The 2014 Taste Of Soul

Saturday was a hell of a weekend...this much I can tell you.

October 18 was the day of the annual "Taste of Soul" festival here in Los Angeles.  Pretty much, any type of festival or event that happens on Crenshaw Boulevard (or anywhere in a known black community) is going to draw a big crowd.  Of course, I was leery about going due to the fact that I don't take well to big crowds when I'm by myself.  Luckily, I was with my mother and a couple of my cousins.  At least I managed to snap up a couple of halfway decent photos, though.  The camera on my Android phone is so crappy that I had to resort to using my mom's phone to get some dusk shots.

The first stage on Stocker St. 

The next stage on Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd.

The main stage on Rodeo Rd.

By the way, that gorgeous, bald-headed, chocolate-skinned African king you see on the big screen in that last picture is R&B crooner Tyrese, native of Watts, California.  Big shout out to him, if he so happens to come across this blog (I want to have you don one of my crocheted crowns someday, Ty).

The Death of Saturday Mornings

Let us all sit back and mourn the loss of a childhood ritual that occurred every week: Saturday Mornings.  Ah yes, Saturday Mornings, those times when kids jumped out of bed, gathered about in front of the television to watch their favorite cartoons, and their parents put up with the potential sugar rush that would happen as a result of overly sweet cereal being gnashed in between teeth.  Now the last local network, the CW (KTLA Channel 5 if you live in Los Angeles and Orange Counties, and the Inland Empire), has taken an age-old custom off life support.  But at least we have YouTube...

Now I can't explain memories of my (and anyone else's) kiddiehood in words, but maybe the following videos will help.




Even we '80s kids got a taste of some old school Hanna-Barbera goodness.


Ah, Thundercats...the epitome of Saturday Mornings.


And let's not forget its sister series, Silverhawks.

There are plenty more shows out there, but that's only the gist of it.

Lastly, you know the cartoons were over when this show came on afterward...



Now, what fun were Saturday morning cartoons without Soul Train???

Everyone, let us bow our heads in silence and pay our respects to the death of Saturday mornings.  You shall be missed.



You got a favorite Saturday morning memory?  Go ahead and drop 'em in the comments box.

New Title, Same Blog

Well guys, I've made that transition.  And no, I'm not dead.  :P

I tweaked the name of my crochet blog so you can easily find it on the search engines.  Which reminds me...I gotta go to my TripleClicks store and do some more tweaking.  ;)

But trust and believe, I ain't going nowhere.

And please be on the lookout for some more crowns in my store.  Just trying to work on my degree and run a shop at the same time, you know...