alright, so I realize that I’ve been missing in action. but there’s a lot going on.

let me give you the run down.

recently, I just signed a management contract. I have a lot of stuff on my plate and I need some official representation to make sure that I’m not getting dicked over by people who are presenting me with opportunities that might not fly. there’s a couple of things that could possibly be in the works. from radio stuff, possibly doing some TV commentary, some reality TV spots, guest writing for magazines… just a slew of things. and so I very much understand my buddy brook’s dilemma and I’m not even writing a damn book.

and of course I’ve been busy with the concreteloop.com stuff. after all, it’s my livelihood. it’s what I do to get paid. and so that always comes first. I gotta make sure I keep things constant over there with my music posting.

I’ve been taking a lot of meetings. and it’s a good thing. I’m trying to make sure I secure myself a spot in this industry as a front-runner for 2010. because that’s what next year is all about. forward progression, making things happen and making my dreams come true. I want to be able to have as much stuff as possible to post about on this blog and the only way I’m going to do it is if I keep the ball rolling with life.

so now that you know what’s going on with the business side, I suppose it’s time for me to shed some light with what’s been going on with me personally. sigh. I mean, that’s what this blog is, right? a personal blog? I guess everything can’t be light and airy, and I have to address things that are going on in my life.

I miss my baby. so much. it’s hard because I’m not used to spending so much time apart. but I realize that both us need to get things done. but I got so used to having my significant other here with me all summer, and now it’s like… I’m going withdrawal. cold turkey. I don’t wake up with some next to me anymore, I don’t get goodbye kisses or hugs. I don’t get to play with anyone’s hair while I wait to go to sleep. I don’t get to hold anybody’s hand. and it’s just an adjustment that I’ve had to make. and as much as I hate it, I guess absence really does sometimes make the heart grow fonder?

honestly, I didn’t know that I could be more fond than I already was.

the weather is changing. so that means I’ve got to change whatever effect I was giving over the summer time. to be completely honest, most of the time, I was pretty much naked. shorts and t-shirts. and as I’ve gotten more comfortable with myself and my body image, I’ve slipped into showing off my arms anymore. so that meant tanktops. I’m have a hard time shifting into the cooler months because all of my really cute stuff is summer stuff. go figure.

which is why this management contract with these great people is going to come into play soon. I need to be making more money than I am with the things that I’m doing. 2010 is not about free work. you’re not a professional if you’re not getting paid for the work that you’re doing. and I hope all of my friends and family are following that motto too.

but aside from that, I’ve been good. just know that there are big things coming and that I am working really hard. don’t worry, more pictures and blog entries are coming. I’m sorry for bullshitting you guys.

occasion: my cousin matty (pictured above) held a birthday party in conjuction with marquis phifer of lateboots.com fame at an art gallery/boutique located on peter street in historic castleberry hills called cowboys & poodles.

also in attendance: brook lynne carter of absolutebrook.com, wardrobe stylist and customizer fred bennett, wardrobe stylist icon billingsley, kodakboi of kiddunot.com, artist zenobia morrow and a host of others.

everyone is not pictured. but I posted the good snapshots that I had.

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spotted: brian patrick davis with friends, freddy, mike muse, marygale akpan and jeremy haynes at clark atlanta university’s 2009 homecoming game. photo by freddyo for freddyo.com.

I didn’t have school spirit at all when I went to clark atlanta university but something said to me, “what the hell, brian. go to the game.” and since I hosted the CAU homecoming fashion show, I decided that I should go back to my alma mater for some fun and sun, and then I thought to myself again: “what the hell, brian. it’s right down the street.” and there was free food, fun and fellowship. good times were had.

spotted: cassie at club miami, september 5th, 2009 in atlanta, georgia for labor day weekend after recording in the studio with dallas austin for a couple of days. we went all out to kick it with her.

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spotted: brian patrick davis at club rain, june 27th, 2009. two after the passing of legendary pop icon, michael jackson. the kids gave MJ tributes with their ensembles.

I normally wouldn’t be caught out there like this. but this picture cracks me up every single time I look at it. I believe that this is me dropping down low and scrapping the floor with it (whatever “it” is) when they finally rang-in a 30-minute tribute to michael by playing some of his most classic hits. I think at this moment, they were playing “rock with you” and I was feeling it because I jack this outfit completely from his video. don’t judge me.

don’t ask me where I’ve been, because I honestly don’t know.

