Hot Buttered Sunglasses

I live in North Carolina and was looking for local surf shops that sells them, can anyone help?

so this is what you do girlfriend
first
YOU TAKE SOME GLASSES, POUR BUTTER ALL OVER IT, THEN PUT IT IN THE OVEN AND THEN
YOU WILL GET HOT BUTTERED SUNGLASSES
THEN WHEN YOU WALK AROUND EVERYONE WILL THINK UR SOOO COOL AND THEY WILL ALL WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND!!!

2008-07-27 18:08:00 by Carlos H

With albums including 1969's "Hot Buttered Soul" and the double-disc, Grammy-winning "Black Moses" in 1971, Hayes laid the ...

Hayes, 'Shaft' Singer And Disco Presage, Dies

MEMPHIS, Tenn. - Isaac Hayes, the baldheaded, baritone-voiced soul crooner who laid the groundwork for disco and whose "Theme From Shaft" won both Academy and Grammy awards, died Sunday afternoon after he collapsed near a treadmill, authorities said. He was 65.

Hayes was pronounced dead at Baptist East Hospital in Memphis an hour after he was found by a family member, the Shelby County Sheriff's Office said. The cause of death was not immediately known.

With his muscular build, shiny head and sunglasses, Hayes cut a striking figure at a time when most of his contemporaries were sporting Afros. His music, which came to be known as urban-contemporary, paved the way for disco as well as romantic crooners like Barry White.

And in his spoken-word introductions and interludes, Hayes was essentially rapping before there was rap. His career hit another high in 1997 when he became the voice of Chef, the sensible school cook and devoted ladies man on the animated TV show "South Park."

"Isaac Hayes embodies everything that's soul music," Collin Stanback, an A&R executive at Stax, told The Associated Press on Sunday. "When you think of soul music you think of Isaac Hayes — the expression ... the sound and the creativity that goes along with it."

Hayes was about to begin work on a new album for Stax, the soul record label he helped build to legendary status. And he had recently finished work on a movie called "Soul Men" in which he played himself, starring Samuel Jackson and Bernie Mac, who died on Saturday.

Steve Shular, a spokesman for the sheriff's office, said authorities received a 911 call after Hayes' wife and young son and his wife's cousin returned home from the grocery store and found him collapsed in a downstairs bedroom. A sheriff's deputy administered CPR until paramedics arrived.

"The treadmill was running but he was unresponsive lying on the floor," Shular said.

The album "Hot Buttered Soul" made Hayes a star in 1969. His shaven head, gold chains and sunglasses gave him a compelling visual image.

He was in several movies, including "It Could Happen to You" with Nicolas Cage, "Ninth Street" with Martin Sheen, "Reindeer Games" starring Ben Affleck and the blaxploitation parody "I'm Gonna Git You, Sucka."

Hayes was born in 1942 in a tin shack in Covington, Tenn., about 40 miles north of Memphis. He was raised by his maternal grandparents after his mother died and his father took off when he was 1 1/2. The family moved to Memphis when he was 6.

Hayes wanted to be a doctor, but got redirected when he won a talent contest in ninth grade by singing Nat King Cole's "Looking Back."

He held down various low-paying jobs, including shining shoes on the legendary Beale Street in Memphis. He also played gigs in rural Southern juke joints where at times he had to hit the floor because someone began shooting.

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It's sad. I loved his music.

RIP

2008-08-10 21:37:19 by J.B. Holiday

A Civilized Man

What is the mark of a civilized man?

Is it when he dresses himself up in rich paper clothes
Drinking hot tea, served over butter-knifed “so”s?
Sparing dry time to clean his trim fingernails
Spending his days to pave future trails?
To shave and clean and shield the face
Drawing silk curtains against the rest of the race?

That he commits his crimes with pen instead of hand
His sins barked, not relented to command?
As a child he was choked by a schoolboy’s still collar?
Turning his nose from the screams and the squalor.
Is this what earns him the right to a fan?
Does this declare him the better man?

Does it only lie behind a scholar’s round, leering eyeglass?
Unwrinkled clothes? Boyish combed hair? Top of the class?
Those lazy gentlemen, who incessantly groom?
Civilized man? Or ape with a shave and in costume?

Why not a forgotten granddad, ghost on porch rocking chair,
But with a lifetime of wisdom which pours from his stare
Behind sunglasses snipped from a solid night sky?
There is life and there’s love in each twinkling-star eye.

Or maybe a mute man. Although many have labeled him “dumb,”
To gloom, hate, or envy he will never succumb.
Why not a criminal, his mind and body reduced to gray rust?
He’s surely sorry, but the world turns away in disgust.
A common beggar, hands bandaged by hurt and battered by life,
But while the “civilized” world still cracks a whip,
this beggar has put down his crude metal knife.

Or even a tribe man splashed with nature and feathered by birds,
A man of simplicity and very few words,
Who sprouted from earth, and in earth he lives still,
But even all smudged by earth, has never wanted to kill.
He has never seen life as a gift to his need.
He loves the life he sees from liquid eyes behind every sunset-colored hair bead.

Those are the marks of a civilized man,
the progress we have made ever since we began.

Woah- that's great!
Get it published...

2009-09-13 10:17:31 by Just Another Guy with an Avatar

Do you like this poem? Do you have any critique for it? Compliments, better yet?

A Civilized Man

What is the mark of a civilized man?

Is it when he dresses himself up in rich paper clothes
Drinking hot tea, served over butter-knifed “so’s”?
Sparing dry time to clean his trim fingernails
Spending his days to pave future trails?
To shave and clean and shield the face
Drawing silk curtains against the rest of the race?

That he commits his crimes with pen instead of hand
His sins barked, not relented to command?
As a child he was choked by a schoolboy’s still collar?
Turning his nose from the screams and the squalor.
Is this what earns him the right to a fan?
Does this declare him the better man?

Does it only lie behind a scholar’s round, leering eyeglass?
Unwrinkled clothes? Boyish combed hair? Top of the class?
Those lazy gentlemen, who incessantly groom?
Civilized man? Or ape with a shave and in costume?

Why not a forgotten granddad, ghost on porch rocking chair,
But with a lifetime of wisdom which pours from his stare
Behind sunglasses snipped from a solid night sky?
There is life and there’s love in each twinkling-star eye.

Or maybe a mute man. Although many have labeled him “dumb,”
To gloom, hate, or envy he will never succumb.
Why not a criminal, his mind and body reduced to gray rust?
He’s surely sorry, but the world turns away in disgust.
A common beggar, hands bandaged by hurt and battered by life,
But while the “civilized” world still cracks a whip,
this beggar has put down his crude metal knife.

Or even a tribe man splashed with nature and feathered by birds,
A man of simplicity and very few words,
Who sprouted from earth, and in earth he lives still,
But even all smudged by earth, has never wanted to kill.
He has never seen life as a gift to his need.
He loves the life he sees from liquid eyes behind every sunset-colored hair bead.

Those are the marks of a civilized man,
the progress we have made ever since we began.

Some lines make no sense. What is dry time? A tribe man? Butter-knifed so's? Paper clothes?

Please take a class in poetry basics. You have a way with words and you just need to know the basics and practice, practice.

2009-09-12 15:26:26 by Just Another Guy with an Avatar