6 May 2009

muffy 540x642 Muffy

Hello my name is…
Muffy.

Aka…
The Muffster, Muffarama, Muffomatic, Muff-Mommy, I have a milli aka’s.

I was raised in…
Partly in Detroit, where I was born—where most gangstas and playas are born. Then off to Newark, NJ, where I learned how to steal my first car (jus’ teasing!), and I’m still being raised musically in Atlanta. I must bloom where I’m planted. Ya dig pop!?


The reason that you’re reading about me is…

My dope-ass manager who picked me up off the corner of Ponce De Leon in Atlanta outside of MJQ’s, where I shamelessly gave him my demo CD after being encouraged by good friend and fellow artist-on-the-come-up Fiona Simone. Then after I was abducted by the best management team in Atlanta, I was introduced to Bangladesh. A year after initial introduction to the musical beast/super-duper producer, I locked in with him to complete the journey to make groundbreaking music.

I work for…
The universe herself. I was planted here to do her will. I work for love.

Right now I’m working on…
I’m actually not working. I’m living and breathing and enjoying the road to a healthy lifestyle. Making peace and prosperity doing the things I love the most, which include my groundbreaking musical talents.

But I’d rather be…
Frolicking in a meadow with fluffy animals, after baking a fresh batch of bananas nut muffins and sharing them with the good-willed people of the world. Then worry about the politics of the music industry. But that’s why I have Coach K, my manager.

My most prized possessions are…
My beautiful gem stones. And collectable toys. And my phone for texting. And my fingers for texting. Mostly my thumbs though. And my toes for painting them really pretty colors. I love every thing I possess. I’m thankful for all that I have. The simpler they are, the more I appreciate them.

The first thing I do in the morning is…
Chant, “I am a winner” over and over, then meditate. Or something of that sort. Direct my mind to positive thinking in order to achieve agreeable manifestation.

The last thing I do at night is…
Drink Patron and pass out. Well, that’s true for a lot of nights. But sometimes I just meditate and/or listen to Erykah Badu. She’s my imaginary soul auntie. I never met her. Not pressed to either. But we have the same birthday. I really relate to the frequencies in her music. Even though it’s way different from my own. Oh yeah and lots of the time I mix in a li’l Bjork.

My momma always said…
I should never get a regular job or any job. She always encouraged me to live life instead of work my life away. I loved calling her every time I would quit a job. It would be more like a reason to celebrate more than a loss of money. Money is cool. But it doesn’t really exist. We are already rich. When you realize that you take chances.

I love it when people…
Smile and say hello—especially if it’s genuine. A smile of sincerity, you can’t ask for more.

I can’t stand when people…
Are afraid to jump, or to try, or to change, or to fly. Well the flying thing, I have recently gotten scared of myself. But hypothetically speaking, I really just mean, I get sad when I don’t see people pushing their limits.

The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen is…
I see beauty everywhere. I like too many things. I’m always like, “that’s the most beautiful thing” or “that’s my favorite thing ever.” I’m extra like that. I see a lot of beautiful things. Like Pro Tools sessions. That always amazes me to see the lines of sounds go across a computer screen.

The ugliest thing I’ve ever seen is…
The ugliest thing I ever seen was “two girls and a cup” video. That’s some crazy YouTubeness. I couldn’t even get through the first 15 seconds. So maybe I didn’t see it.

I am what I drive, which is…
I don’t drive. I am a sneaker or I am in the passenger side of my manager’s range rover. I am grind mode! Or maybe I am meant to be chauffeured?

The last time I swore I’d never drink was after a night of…
This one night, we thought we was drinking Grey Goose but I think they was serving us well vodka. I threw up my eyeballs. Like literally out their sockets for like four hours straight. I prayed and promised never to drink again. That rarely happens to me because I know my limit. But that was the last sneak attack of the century for me. Matter of fact that was the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen!

Future projects and plans…
I plan to follow the lead of my manager Coach K and my favorite producer dude Bangladesh with full trust.

And before I leave I’d like to give a shout out to…
My mom Crystal Blue, Tim Brown, Coach K, Yusef, Bangladesh, Fiona Simone, Hollyweerd, Grip Plyas, Proton, Jaspects, Corinne, Kesh of Dymond Wayz, Marvie Flay, MJQ’s, Standard, Decatur Dan, Dwayne, Dante, Torri, Nasir, Shitty, Lucia, my Sponge Bob pillow, Eniya, all my family back home. Muffy loves you.

2 Responses to “Muffy”

  1. Lex Steal said on

    We f*ck with Muffy in the A. She is whats next!

  2. ThaTBitch4rmThaBay! said on

    Muffy you sound like tha shit!I’m a keep my ear out for you.Keep doin what you do best girl!

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