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I love music.
(Almost) any kind of music.
This weekend I had the honor of attending the 2023 Indy Jazz Fest, and here's my takes:
Have you ever heard music that made you physically feel a thing? Stanley Clark and his band performed a rendition of "Funny How Time Flies" and the way they ended this song...So, you know how lucid dreams or memories are depicted on tv and in movies with the hazy vignette? Yeah, they PLAYED that feeling at the end of this damn song. I wanted to unplug everything because HOOOOOWWWWW TF did yall do that??!?!?
Indianapolis is OVERFLOWING with talent. The world better really, truly pay attention to the energy and accomplishment being cultivated here;
Sheila E. is so sweet and tiny (and apparently hungry all the time, LMAO), and her stage show is super cute;
My husband was literally born for this. His reception at this festival was so warm and full and loud, they didn't even finish announcing his name before the crowd erupted, and everytime we ran into a familiar face or supporter and he told them he was performing (because his name wsn't on the actual program), and he affirmed, folks went skipping back to their seats!
A beautiful time was had by all. I'm so grateful for this life of mine.
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Welcome to my world. (Well, sort of...)
I am Uzuri and I am a woman of luxury.
I was serenaded during my shower just this morning by a budding piano prodigy.
As I leaned into the day's adventures, I was given the opportunity for sneak peeks into exclusive dramatic performances to be fully showcased later in the day.
I managed to catch a fleeting moment of several food critics sampling the latest harvests from our vast garden grounds.
One thing I know is abundance, and I am SWIMMING in it.
That serenade was actually our 3yo, Noony, who decided that he was going to be everywhere I was for the duration of the day, with his Fisher Price cat piano with brand new batteries in tow.
I was met with opposition by our 10yo, MoMo, who decided that it was virtually impossible for him to complete a 300 piece puzzle of the Xmen, and the relentless fervor of our 11yo, Doodah, to have spaghetti for breakfast.
And, Noony was eating tiny tomatoes that I picked specifically for tomato sauce for THE CHILDREN'S lunch, which, had I not stopped him, would have been bald-headed (AKA sauceless...dry...ashy...y'all get it. *eyeroll*), while Peanut (18) and Fluffy (15) made jokes about K-Pop memes or anime or something.
All this while my beautiful life partner and husband, B, lives like a real life superhero; navigating our progressing city as a Black man, actively interacting with and supporting the colorful passerbys of our area as standing "Ambassdor of Chill" for our fair city by day, and IndySoul entertainer/composer/BMF by night...and actually quite a few days, too.
I do my best to see the bliss that comes with the chaos in raising five babies, as a full time artist, WITH a full time artist. (To be clear, shit gets weird, and I will NOT be filtering myself, 'cuz I be cussin'. Govern yourself accordingly.) I absolutely love and am in love with my life and all of the things that it is, isn't, and will be. So many unbelievable moments of indescribable gratitude have been lived here. (Mama be ti'ed, too, Chile, because two things can be true at once. But, if you stick around here, y'all gon' get this honesty, hilarity, and experiences of all flavors.)
Essentially, welcome to my gratitude journal. Here there are no rules, and by that I mean I might only ever write over here, some days I may decide to drop just an audio, other days there may only be pictures. IDK. I'm letting this be super fluid because I've wanted to make it all serious and consistent and shit in the past, and I have to be honest with myself and say my life doesn't work like that. Hell, I'm an ARTIST, AKA flighty and weird and hyperfixed sometimes and did I mention I have five children and a whole bomb ass husband, because Sis be TI'ED, and sometimes all I'mma have is a run-on sentence. Real shit.
I think I'll moonwalk back a little bit and share some of the other stuff I've wanted to write about.
I guess we'll see.
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