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Nobody Knows The Trouble I’ve Seen

I am the last of a dying breed The final generation of children Not to be heard, only seen Protected by silence, Wit and latch key Loosely attended by parents Who just clash and bleed I phalanx with anger to protect Neck to knee Luckily, the rhythm of their hatred Couldn't match my speed Clap feet with concrete And learned to spray this heat Being light skinned in the 80's B Reaganomics baby, conceived to a break beat Indigo child, I couldn't stay sleep Dreamed free Though shackled being God lived in me Given seeds sown, reaped Mistakes owned With lessons received In spite of this family That won't allow me to be me Though, both parents Addicts Whose habits infringe on my peace They policed my grief Much like Wilson Goode and Frank Rizzo Because I ain't easily MOVEd Cause I was told to wait for chariots to swing low Too bold to ask to be treated like a person And pursue hope And when they close the curtain on our hurting Because they no longer feel it's worth it And we are just supposed to skirt it Like we don't be watching murders Or Lynchings, in the new millenium This shit is a syndrome Because these days I find it hard to assuage the rage That stays on display In the pools of blood In which my brothers lay in the street Each one I have to watch die It takes a piece of me But as I live and dwell in the belly of the beast I will never concede defeat Because they will always need to see That this too, is my country Tis of thee Sweet land of bigotry For thee I bleed Land where my fathers died Land where my mothers cry Land where we have to still fight Freedom has missed we

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(Selecta SunRa) This is a dedication to the dopest and most creative time for dance, for me.  Also, an homage to the music that pushed that creativity.  I am Selecta Sunra and I give you Anthropologic: Jack Says Hi

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(Selecta SunRa) OH yes I did. Enjoy. Listen. Repost.  

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What We’re Gonna Do Now Is Go Back

     So, I have been spending the better part of the last couple days trying to remember the very first album I have a memory of hearing.  Like, literally, my first memories as a child. The hands down, first album I have a true memory of.  It has been a wonderful trip down memory lane.  Being a child of the 70's and 80's, especially that time when they played great black and white artists on the same station.  Plus, growing up in Philly, during the height of "The Philly Sound", crafted by the incomparable team of Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff, you would think that memory would be of an artist from there, who gave birth to Neo Soul.  

    Kids are visual. I was allowed to roam through the music in the households I existed in, freely. So, I often chose the most interesting cover to me. In the 70′s, you know that was always an adventure.  This album cover is of a man looking like he is seeing beyond.  Though the eyes seem like they will not be able to capture any light and translate it to the brain as images, he still looks to the sky.  There is a conversation in the disembodied stare.  The colors are warm, like that strange time at the end of September, right before Fall.  The space between the rocks and the pyramids are a cross between desert sands and "The Construct" in The Matrix.  Almost like creation and destruction happened there.  It all seemed so profound.

    But as I placed the needle on the vinyl, nothing could have prepared me for track one on Stevie Wonder's Inner Visions.  That experience, the first, I can recall because of its profoundness, set the tone for how I listened to music from that point forward.  It was the need to listen to albums as a single body of work.  

     Too High, though, at that age, I didn't understand what the concept of the song was, but being a child in a family of vocalists, I understood the odd notes sung pulled me into the speakers, cross legged, stuck.  It was haunting. The background singers seemed otherworldly to me, like their reality was altered.  It was kind of like a hood Edgar Allen Poe, gone off some Absinthe.  So, I guess that was the point, eh?!

    Stevie painted a picture, that eventually became the backdrop for the conversation of what I saw over the next few years.  Ghetto life is trying on one's soul.  The spawn of that ill life either elevates or bastardizes.  As the path between Stevie's eyes and the sky, seemed to be a conduit right into his mind, this album's song, seemed to show the listener a glimpse into the highs and lows of what life in ghettos across the world, really.  He allowed you to see with his “sight beyond sight”, that events like assassinations of at least 3 of our prominent figures in ‘68, still affected us in ‘73. Finally men and women of our armed forces were withdrawn from Vietnam, that year.  There were revolutions sparking and dying all over the world. Roe vs. Wade happened that year.  

     You would also be hard pressed to find anyone who writes and sings about love, with more poignancy, than Stevie.  Golden Lady, is probably one of the most romantic and sexy songs, on the low-low, as you will ever find.  “Golden Lady, Golden Lady/ I’d like to go there”, is probably as vague and direct as you can get.  Chord progressions, the constant scale raising reprise, at the end, be damned.  That love song rocks.  Tells his love interest that he wants to be closer to her lady bits and doesn’t disrespect or call her out her name, or utilize any vulgarities in doing so.  

     We round out the album with “He’s Misstra Know-It-All”.  This had to be one of the best “person who likes to just hear themselves speak”, songs of any era.  Stevie’s ability, at that point, being sixteen albums in, at this point, to see through “the con”, was perfectly prosed. It was the proverbial, “eye roll in to the back of your head” when this person walks into the room. 

     As well as “Don’t You Worry ‘Bout A Thang”.  I love this song just as much today as I did when I first heard it.  I even love John Legend’s remake with Will.I.Am.  It is good for doing the Cha-Cha, Salsa and House style dances.  It is the consummate “Sing Along”.  It also just makes you feel good.  It is a reminder that “Everybody’s Got A Thang” and get a handle on yo’ thang. 

     My father told me of the story of the music industry, at this time.  Artists were either staying in their lanes or being extremely spiritual and experimental.  New instruments, vocal stylings and bands, conversations.  It was all so...open.  Stevie was on the forefront of that experimental time.  It stuck with me and I still listen to this album from start to finish.  Now as an adult, I listen to this album with a  different ear.  It isn’t just about how the music and the singing made me feel.  Now, I understand the story being told.  And it is still talking to you, America.  Though the clothing is slightly different and they show ass on tv now.  I am happy I have this memory.  It allows me to change the channel sometimes on the ratchetry.  

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