Mos Def must’ve been channeling his other creative talents when he loosens the BK swag, dons a wig and cape for this Yo, Gabba Gabba episode. I appreciate him for trying new things and I love how he doesn’t take himself so serious…he did go to school for the performing arts by the way. But I wonder how this conversation came up? Check out my script entitled “Life in Marvelous Times.”
MANAGER: (Calling enthusiastically.) Yo, Mos I gotta project you’ll really love! Where are you? Where are you?
MOS: (Waking up from a nap; reluctantly answers.) Quiet Dog, [ya]Bite [is] Hard, en mi Casa Bey!
MANAGER: I got this project that will give you a broader fan base that reaches the Millenia generation. You’ll sell out Chuck E. Cheese and birthday parties!
MOS: (Perks up.) Even Auditoriums? (Suspicious) What is your Priority?
MANAGER: It’s to find great projects that explore all of your wonderful talents. Look the audition is Saturday. I’ll even buy you Roses!
MOS: No, No Hay Nada Mas quiero!
MANAGER: Ok, what else?
MOS: A pretty vocal coach and Pretty Dancers.
MANAGER: Stay focused Mos!
MOS: Ok, I’ll probably need the sides-can you tell me the History of the project?
MANAGER: The scene will have you in a cape and wig and even using those fabulous singing skills.
MOS: Wahid! I aint going out like no sucka’ man!
MANAGER: No, no…trust me! I know what’s up! Remember…the youth are important.
MOS: I know I can make it (dreamy) Super[…]magic[al]!
MANAGER: See! Have fun! Great way of looking at it.
MOS: You’re going to have to set me up in The Embassy suites so that I can focus.
MANAGER: Anything you’ll need. I got you!
MOS: (Doubtful) I had some Revelations about this in a dream once-I’m not sure this is a great idea.
MANAGER: Come on man! Just do it…if you don’t like it; we’ll tell them not to air it.
MOS: Don’t have me bring my Pistola! I don’t wanna have to hurt anybody!
MANAGER: Now all of that isn’t necessary. We’ll do the shoot at night-it will be fast and painless.
MOS: Hmmm, Twilite Speedball…I like that!
MANAGER: Look man, I gotta go. Don’t forget your loafers and those socks. Holla!