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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.
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