Could you call on Lady Day, Could you call on John Coltrane...

Maybe not but tonight I'm calling on Gil Scott Heron.

Not so much to wash my troubles away but to remind me of the girl I used to be...and yes girl...because the person I want to recall is teenage URO or even twenties URO.

The girl with curiosity, who wanted to know everything about everything, whether important or not. The girl who watched one Ali fight and decided she needed to know everydamthing about him from Cassius Clay to Nation of Islam to Thriller in Manilla, who hunted down every article, book, documentary she could find and soaked up the information...just because.

That's the girl I want to recall, the girl I haven't been in quite a long while. I can't pinpoint exactly when or where I lost her, it was a slow process to disinterest and disillusionment, to just existing and making the moves, running around that hamster wheel called life.

But I want to find that girl, I miss that girl, I want that girl back.

And as I sit here listening to the music of Gil Scot Heron I feel a flutter of hope that maybe just maybe there's a little bit of her left in me. A little bit of her that this music, this almost for me meditation seance like inducing music is calling to her, whispering to her, encouraging her to come out and play.

Let's hope so.

Title is Lady Day and John Coltrane by Gil Scott Heron...my fav music by him is the cliched choice - The Revolution Will Not Be Televised...

But I also really like Home Is Where The Hatred Is, something about that song and it's message of how hard it is to escape a situation just speaks to me.

xx

I know you've got a little life in you left...

It's been such a long while since I have been here.

Not from lack of want or desire but maybe lack of creativity.

And maybe overestimation of my need to document my M journey. Which is still ongoing by the way, nipple reconstruction and asymmetry coming up next month.

To be honest I am not sure I want to be here...writing this eve. I have no topic in mind, no burning issue to document or ramble about.

But here I am typing, in the dark, on my iPad, listening to a playlist on Spotify...Maxwell currently up...This Woman's Work...if you couldn't tell by my post title.

Listened to Arrested Development a lil while ago, Mr Wendal & Everyday People....classics...whatever happened to them by the way? Fantastic lyrics with fantastic tunes.

On that note, whatever happened to music? I find my iPod and other portable music devices filled with playlists consisting of old tunes, old classics. For crying out loud, I've got Gladys Knight & the Pips and Nina Simone on one of my playlists.

And is there any current hip hop tune as beautiful, yes beautiful, as The Message or Rappers Delight? I think not!

I have also been listening to a lot of Fela. I know the Naija music scene is hot right now but I am not a fan of music simply consisting of hot beats with very little, if any, conscious lyrical content. Of course I am sure there are some exceptions...when you find them, do let me know.

Give me Fela, the two Victors (Olaiya & Uwaifo) every damn time.

So Groove Theory's Tell Me just came on...lordy I love this song. Someone I could sing this to right now but that's another blog post.

And on that note...it's goodnight & God bless x

P.S - feels quite nice to be back writing even when said writing is just a stream of consciousness.