Soca, Chutney, Jazz, Funk, Go-Go, Zydeco, Jazz Fusion, Reggae (roots, dancehall, reggaeton), Delta Blues, Chicago Blues, R & B, Rock, Neo Soul, Ole School Music
Movies
Half Baked, White Chicks, 5th Element, What Dreams May Come, 40-year old Virgin, Coming to America, All Dave Chappelle, Martin Lawrence, and Eddie Murphy, Jim Carey movies
Television
Crank Yankers, Wild N Out, Flavor of Love,I love New York, Being Bobby Brown, South Park, Chapelle Show, Adult Swim, Star Trek
Calvert High
Prince Frederick,Maryland
Graduated: 1987
Student status: Alumni
Degree: High School Diploma
Clubs: Drama Club, Newspaper/Yearbook, Student Council, Concert & Jazz Chorus, Sweet Adeline
Patch High School
Stuttgart, DoDDs Schools
Graduated: N/A
Student status: Alumni
Clubs: Back then junior high kids went to the same school w/Patch High from Kelly Barracks
Stacy started her singing career at 5 singing jazz
standards in USO shows on Army bases in Germany. She
has performed in several countries with different
bands as well as locally. She sometimes stuns her
audience by singing blues and jazz in German. You can
hear her powerful vocals on several CD's presently in
stores and is now working on her own. Although her career has been diverse, the blues is her heart.
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the rewrite: I RODE DOWN THE LONELY HI-WAY With the top down, the sounds of the ocean waves mixed with the soul of my 8 track player Michael Jackson crooned, “I Wanna Be Where You Are” My Blues bled into the dark sky My eyes were on the road but, I see her at every mile marker, and with every star that sparkled above I pushed on the gas as my heart raced Where am I going? Anywhere she might be Teasing my soul hoping she was headed to me Whoooo… I took that corner too fast Slow down and live with the memories My 8 track player switches songs and my mind flips and trips as Michael Jackson sings, I Wonder Who Lovin.. You I fight the winds from blowing me over into on coming traffic I fight my heart and mind and stay focused as push buttons on the 8 track, The Jackson 5 sing, “The Love You Save May Be Your Own” I pass slow traffic and get on the straight and narrow and reminisce Like when we were lovers in the night She is sitting on my love Her hands spread on my chest Her lips and eyes smile Feeling my love We were cruising after we had climbed a mountain I’m watching her mountains rise and fall, and drip on me She and I create streams that lead to her river I hold on to her firmly I sing along with Michael Jackson, “Never Can Say Goodbye” Whoooo… I almost ran off the road I’m squeezing the driving wheel with all my might; my hands are numb I look to the passage seat I’m alone on this lonely hi-fi-hi-way I check my seat belt, adjust my mirror, and try to adjust to the fact…she is gone I turn the 8 track up, and hit repeat… and again Little Michael Jackson sings, “I wanna Be Where You Are” I hit the gas and head home cr@2009 Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn the author of the best selling romantic novel BRUSH STROKES http://alvinhorn.com
Hope all is well with you. I'd like to say... "Thank you for the add." Your friendship means everything to me, and I want to welcome you to my circle of friends. I would love for you to join my friends by signing my guest- book. Much Love, Ms Stella
What's up Chica! Happy Weekend....Just passin' through. Been working on music and haven't been on myspace much in the last year! Word Of The Week will be making a comeback. Hope this catches you with a smile. New Album sometime this summer! I hear that many of my friends have moved to facebook so I set up camp there too! Be Good.
Your Friend,
Jake Glasgow (Mister G)
TIME TO PLAY Another night, it’s time to play I pull out my baby out of the case I kiss her neck, and tune her to a perfect pitch Damn she pretty, a fine axe I plug her in, and turn her on I warm her up, by letting my finger fly up and down her It’s time to solo And I do as my axe splits the chord, but not the chord that binds us together, it is never broken I bend and break strings of soul But I keep us in tune with the way she grooves the bottom We change time in the movement from 4/4, to 6/4, and 6/9 I'm about to hit it again, but unlike James Brown, when I take her to the bridge I hit the one note that sets her into free form jazz We play like no other We get funky up in here Then we hold that one note that brings the house down Pure emotional opera We are the stage We dance too, as we play Grinding that rock and play those blues in the rapid repetition We are the bandstand of greatness I slide over to the keys and play 88 different ways on your original body of work as she sustains I pull out all the woodwinds and my wind is long and strong as she reverberates in sweet tremolo I grab a trumpet and play “The Flight of The Bumblebee”, as you hear and see my tongue work is quick and precise I end the night on the bass, and thump as you hum to the end of the chorus line of quavering effect I Lay my baby back in her protective bed, and close the door We rest up knowing we are on a lifetime tour Up at dawn We practice what we do, and what we do, we do it just as hard as if we were live That keep our song fresh, and always on time
He swings from vine to vine He’ll swim from ocean to ocean He will inquire within every tribe He’ll seeking the rarest His quest is for the one and only When he finds her She will be like… Mother Earth that is yet to be touched, yet he will feel she is the only one to embrace She will be like… An African violet, a shade of beauty no one can turn from She will be like… The lushness of a golden Amazon, where all they’ll ever need, lives and grows She will be like… A Caramel diamond of the Moroccan desert burning her beautiful image into his soul She will be like… The sweet tea of the Caribbean Sea; he’ll drift in her waves of calm She will be like… The heat of a Dominican beach; he will lay in her every grain of fine vastness She will be like… The spirit of a Belize breeze; he’ll soar with her energy She will be like… A Miami nighttime party; he will dance with her every step She will be like… The Golden Gate Bridge; she spans far and wide into the kind of friend she will be for him When he dose find her She will have found more than just any man He will be a magic carpet ride into a world of every beat of his heart is love for her His focus is beyond the material world No wavering in what he seeks Another pretty face just won’t do But she is alluring, and irresistible Her beautiful soul in his arms, is his goal Home is where she is Once he is there He will pull her hair as if he was pulling wild flowers to give to her He’ll part her lips with his tongue as if she is the last of the food on this earth He’ll hold her as she is his saving grace He is searching, he is on her trail Her star is pulling him in the right direction He can feel her in his aura For she is near She is his world to be
@2009 2nd edition Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn the author of BRUSH STROKES THOUSANDS OF READERS LOVE BRUSH STROKES, a unique love story, see the reviews at Amazon.com ... click here on Amazon.com http:/
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