Delayed business…the Fryer joint has been pushed back a week. Be sure to check it out. Especially you, Roland. Especially you.
Business, baby…For Myself and Others, my personal contribution to the glut of people talking in this world, has returned in a different format. The new setup is a blog that I’ll update five days a week, and you can find the blog at journals.aol.com/bjonesfmo/formyselfandothers. On the right, there is a permanent link to the AOL blog, so you can always come here to get to it. The entries will be shorter than what I do here, but they’ll be specifically about music. That doesn’t mean that I won’t talk music on here. Because AOL won’t let me use what is commonly deemed as profanity, I’ll have more interesting things to talk about over here.
The new setup will be fun, though, and I promise that you won’t find anything else in the landscape with the perspective I’m going to bring there, so please check it out. This new format also gives me more time, so I expect to do more interviews and other writings in the coming months. As always, you can find out what I’m up to here at Virtual Bomaniland.
‘Nuff bout me…let’s talk about a great interview my man Q did with Terence Howard for BV.

Click here and enjoy. This is actually pretty informative for young writers. Q tapped into one of the most volatile yet valuable resources in the game–somebody having a bad day. We know the deal with interviews. The interviewer gets the answers that the interviewee wants to give, and those are typically standard shit the star’s been saying all day. The trick, as the interviewer, is to talk about something that the cat being dealt with doesn’t hear every day. It’s really no different than dealing with someone of the opposite sex–when doing an interview, it’s imperative to make that person feel comfortable and make yourself stand out as something out of the ordinary.
But every now and then when trying to meet a (wo)man, you catch one that just don’t care. She’s down to do whatever for that night, and you cacn come up if you just shut up and let it roll. In that interview, our man Terence was just having one of those days and just didn’t care. He told Q what was really on his mind. ‘Twas on Q just to be easy and let this cat roll. I don’t know if Q did this in person, but when face-to-face, you ask the right questions to keep the cat rolling while trying to avoid the ones that will prompt buddy to bust you in face plate. ‘Tis a tricky balance.
Q hit this dead on the mark, though. He never exploited the fact that buddy was gone off somethin’–anger, not dope–but he didn’t do anything to interfere with our enjoyment of a nigga having a really bad day.
And I respect Terence’s gangster. He plays a dirty game, and he knows it. He’s trying to get his money and get out. Unfortunately, I’ve heard that same line from actors, rappers, dope dealers, and cats that work for corporations. They all tend to wind up in the game until old, gray, incarcerated, or some terrible combination of the three.
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I’m gone. Please click the blog and enjoy. I’ll have a link to it on this site soon. And if you come across a link that’s interesting and think would be worthy of some witty banter, send it to the folk.