I am indeed American. Distant and destructive. I AM, the man who once bore the pain from the proof of the swords that slashed the innocent souls. Deemed honorable and desolate, I hold my ground, like a massive painting leaning against the wall. On the wall of justice, wrestling with those teeth clinching moments of
Stefano – Tracey – Egan – part of the Umojah Nation Family getting in a good rehearsal.
Plenty of times you sent help my way, but I hid and I remember once you held me close, but I slid There was something that I just had to see that you wanted me to see so I could be what you wanted me to be And I think I’ve seen it, but I
Heavy hearts and open minds. Open to a renewed sense of struggle, only brought forth by greater understanding…
I just watched an absolutely terrific film! Ok, let me back up just a bit… There’s a singer we all know as the “High Priestess of Soul”, right? How about songs like I Loves You Porgy and Mississippi Goddam, and her gut-wrenching version of Strange Fruit. We even know of her daughter’s album and the rough time she
Spaced out, zoned out, disgusting, eclectic, deep, grungy, bright, fun, challenging, confusing, bold, electric music. I can’t even begin to put Flying Lotus into a category… Why bother?