Rock Camp for [Pook]

Pook, the way your mama talks about you you'd swear that she never wore a pair of sunglasses to the club or spent many of a Saturday evening twirling in the mirror before heading out for a night on the town in her most recently acquired fashion items. She's as girly as they come, and as much of a woman as anyone will ever be. Plus, as she'll soon be telling you there's a fine line between being fashionable and fabulous, the task of life is deciding when to be on the appropriate sides of that line.

Still as you sing along to the Dreamgirls soundtrack or compose another ditty with the woman affectionately known as rNb---I wanted to run something by you. What do you think of this? Can you see yourself, in let's say 2013 or 2014 attending Willie Mae's Rock Camp for Girls?

I sorta can. Mom will probably fill out the application for you while also making her arrangements to summer in Napa. She'll buy you an i-something or another loaded with music from Grace Jones, Alanis Morrissette, Sheila E., Tamar Akil and India Arie in order to give you a crash course on some women who've rocked. Your bags will be backed for NYC. You'll have your first axe in hand.

She'll send me and a dozen people emails to take you out to eat because she don't trust other people feeding her baby---meanwhile you'll be on your way to being the flyest rockin' rollin 8/9 year old Urbana's ever seen.

What da ya think about that?

FL