Thursday, February 09, 2017
Sunday, January 29, 2017
I’m listening to an album called Spiritual War by this band called Fertile Ground. It accidentally came on a random playlist a couple of days ago. It brings back so many memories. Particularly a song called “Broken Branches.” I used to listen that song all the time back in the day. It was released in 2000. Can you fucking believe that? Seventeen fucking years! Has it been that long? I was new to Los Angeles. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready for adventure and change, thinking Los Angeles was going to be a pit stop on my way to London. The world was so open at the time, and the only thing more numerous than my possibilities were the stars in the sky which was, coincidentally, I was obsessed with at the time. I was talking with this guy named Chino from New York with the thickest slab of New York accent on his tongue and a loam deep fascination with my poetry, my body and my time. He hipped me on to Fertile Ground and was making quite the convincing argument for me to change coasts. Fertile Ground was a part of that campaign; this loose, organic group of African inclined, natural haired, Hippie-esque musicians and singers. All the instruments were live, all the lyrics were about love with a uniquely African brand of storytelling. It was his favorite band and I was just soaking up the newness of those drums, horns and tambourines like a baby swallowing mother’s milk for the first time since leaving the umbilical. It was so good. It was so nutritious. I wanted more. Chino was convincing me, New York was mother… and her titties were just sitting there, waiting for me.
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Thursday, January 05, 2017
Listening to "Goodbye" by Lizz Wright. I used to listen to this song on repeat and just cry my eyes out thinking about Dean. It's just so weird thinking about it now. It just seems like lightyears away. I used to REALLY be in love with that guy. I can barely remember it now.