Mandii Madison: October 2011

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Monday, October 24, 2011

PART ONE

Where do I come from? I come from struggle and appreciation. A life harder then some, but better then most because no matter what I have always somehow stayed blessed. My memory takes me back to a place i called the mouse house. Self explanatory, that house scared the shit outta me lol I was like idk 3 yrs old, and I can remember going to pee with my legs up for fear that a mouse would run across my feet. No good. Fast forward to after my parents broke up when my newly single mom found a nice place in park slope..my 1st home..that was a place I grew up. St Marks between 4th and 5th was where I spent my elementary school years and was where we had our first house fire.

Somehow the back of the stove burst into flames and while my mother attempted to calm the flames, I tried to dial 911 and failed...I was 9 and terrified, sue me...thankfully my brother was in preschool at the time so my mom only had to worry about getting me out of the house..the flames grew closer to the front door and melted the ceiling, I therefore refused to leave that way. We ran to the front of the house and climbed out the window. Our home was completely destroyed and we had to find a place to live again until the apt was renovated...

Then one day the building was sold to new landlords who wanted to transform our apt into something better and that we could not keep because it would be way too expensive. We were bought out. My aunt and uncle offered to let us stay with them, and my mom reluctantly excepted the offer..she had a little bit of money to help with bills while she looked for another job, since she was laid off. So I began junior high in a new temp home in crown heights on rogers ave..things were cool since we got along with these people, but as time went on I noticed alot more arguing between my mom, my aunt and uncle. Example; My aunt would tell my uncle that she didnt give her money for a certain bill when she actually did, which obviously caused problems. Even I started to feel a cold shoulder from my aunt and older cousin.

One night they had a arguement so intense, I refused to leave the room and I kept my brother and sister with me. I remember my mother storming in and crying. She said she wanted to leave at least for the night but they threatened to call ACS if she left with us at that time of night...which I still can't understand...by my 8th grade year we left their house and moved in with my grandparents on 17th street.. again Park Slope..it was a two bedroom apt shared by 6 people and a dog. Needless to say we didnt stay long. My mother found a new job and in the meantime we moved into a family shelter in Bed Stuy. I spent the remainder of my JHS year there..

By the time I finished JHS we found a place of our own in Ridgewood, Queens...my 2nd home...a few blocks from bushwick, on madison and seneca ave was where I spent my high school years, but the moving wasnt over. Once I graduated my mom wanted to try out Jersey and I didnt want to go so I decided to live with my dad in Bensonhurst, BK.

Somehow both my parents ended up having to move to staten island but I went with my mom to her place because it was closer to my job and my school. The landlord was a straight asshole though. We couldnt prove it but he had someone break in and kept half the apt freezing. So we stopped paying rent and she saved to leave. She found another place but 2 weeks before we were scheduled to move in she got a call and was told the apt was given away..we were homeless... So my father said we could stay with him in the depressing apt he moved into...another tight squeeze..It was by far the most filthy building I had ever entered and was what used to be a store front. It was dark and it seemed to somehow effect my parents relationship for the worse...

Ill hold you till you dont want me to anymore

I look at you its and so hard to believe. You’re a baby..my baby.

When Im alone and sad you look at me with curiosity..with those eyes..those eyes so soft and kind which melt me back to happiness

I watch u exploring, learning, trying new ways of playing.. you’re such a baby you’re my baby

It was only a yr ago you lived in me, no idea of what you looked like never met you just going by imagination. Now i can notice the features you have of mine. You’re a piece of me. You’re a human with a strong personality that makes me angry, makes me laugh makes me proud you’re already your own person.

I pray that you stay safe n you let no one ever take advantage of you. Ill watch u grow, protect and love you. Ill teach you how a woman should be treated ‘cause you can only learn that from me. Give you the life some don’t think i can give.

Because you’re MY baby and ive loved you forever.

No matter your age I will hold you and remind you that you’re my baby

Pick and choose your battles

No winning

You cant play nice with a bitch…they’ll always just be a bitch

Beware of the smile

The sweetest ones can play dirty worst then the biggest bitch because they spend there time being genuine …and…well…sweet…fuck with them at your own risk

Monday, October 17, 2011

Mandii's song plots

Where oh where does Mandii Madison come up with her ideas for her songs?

My songs come from my life and the lives of those closest to me. A few people asked if "What's done is done" was something a personally went through. NO. At that time a friend of mine was in a terrible situation and I truly felt for her. It made me sick thinking about how she must have been feeling. Trapped. So i pulled from it and it ended up being a song I recorded. The very first. Later a learned it was a sensitive topic for other people in my family and friend circle. They could relate in different ways. So yeah, when I write, I write about what's REAL. I can't help it. I understand and feel other peoples emotion on top of my own, therefore I write.

Unforgettable Toni

In my opinion, she is has one of the most beautiful and unique voices you could ever hear. She didn't need to do much on stage and she could still catch your attention. And did I mention her timeless beauty? Miss thing didn't age a bit over the years. She surprised me here with how hot she could actually be.

I love her and that voice forever!!

Friday, October 14, 2011

Mandii Madison Performing live Nov 26th!

Its been a while since I've performed on stage, so with this performance I hope to bring the audience closer to me. Yes I want you to become fans of me and my music, but more importantly I want to build a relationship with you

Come join Mandii Madison at UC Lounge on november 26th @8:30pm. On 87 Ludlow st NY, NY!!

Monday, October 10, 2011

Mandii Madison on Coast to Coast mixtape

The indie top 50

Mandii makes coast to coast

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Visit me on Reverb!

SOMEONE PRECIOUS ON ITUNES

Someone Precious on ITUNES

Beyonce's new album 4

You're crazy if you don like Beyonce (laughing). No but really, there's nothing more to say other than she has proven herself over and over again. With this album I believe she went back to what music used to be. She tells stories, she gives women a voice and went so far as to use REAL instruments in her music. That bitch owns everything she does, I mean did you see her Countdown video? Hello she's pregnant and still did her thing! I freaking love her. Oh and her Run the World video, yeah I will be learning the dance.

If your man is still with someone, then you’re the side chick

And if you know you’re the side chick, how you got the nerve to be upset when he puts you to the side?

Who inspires Mandii Madison?

I have always been in love with power house voices. I can remember singing "I will always love you" by Whitney Houston, with my pigtails and a pretend mic. Even at like 7 years old I was fixated on holding the notes, singing with feeling, and it needed to be perfect. Then of course there's Christina Aguilera, Pink, Nina Simone, Beyonce, we all love Patti, Jodeci, Prince...yes I enjoy singing male songs. I mean should I go on because we'll be here forever. I appreciate the composition, lyrics and voices of all the music I come across.