Hope y’all enjoyed the Martin Luther King Jr. Holiday; I spent mine meditating on the post-60s emanations of The Dream — as well as its limits as manifest in the oeuvres of Black Atlantic & Heartland rockstars David Bowie & Prince. I am finally at liberty to invite y’all to join us in New Haven @ the end of the month for the “Blackstar Rising & The Purple Reign” rock conference. Courtesy of an invite from my longtime dear friend of the Black Rock scene, former Princeton professor turned Yale scholar Dr. Daphne Brooks, I shall be presenting on Prince & activism @ Yale University; my evening program on 25 January also features Solange (Knowles) as keynote speaker & former SPIN magazine editor Alan Light.
The news that Tulsa Mafia, rock, boogie, country & western, Funk, acid gospeldelic, Americana & New Orleans shuffle-master icon Leon Russell has walked on is far too immense for an artist & American of my freaky-deak, Dixie-fried orbit to comment about on the fly. So, look forward to my scribing & dialogues about how the loss of Leon is affecting me later this week. For now, I am just back from the prayerful march for #StandingRock in Manhattan with the Ramapough Lenape clan mothers & reflecting deeply on what has been a chaotic, sorrowful week in the music world & across Turtle Island. Of course, with a lil’ “A Song For You” on rotation – A’ho*
I’ve been so many places in my life and time I’ve sung a lot of songs, I’ve made some bad rhymes I’ve acted out my life in stages, with ten thousand people watching But we’re alone now I’m singing this song for you
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