I had to come here and vent. half because I haven’t updated in over and week and half because, well, I need to find something to do to keep me busy so I can keep my mind off missing a certain someone. those of you who know me, know that I’m in a relationship. and those of you who know me, know that when I love someone, I love hard. it’s just built in me to give everything I got. I mean, I don’t know any other way to be.

is that wrong?

I’m around a lot of folks that don’t believe in putting their eggs in one basket. in when they’re in relationships, they always have people that they “string along” on the side. people that know that they’re in relationships and for some reason, don’t care. they allowed themselves to be someone’s option and not a priority.

I can’t do that. I’m not built for that, it’s not in me. it takes a lot of energy to make one person feel special, let alone a few. or several, in some people’s cases. it’s a science that I’ve never been able to understand.

I can’t be that person. and I’ve never tried. I’ve never wanted to be. it’s like, I can’t do someone a way that I don’t want to be done. I’ve had my heartbroken before. a couple of times. it’s not a fun feeling. I’ve seen bad break-ups, and practically coached homegirls from ledges because their lover’s cast them aside. it’s just not a good feeling. it’s a dark place that I don’t care to visit ever again. I figure there really is such a thing as good karma. if you put positivity out there, you’re going to get it back to you. and it may not happen right away, but that’s kind of the point, right? wouldn’t you want something to surprise and shock you when you least expect it?

I can talk to people all day about relationships. until I’m blue in the face and everyone seems so to be pessimistic. and I can understand why because everyone’s had their heart broken. everyone’s gotten burned. it doesn’t matter how beautiful you are or how much you have to offer. everyone’s been hurt. but I believe you can’t let others guide your perceptions about what a relationship is supposed to be like. you can’t punish someone in your present or future because of someone in your past. because from then on, it’s doomed. you’ve killed it before it’s born. it’s done before it even started.

but I guess that’s the hopeless romantic in me. I believe that there’s someone for everyone. and although they may come around when you least expect it, you’ll find them.

in the midst of writing all of this, I realize that some of you guys are probably thinking: where in the hell did all of this come from? and honestly, just from me listening to people. and watching. and seeing how people that I’ve been around have been acting lately about their situations. and I cannot let what others do dictate how I react to certain things. all advice isn’t good advice!

I’ve just learned to trust my instincts in most cases. if I can’t trust myself and my heart, I can’t trust anything. I’ve never wanted to be a member of the broken heart’s club. I revoked my membership a while ago, and I don’t plan on re-pledging or re-instating myself anytime soon. you should invalidate your membership too.

I look over it, don’t I? well. I don’t have social anxiety like some people I know, but I do have a serious issue. I have really started to hate going out. it’s something that I’ve started to call “saturday night syndrome.” and even though it’s not serious and I really don’t have a problem with it, I think that some people are starting to.

there was a time in my life (not too long ago, actually), where my weekends started either on wednesday or thursday, and I’d get all gussied up to go out to somebody’s party or club. nowadays, I don’t really see it. I am perfectly comfortable cooking some food, cutting on a movie, laying around in my underwear and just completing being a vegetable. as much as I love to dance, act crazy and get dressed up, I just can’t seem to pull it together anymore to get up and go out and pay to see the same tired faces, listen to the same music (most of which I don’t like) and since I don’t drink or smoke, socially doing so isn’t a perk. and I make my own fun wherever I go anyway.

now, I’m trying to just figure out when this all started. because there was a time when I couldn’t be kept away from the nightlife. I mean, don’t get me wrong. there are choice nights when I will feel like pulling it together and just hitting the town with my friends but I have to be in the mood. and lately, it’s been like pulling teeth to get me to find an outfit and get in the car without huffing and puffing and blowing a house down.

take for instance, last night, mike (who you’ll read about later) and fred wanted to go out and do something. not necessarily go to a club, just out. out of the house. which I could completely understand. hell, I like to get out the house too. but the only option was to some bar. and I just couldn’t fix my face to want to go. I felt ugly, I looked a mess and I didn’t feel like putting the time and effort into making myself look presentable for some people that I don’t care about.

so, here it is… saturday day night, and I know that I’m probably going to get people looking in my direction, calls or texts and even tweets asking what’s the move for tonight. and I’m going to have a blank stare on my face, because honestly, you could just throw me a red powerade and a flick, and I’d be totally cool with that. somebody shake this funk I’m in, ’cause I don’t not want people to start calling me “the black antisocialite.”

