Primarily:

• Drums 1 - ?uestlove (The Roots)
• Drums 2 - Travis Barker
• Piano - John Legend
• Keys - Pharrell (The Neptunes)
• Wurlitzer/Vocals - Norah Jones
• Rhythm Guitar/Vocals - Wyclef Jean
• Lead Guitar -  Captain Kirk (The Roots)
• Bass - Jerry Wonder
• Turntables - DJ Jazzy Jeff
• Hypeman - Mos Def

Alternatively:

• Piano - Sergio Mendes
• Keys - Danger Mouse (Gnarls Barkley)
• Lead Guitar - Carlos Santana
• Turntables - DJ K-Sly
• Cowbell - Mark Ronson
• Anything Else - Visitante (Calle 13)
• Hypeman - Common

Or Even:

• Piano/Vocals - Alicia Keys
• Keys - Chris Martin (Coldplay)
• Vocals - Jill Scott
• Saxophone - Chad Hugo (The Neptunes)
• Turntables - Ali Shaheed Muhammad (A Tribe Called Quest)
• Hypeman - Will Smith

I’m big on imagination.

jessicasaurus:

jazzimm:

Alrighty, so I had what was possibly the most messed up dream last night. So what happened was, Brian picked me up from work or the mall or something, and then we went and met up with Jess and my mom and little brother at some forest place, and were just chillin and walking in the forst. And my mom didn’t say anything, but for some reason I could hear her thoughts, and she was wondering why Brian was there. I didn’t know either. Anyways, then the dream just kind of cut to me sitting at my computer in the kitchen, and my dad was a few feet away, cooking something, and then the dog walked into the kitchen and peed on one of the chairs. My dad didn’t look pleased.
That was it. I pretty much hate dreams.

…Apparently, it’s national messed up dream day. My version is as follows:

Sooo, I’m at the mall shopping with Jazz and my mom. And we’re in H&M looking for snazzy new outfits for whatever reason. And there’s some person over in a corner shoplifting. The H&M staff, rather than calling security or whatever, proceeds to point and yell:
“SHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOP LIFTEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!”
in the direction of said criminal. Jazz and I turn to each other, and I say “…We should leave, before we get shot.” Later, we’re in another store (the store I happen to work in) and we’re happily shopping away. Then, the shoplifter shows up in the store we’re in and starts shoplifting again. This time, the staff notices and is more discreet about it, but apparently they still didn’t call security in time, because the shoplifter begins to make an exit. I decide to take matters into my own hands, and fully body check the shoplifter before he can exit the store. The shoplifter subsequently died from blunt force trauma, as a CSI on the scene informed us. (this is especially funny, because I top out at like 110 pounds)

… the moral of the story is, I should NOT watch CSI: NY marathons for four days straight.

I don’t have dreams :(

I mean, other than the ones when I’m awake!  Like the one where I get to cut a record with Pharrell, Lupe Fiasco and DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince!