Sunday, May 15, 2022

dis-appointment


 i got haircuts at Brown’s Barber College in Atlanta, GA for at least the first 10 years of my life. my dad took me. i don’t know how much haircuts were, but i vividly remember that every time i was done, dad would give me a dollar and make me go tell the barber “thank you” and give him the tip. what i didn’t realize at the time was that these were student barbers, and sometimes Mr. Brown himself (pictured above) would have to come “fix” my head. what i did know was that i loved going, and listening to old Black men, and young Black men, dialogue about any and everything under the sun. i was too young to contribute anything meaningful, but in my head i was right there in the middle, a full participant. 

that was the early 80’s, on Ashby Street. a decade or so later i would attend college on that same Ashby Street, and spend the next couple of decades in and around Atlanta, meeting a TON of thoughtful, well-meaning people from all walks of life. these people, like me, have waaay too much sense (or in some cases too little patience) to participate in the foolishness that is social discourse driven by both main stream media AND social media… and that’s the problem.

let me start with how i got here, today. Kevin Samuels passed a little over a week ago. i have defended his position as being a man, who most men basically agree with, speaking to women about how men feel, and having those women tell him how wrong he his. on its face, that’s ridiculous, but it’s also a conversation for another time. i basically agree with his message, while disagreeing with his delivery. BUT, it’s that delivery that gained him notoriety, and riches. had he packaged his message like i might have, none of us would even know him… now we’re finally getting to my point 

the people who earn prominence, whether it be in the political arena, the business world, or even lately on social media, are often the fringe elements of society, or at least the people who will go 2 or 3 steps farther than a regular person. it works. it absolutely works. it also means that the voices that we hear, and the opinions that the algorithms feed us, do NOT represent most people. most people are moderate, centrist, reasonable. those people take a back seat and let the crazies have the floor, unwilling to either yell over them or try to combat their craziness with logic and reason. 

we have given up, retreated to our pockets of “sanity”, and resolved ourselves to the notion that the world is headed to hell in a hand basket (i don’t know why i just said that). we let Tucker Carlson speak to and for the masses. so we shouldn’t be surprised when an 18 year old White man shoots up a store in a low income  neighborhood, replete with automatic rifle, plenty ammo, and a written plan to kill as many Blacks as possible. we, in effect, send internal memos about the overturning of Roe v. Wade, and the battle for gender and transgender equality, and racism, and socioeconomic prejudice, and a million other issues that we have an opinion on…

at some point regular people have to say enough is enough, right? …wrong, i fear 


Wednesday, January 19, 2022

Rhythm & Blues

 


“I need you to be happy for me. I need you to be there for me, just like you asked of me. So; so I can have tea and eat cucumber sandwiches with the crust cut off."

i loved the movie Brown Sugar (2002) for a number of reasons. Dre and Syd, played by Taye Diggs and Sanaa Lathan, talk about falling in love with hip-hop at a very early age and how that love helped carry them through life. Though very real, we eventually find out that that love was a metaphor for their relationship, and though Dre had a whole wife and Syd a whole non rapping basketball playing Boris Kodjoe, they eventually figured it out and got together as more than friends. (cut to credits)

i LIKE hip-hop, growing up in “the A” i can spit verses from Outkast, Goodie Mob, T.I., Jeezy, Gucci, Shawty Lo, Kilo Ali (judge ya mama, not me), Ludacris (we called him Chris Luva Luva), and a host of others. but that’s not what had me covering the little security tabs and recording over my moms old cassette tapes, listening to V-103 and just hoping the deejay didn’t talk over too much of the song. au contraire mon frère…

i LOVE r&b. grown folk music, emotions over a smooth track, real singers, musicianship, runs, key changes. especially 90’s r&b… give me Boyz II Men, Jodeci, Dru Hill, Shai, Silk, Gerald Levert, Johnny Gill, Keith Sweat, SWV, Xscape, Zhanè, Brandy, Monica, Tony Terry. i could go on for days, if not weeks. that music affects you. it overwhelms you. it runs a Boston on you, getting you off the table before you even sat down good, standing, wondering, in your feelings

back to basics… there has been a worldwide pandemic (COVID) for some two years now. i have suffered through at least two bouts with it myself. but i survived. lifestyle changes and bouts with depression notwithstanding, i survived. this new post minor children chapter of life has been delayed, but not denied. that’s the church in me coming out

change it is a coming, and i’m here for it