BROOK LYNNE CARTER.

name: brook lynne carter.
location: absolutebrook.com
occupation: trapstar/blogger/bad bitch.
twitter: @brookandthecity.

meet brook lynne carter. I haven’t known this girl for long, but she has got to be one of the most interesting people that I have ever met. in life. that smile! those eyes! that hair! that skin! no, but seriously. isn’t she incredible to look at?

“pretty bitches do pretty things.” — as quoted by brook lynne carter.

she’s a native of the bay area but relocated to atlanta approximately three and a half years ago. she writes, she dances and she’s badder than your girlfriend. brook has really made a name of herself around atlanta and is randomly one of the most outspoken magicians that “the city” has ever seen. for the past couple of weeks, she’s been making cameo appearances at loft 201 for dinners, movies, surface and in-depth conversations. but aside from being breath-takingly gorgeous, she is deliriously witty and has one of the best senses of humor that I’ve ever seen. it’s crazy, because we say and think some of the exact same things, without us even having known eachother for that long.

absolutebrook.com is her online home. there, she talks about the double standards that strippers suffer, black folks with color complexes, regular pretty girl bullshit, publicity stunts these crazy celebrities that I blog about and of course, how could I forget… jay-z. she loves hov. otherwise, she wouldn’t be brook lynne carter. be on the look out for her, guys. she’s not up and coming. just the next big thing.

so, this is by no means a way to call people out or make anybody feel special. more so just a means of getting you guys acquainted with me and the people that are going to be mentioned the most on this blog. loft 201 is the place that I live. it’s in downtown atlanta – in the historic art district of castleberry hills. that’s all you need to know. it’s the place where I spend most of my time. and it’s almost like a common ground for everyone to meet up before going out. it’s a place of reference. a lot has gone down at loft 201. so when you see it, it’ll always be bold. and no shit should be talked about it either.

there are a couple of people who play integral parts here and so you can get familiar with names and faces, I thought I’d give you this, uh, little piece and with photos and blurbs. I’m going to try to cover as much ground as possible, but remember. these are the folks that you’re probably going to here the most about on this blog.

oh and by the way. this is going to a multi-part entry. 1) because I’m lazy as shit. 2) because there are more principal characters than this! and 3) because there are secondary characters as well.

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so. I used to do this thing back in the day and I thought it was time to revisit it.

I’ve got a wonderful life. I’ve got a great life. great family, great guy, great friends. I work hard and I like to have a good time. what’s work with no play? there’s got to be a pay off. if you don’t know me, you will soon. but if you do, you know I’m into music. I’m into writing. and I love living.

you also know that my name is brian patrick davis. and I’ve been known to be called by the moniker “the black socialite.” I put it in quotes because, well, I didn’t start calling myself that. it was a name given to me because of my excessive partying and overall mystery about what it was that I really “did.” but I guess I’ve lived up to the title by, well, still going out and managing to keep my personal life somewhat mysterious and somewhat under wraps. people know what I want them to know and I like it like that. but with this blog, I want people to get a little piece of what I do on a day to day basis. how I’m living. what I’m eating. who I’m working with. what I’m working on.

if you know me, you know that there are a few people that are pretty integral to my life. if you don’t, you’ll meet them as the follow this semi-pseudo journey that I’m on. I’ll probably feature, picture and talk about the same people frequently. you might come to love some of them just as I have. but we’ll see.

if you know me, you know I stay up late. really late. so if the time stamps on these entries get a little weird, you know why.

and what would this be introductory post be without a couple of shout-outs? of course, I’ve got to thank the very beautiful and talented hassana chanelle, because without her, this blog wouldn’t be up. I fell from the grace of graphic design and coding long ago, so it’s good to have someone as savvy as her in my corner. thanks babe. I knew there was I reason that I’ve loved you since highschool.

I’m going to keep the shouts to a minimum. but know that it’s important for me to share, and that’s what this blog is about. sharing my personal experience with the world. so keep coming back. the categories will multiply, the pictures will get brighter. the whole thing’ll get better.