so… with another layout comes new life… new breath… a baby boy who’ll come home in Nov. New beginnings… chee!

Here’s the first leak from soon-to-be-released beat tape by yours truly! Turn it up!

Gotta Have It produced by know:juander | Download

I’m sure everybody and they momma’ and ‘nem found out MJ passed a few days ago before it was even determined by medical professionals…
I think the worst part about it was that, within the seven minutes it took him to go from being in a coma to actually being pronounced dead… most people had given up on him pulling through. Almost like people wanted his death to be reality though it wasn’t just yet when a couple of the calls I got yesterday came through. However, I digress.
The other part is how with how saturated life seems to have become, his death has become more of a trending topic than something that we look at as full, and great; being an ever greater loss.
Now I joked about how people blamed MJ for molesting children; telling them that at some point of their lives… they wanted to be molesters because truth be told, EVERYBODY wanted to me MJ at some point of their lives. And we aint talking basketball. Now we all know that passing is an appointment on everybody’s schedule and there is nothing you can do about it, however I am sure most of us in our inner most soul, felt MJ would probably be one of those people who outlived our children. (Smiling) He almost seemed immortal. Besides his legal battles and everybody going after the guy who ultimately was only guilty of never escaping his second childhood and being a really nice dude… who cared about people genuinely, his legacy is one of the most deserving, and the most overwhelming. He has easily influenced any musician alive since (before) he first did the moonwalk.
The guy has made some of the most interesting short films, music videos, and of course music… GOOD MUSIC. And that is why though the man is gone in the physical, some (very large) part of him will always live within the words and soundtracks; music videos and dance moves that everyone has enough of “child” in them to try to emulate; and in the purest inspiration and positive messages he has given to not just a genre of music, but various cultures and people in this world. When you look at many other artists active during the “MJ era” and their body of work, not much candle holding worthiness, I’m sure most agree. On top of being a damn talented individual, he was also a very giving spirited person. How many people can say that they were part of a benefit that raised over 50 million dollars… and even more interesting; in the 90s? Michael Jackson donated millions of dollars of his own bread to various organizations to make other people’s lives a bit more fortunate. He was all around humble, but at the same time, he never went with the crowd. He continued to reinvent himself through the way he delivered his style, message, and his music.
He is survived not only through his children and parents… but through every child that has every looked at Thriller, and every kid that has picked up a MJ record and caught a vibe that couldn’t be explained. I conclude this post by saying that I am glad he exists on another plain of dwelling. There will never be another person like him. And his contribution to life, as well as music will never be forgotten. Rest in Love and I extend my deepest sympathy to his family and all that are truly affected by this great loss.

-know
“…. annie can you tell us, are you okay…”

So if you want to play this little game, just shoot me an email. No nasty-grams if you don’t figure it out… lol. Peace kings and queens.

-know:juander
Love can keep us.

My cousin is cutting hair, I got some new nieces (though no kids of my own…), my sister is doing well, girls I used to like… well… I won’t go there. I was jonzin’ for this one sister back in the day… so far we’ve come from there though. I saw some familiar faces, but I didn’t remember names. I bought a cardigan to compliment my “Mr. Rogers” mood, which went over well with the ladies I might add. Some of the outings were interesting, some involved alcohol, others… should’ve. (smirking) Three days left, and I didn’t get to see the one person I wanted to see and the reason I got see everyone else I saw. So in that lies a certain disappointment. However, I was informed that I would be PCSing from the Hawaii area later this year to Kentucky. I’m excited about the change. Change can always be positive, if you go into it with the right outlook. I don’t feel like it’ll stop anything I’m doing or working toward simply because I’m sitting in a car blogging on my MacBook on 8th and Barber St. next to some old building which looks abandoned, but for some reason is secured by the good folks at ADT. So, because the last few months have been a low point for me from a personal aspect, I’m going into everything with a clear mind, and taking it for what it is; one day at a time – the way I should’ve from the jump – however, we live and we learn.

I love home, but I’m so ready to get back to my everyday hustle and hubbub. I’m going to miss my family, but who knows, maybe I’ll be back to visit for a few days later this year, before I do the Kentucky thing. And maybe I won’t. Only God knows.

NOTE:
• All good things must end. Well at least people say that. I don’t think they have to. We just have to focus on how to keep them good, whether it’s relationships or something as simple as a bowl of rice.

SHOUTS:
• Grip H a true big brother.
• Dan Poh I talk to you one way or another more than I do some of my family. You always have some positive words to say. We gone build some art brother, soon.
• April & Christie My inspiration, my heart, my friends. Not a lot of people can love others through their mess; you’ve both manage to look through my situation and find the person I am and pull me out of what I was going through.

Entered the revamp (decision) of this juanderful website. I think for the most part I wanted to display more of my personal and simple side as far as the design aspect is concerned. I also wanted to step away from the feeling to need clutter on the site to make it appealing. I think the designer in you (or lack thereof) should be able to appreciate this.

