











My Jams ’77

My jams 77
Diva of Soul riding out with Miss Time Machine.  Destination:  1977

Warning:  This is a long ass read! So get yourself together before you start reading it 🙂


“Gwin, them damn pancakes gon’ smack your ass upside yo’ head round 10:30 if you don’t eat!”

“But Uncle Bill, I don’t like them kinda pancakes, they too big!”

Mama didn’t never make no pancakes like the ones Uncle Bill made.  I don’t like ‘em ‘cause they too thick and they got the wrong syrup.

But if I don’t eat ‘em I’ll have to wait until daddy come get me and who knows how long that’ll be.

Oh well, it’s this or starve so I better dig in.  Bruce, Jen-Jen, Poley, Lil’Bill, Stevie and Tack already halfway through with theirs.  Sandy, Granny and Pookie was lucky ‘cause they stayed with Madear…


Lawd have mercy! Uncle Bill’s heart was in the right place.  He was simply trying to feed a whole gaggle of kids!  You see, Uncle Bill was my Aunt Bobbie Sue’s husband and all the kids wanted to spend the night with Bobbie Sue, aka Bob!  Bob was, and is, the life of the party!  She always had the latest jams.  I guess she was so cool because she was the youngest of my mother’s 11 siblings.

Oh yass baby, Madear was popping ‘em out back to back!

Just so you know, Tyler Perry didn’t invent the word Madear!  Every black kid in the deep South had a Madear (mother dear) or a Big mama.  To be clear, the terms Madear and Big mama are typically used when referring to one’s Grandmother.

I said ALL that to say this:

Welcome to 1977 baby!  Chile somebody who identified himself as Airforce Buck Sgt. Cray C. Brown called asking me all kinds of questions about Miss Time Machine.  Baby he wanted to know how I acquired her and how long I’ve had her.  I says to him, “Look Buck Sgt. Crazy, you might wanna get out of my business before I call my play cousin Barack!”

I think he got the picture!

Enough about me, how are you doing in 1977?  Can you believe that we are near the tail end of this decade?  Time know it flies!

I see that everybody is present and accounted for.  Geo over there in a badass white suit and T. Wayne is sporting an opened silk shirt with a medallion—YASSSS!  San, the Miami Playette, is rocking a print blouse with some gauchos and boots baby!  Please don’t hate!  She’s a bad heffa!

Cousin Ron is over there trying on one of Uncle Jimmy’s old Airforce uniforms.  I wonder why?

Alrighty then!  Let’s get it in!

My Jams 1977

 Don’t ask my neighbors by The Emotions

Good Gawd, Sheila is damn near whimpering on this jam and that’s a good thing!

How could any man resist a request from a woman with a voice like that?

I guarantee you she gets what she wants!

Boogie Nights by Heatwave

Ok, so there is this longstanding rumor that the Wilder brothers from Heatwave are my kinfolk.  This all started when Madear made a passing comment after seeing them on Soul Train.  I can neither confirm nor deny but I will say that Gwin’s mama’nem got some DEEP roots all up and through the great state of Ohio and that’s where them Wilders are from.

Either way, them brothers were bad!

But did you check out that jazz interlude at the beginning of this jam?  Whaaa?  Who else was doing that?  And to think a bad British blue-eyed soul brother named Rod Temperton was one of the masterminds behind the whole thing!  You better act like you know!

Since that time, Brother Rod has produced some music heavies.  Can you say “Michael Jackson’s Thriller?”

By the way, I, Sexy Lady G am Gwin’s alter ego.  Sometimes we are interchangeable and sometimes we are NOT!  HA! 

Float on by The Floaters

Uh oh!  Now you know something is wrong when a group is named after the damn song.  That fact alone screams “one hit wonder!”

No matter, this jam was the business!

Seems like everybody had a favorite Floater-regardless to zodiac sign.  Y’all, I was kinda pissed that there were no Capricorns in the group.  Does that sign have too many syllables for the song?  Maybe if they had included just one Cappy they might have gone a little further! I’m just sayin’

Anyway, my favorite floater was Charles!  YASSS!!!  I don’t know, I guess it was the way that joker stepped to the mic and said, “Libra, and my name is Charles….”

Baby Charles commenced to work the HELL out of his verse.  “Aww Chile…”

Do yourself a favor and fast forward to Charles.  Holla back after you do.

Dance, Dance, Dance by Chic

Yass baby, Nile and Bernard brought some style and class to this joint!  If you don’t believe me peep the visual!  Those jokers were sharp to death in those designer suits!  Let us not forget the sophisticated divas in the group!  You couldn’t touch ‘em!

Whenever I want to go right on up to heaven I listen to the long version of this jam!  The violins take me EV-ER-Y-WHERE!!!  YASSS!  This is one of the songs I want sung at my funeral right after they sing “The Upper Room.”

Naw, I’m just kidding!

Y’all better NOT play “The Upper Room” at my funeral!  LOL!!

Ain’t gone bump no more by Joe Tex

Another novelty song!  They used to do that a lot in the ‘70’s.

Gwin’s mama went to see Joe Tex at a club one night and she managed to get his autograph for her.  She don’t know where the hell it is now.

How much do you think it would go for on e-bay?  LOL!

Strawberry Letter 23 by The Brothers Johnson

Hell was it letter 22 or 23?  I get it mixed up!  Anyway, everybody was rocking this bad boy back then.

