Choppin' It Up With... MaryJayne...

Myspace is like living at a dorm on Howard University's campus. We used to get flyers for clubs underneath our door every fucking morning and then again in the evening. I would gather all of these up, save one to pick my teeth with, and discard the rest without even bothering to glance at the advertised event. Even the flyers with the donkey-assed Jamaican ladies that advertised the Caribbean happenings in Prince George's County became too commonplace to take notice. Myspace is the same fucking thing. Every time I log on I see notification that I have received a friend request. I tend to get giddy hoping that this is some young tender from my younger years that has finally tracked me down and is about to reveal her love to me. Data girl (the new "Computer Love"). But, as always, instead of it being an actual friend, it's usually some bullshit-ass underground rapper, with ne'er fucking skill, expecting that I am about to click on "approve" and then actually go to their slow-loading Myspace page and listen to the jake-ass tracks they have posted. Usually I just click "deny" and feel no emotion. One day I got a friend request from the young lady you see to your left, MaryJayne. I was going to keep with my routine and ignore the request, but because I felt a certain empathy with her name, I decided to check out her music. I clicked on her page and heard a track entitled, "Control." I sat and listened to her heart-wrenching tale of a love that has grown so strong that logic leaves the building and concern for self takes secondary precedence to this yungplure that makes the room humid. I knew that women that had been with me would be able to relate to MaryJayne's song. I went out on a limb and contacted MaryJayne because I was impressed by what I heard and the fact that she writes her own music. She is doing her thing out in the Bay Area, performing with local legends like Pep Love, Casual, Mac Mall and Andre Nikatina. We set up the time and the phone interview became a reality. MaryJayne is hella cool and a proletarian. We chopped it up for a spell, and since she is so smooth with it, it is truly better heard than read. All entertainers should hope to be so humble and approachable. Listen to MaryJayne's music over on her Myspace page and then check out the interview below. Classic stuff from a classy lady...