Another song in the line up… once it’s done I will post it… on juanderings.com… so I guess you should at this point… throw me a link… (we can exchange) and then politely bookmark my shit. lol. oh, and if you had a link here, give me a minute to get it back up… the php data is a bit different from traditional coding in respects to the theme’s layout. but I will get the link back up. We all need that love.

in closing there will be way more going on in know:juanderland so be on the lookout for some collaborations and some more solo joints from Grip and myself up, mixtapes from people I dig and we’re going to be welcoming some contributors to this website to make it something for everyone. So stay on the lookout… pace and blessings… (no I didn’t leave out any letters, I know what I typed. lol) ::K

-know
Love can keep us

I really do think about dating a porn star; what my life would be like. I almost picture what sex would be like in that situation, but don’t venture too far into that realm because it’s the same as watching porn. Sorry if people are thinking to themselves… ‘so he has officially lost it.’ Long ago friends. Then I also wonder how people would feel if I could accomplish music and be deaf. Think of how many conversations that are WACK I would no longer have to entertain… that would kind of suck then, cause I wouldn’t really be able to bump Dilla, Milk, Elz, Royce, Grip, 3000, Rhyme the…, Thought, Def, Talib, Q-Tip, 88 Keys, Kanye… so never mind, I would probably request that God just give me a remote control that only had a mute button on it, a huge, ginormous, gigantuik… purple snooze button with a black fist on it. That had mute under it like so…. ” (MUTE) ” That would be as cool as the buzz Rihanna is getting right now without all of the bruises and super emo emails that I’m sure she’s gotten from people who probably talked shit and laughed at her. Rihanna… Chris was wack for that… let’s move forward.

I never really thought that many people listened to our music… meaning the nobody’s out there that the world calls us indirectly… cause we haven’t made XXL’s next top ## new school break-out-only-have-one-hit artists of the century. But my phone rang and I was like, ‘maybe there is hope.’

Speaking of hope. Why in the hell are all of the same (rich) (insert race here) people out there trying at nothing to stop what Obama has decided to do with us as a country? It wouldn’t be so bad if we’d been trying that for the last 8 years and it not had worked… no. We only had a few planes crash into buildings, wars break out, the population of 19 year olds go from being aspiring doctors, singers, and teachers to body bags… damn, is it okay to step into trying what hasn’t been attempted or are we doomed because we sit with our ass checks conveniently on both sides of our thumbs. By ‘we‘ I mean ‘they.’

After that was said, I realized the reason I wasn’t into politics like people said I should. Then again they said I shouldn’t have been doing music, and look at where we’ve arrived to. I’m working on some things that I’m sure the lyricist(s) in you will appreciate… slam poetry style ish that you may have to listen to a few times to get. I won’t say I’m not ‘dumbing down’ cause most people who say that already have, and, in turn, are forced to say that to validate themselves for who they (once) were. Instead I will say, my reading level is higher than that of a 12th grader, so if you don’t feel the same way… listen to the beat… that’s what’s getting most of these rappers by these days and turn your subs allllllllll the way up. Either of them you do, stay tuned cause my feelings have changed… and most of you don’t understand how that correlates to an album coming…

know:juander (you read it all)
zZZzzz

DOPE

my mother told me when i was twelve she wanted not a nigger for a son. to be the sun was like asking martin luther king to hate himself more than he love the wealth… and to answer when shorties holler where the ballers at… drug dealer buy jordan, crack head buy… weapons of mass destruction. and i was the new blood as master colonel’s functions…
looking for a way to stand out, not my skin
look for a corner they wouldn’t notice me in. stuck with this jazz tune playing in my head when i slept. one day i woke up and realized i didn’t dream in english and it made me wonder… where did i really come from. who is my father… not the man my mother named me after. and this girl i kept running into, shared a bed and my last sandwich with before she left me for some cat that was a “movie producer” and now she’s ass up – all over the internet – and ll cats seem to remember is when she was mine and i said forever… shit cause dope back then
it was like i took shortie to the corner young. watched old men play chess and cards.
hated our condition but i loved her hard. love, like before i even knew what love was… i knew what love was… just didn’t give it name… if i had to now the one they gave it and the one i would – would actually not be the same. i’d call it dope. but now since i feel out of that feeling things are gray and i’m waiting for this use-to-be-light to turn to just dim… and then i can at least say when speaking of her… that we have good. cause dope is done and they say you only fall in dope once… twice if you’re lucky… and love was what they called the drum that sounded good with hi-hats and were made to have strings worn with your feet… and after all of this has passed and i forget the things i said about you… i want to close my eyes… knowing that i lived and at one time actually felt…. doped.
-know.

disclaimer: if i left some words out it’s because i think faster than i type. my apologies people. peace and progress.

-know
love can keep us

-know
love can keep us.