Brick House by The Commodores

This damn thang is a CLASSIC!  Every generation knows this jam right here!  Baby the moment Walter started bamming on them drums you knew what time it was. By the way, he was leading on this one-not Lionel.

One of my uncles used to say, “Let’s go look at some brick houses!”  I didn’t know what in the devil he was talking about so I asked him what that meant.  Homeboy said, “Look at your Auntie and that should explain it.”

OK, I got it!

Show you the way to go by The Jacksons

That’s right baby, them Jackson boys changed it up after they left Motown.  I loved this jam.

Check out the way they looped around Michael’s voice as he says “ayyy” at the end of the jam.  That’s kinda different….something tells me that we will hear this technique again (cough, cough… hip hop).  Speaking of hip hip, RIP Afeni Shakur.

Go listen to it


Lovely Day by Bill Withers

This is one of my damn jammy jam jams Baby!  This song will soften even the meanest of bastards!

Chile when Bill held that freaking long note in the word “day” I thought I was gonna lose my everloving mind!  I really just cannot with Bill!

More than a woman by Tavares

Last week—um…I meant… last year I told y’all to check out the harmonies that are produced by siblings.  If you didn’t do it then, now is your chance!

Tavares covered and KILLED this BeeGees jam!  By the way, I freaking love the Bee Gees!  Much respeck!

Oh yeah, this is another jam that I want somebody to sing at my funeral ‘cause Sexy Lady G is sho nuff more than a woman!

“Say you’ll always be my baby…”

If I can’t have you by Yvonne Elliman

Frankly Scarlett I don’t give a damn if this jam came out in ’76, ’77 or ’78!  I wanna talk about it right now!

So, one night nearly 20 years ago I went to my favorite LGBTQ club to see the Queens in all of their splendor!  Honey, can you believe them heffas made me lip sync this jam?  Chile I was 3 sheets to the wind singing my ass off.  Baby when I tell you I had done kicked off my heels and started spinning like Sylvester please believe it!

Later that night we all started lip synching “You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille!”

Y’all I was walking around the club barefooted looking for my shoes.  Fortunately, a gorgeous Queen who was sitting at the end of the bar was kind enough to have babysat my high heel steppas!

I ain’t never had more fun at a club than I did that night! This is a true story y’all!  I couldn’t make this ish up if I wanted to.

Ms. Sexy Lady G loves the Queens and she loves this jam right here!

Slide by Slave

Yass!  Drac is in the house!

This one is for my brass junkies!  I gotta have some ‘Slide’ in my life!

“Why don’t you slide…?”

As by Stevie Wonder

I really, absolutely, simply, unequivocally cannot with Stevie on this jam.  This is one of those tear jerking-hand clapping joints.

Just beautiful!

Superman by Celi Bee and Buzzy Bunch

I told you they liked novelty jams back in the ’70’s.  I used to like this as a kid because I was taking violin lessons at the time and it was chock full of violins!

Hell the fact that they were singing about Superman didn’t hurt.

Sounds to me like home girl is proposing a sexual interlude with the man with the “S” on his chest!

I was gonna dedicate this one to Gwin’s son (Superman/Kryptonian) but there is way too much going on here! She’ll kill me about her baby!

That boy fine tho’

Sunshine by Enchantment

Just plain pretty!  That’s all I gotta say!

Darlin’Darlin’ Baby by the O’Jays

That doggone Eddie Levert is killing me on this jam!

“All the thangs that you desire… I’ll do my best to give ‘em to you!”

Aw hell where is that man???

O-H-I-O by The Ohio Players

I have a special fondness for this jam because, as I said, me and Gwin got some serious family situations going on in the buckeye state.

Another brass junkie jam!  Those jokers are blowing the hell out of them horns on this jam!  If you like brass you gotta add this to your play list.

I’m going down by Rose Royce

“Time on my hands since you been away boy, I ain’t got no plans, naw, naw, naw, naw!”

I just be damned!


While I’m alone by Maze featuring Frankie Beverly

My Big ‘Brother’ Muhammad is Mr. Beverly’s bodyguard and that brother ain’t nobody’s joke!  Try to mess with Frankie if you want to!  Trust, you will get your grill busted!

Anyway, what can one say about Frankie and Maze?  If you’ve never been to a Maze concert please check his schedule, book your concert tickets, flight and hotel right NOW!!! You will sho nuff get some ‘happy feelins!’

How smooth is Frankie? Huh? Tell me! Huh???

Your love is rated X by Johnnie Taylor

Your Uncle Johnnie does it again!  However, he did things a little bit different on this one.  Here he brought the romance.  Check out the instruments; specifically that flute! Definitely mood music!

He probably could have got it back in the day! Did I say that?  Hell he ain’t none of my uncle!

Voyage to Atlantis by The Isley Brothers

Can you say faded?

Naw, I’m just kidding!

Ok, no I’m not!

“I’ll always come back to you…”


‘Cause you love me baby by Deneice Williams

The bells in this jam are just so freaking sweet!  Neicy floating on top adds the icing.

If you need to play a sweet jam, pick this one!


Well sir!  I bet you thought I was never gonna shut the hell up!  Y’all know I can go on and on and on with these jams.  As you can see, these posts are getting longer and longer and I still have to leave stuff off!  Please continue to stick with me.  I got plenty more jams coming in the future.

Remember to hit me up with your 1977 faves in the comments section!  I LOVE hearing from you guys!

And now, my dear sweet 1977, We’re OUT!



Next Thursday:  My Jams ‘78