… The morning will be better, I’m sure.
"Eternity bores me, I never wanted it." -Sylvia Plath
… The morning will be better, I’m sure.
The Weeknd // The Zone (ft. Drake)
I don’t wanna die tonight baby
So let me sip this slow
I’ll give you what you called for
Just let me get in my zone
So…. I’ve been posting a lot of music today, yeah.
But I swear this man drops the heat in my panties so hard that I question my homosexuality. Maybe bad studying music?
In my city I’m a young god….
Kygo remixes never fail to amaze me
Nina Simone - Four Women
Nina Simone drew upon gospel, classical, jazz and pop music to forge an eclectic career that included over 40 albums. How many other artists could successfully cover Kurt Weill & Bertolt Brecht (“Pirate Jenny”) and Screamin’ Jay Hawkins (“I Put A Spell On You”)? Her highly skilled piano playing helped her navigate so many styles. Nina was also a civil rights activist and incorporated songs like her “Mississippi Goddam” and Billie Holiday’s “Strange Fruit” into her records and performances.
In 1966 she wrote and recorded “Four Women”, where she sings in character as four very different African-American women shaped by slavery and segregation. Some critics feel that “Pirate Jenny” was a explicit influence. Most listeners will have a strong emotional response to this signature piece.
Oh Erlisha, you were right. This is real good.
Nina Simone - Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood
Man, it’s a Nina Simone afternoon for sure. Her voice is giving me al sorts of goosebumps in this little Christian coffeeshop where Jesus quotes are hanging everywhere and there are people talking about ‘The Lord Jesus Christ’ and ‘My gracious God is stronger than I can be.’
Maybe it’s my imagination, but I was at Starbucks yesterday and did NOT get looked up like this. It must be. These are good Christian men, right?
Things I wish I had time to do: Brush up on French.
Oppressed groups are frequently placed in the situation of being listened to only if we frame our ideas in the language that is familiar to and comfortable for a dominant group. This requirement often changes the meaning of our ideas and works to elevate the ideas of dominant groups.
I wish someone would have told me how wildly unstable my early 20’s were going to be. Maybe I could have prepared for the loneliness, the lack of direction, the gnawing self-doubt and anxiety, the coping mechanisms that left me feeling more empty and isolated, all of these self-reflections happened the shadow of trying to pull my shit together as an ‘adult.’… I avoided that label like the plague. I was shitty to good friends, lovers, my family, myself; and I carried that torch for a good, long while. Sometimes I still pick it up.
But really, what the fuck is an adult? Idk. I pay my bills on time, I understand my insurance, I get my oil changed and tires rotated. I can dress professionally, I play a good businesslady, I make coffee every morning. I still sleep with a stuffed squid, I can’t talk to my mom about being gay, I still worry that people are going to like me and I swear I never fit in anywhere, ever. And I LOVE TO DANCE AROUND MY BEDROOM TO TOP 40 POP MUSIC.
I have the same brain housed in the same skin that I did as a little gothy middle schooler. I can’t shake off or forget my experiences, they make me who I am even though they don’t define me.
I’ll always be a wild girl and a free spirit. I am far from the ‘tame’ or ‘domesticated’ versions of girls I went to high school with, and that’s ok. I don’t have to be. My parents will never understand and that’s ok too. The difference is now I’m honest with myself (most of the time), and it turns out That’s My Shit! I like being honest with myself! I have feelings! They get hurt! I have goals and hopes and dreams! I have failed at more romantic relationships & friendships than I can count! AND IT’S OK!!!
21-25 was a Lindsay Lohan scale good time, but I wouldn’t go back for anything. I struggled for too long to be where I am mentally, emotionally, spiritually.
I recognize… that Beyoncé’s brand of feminism is… about equality, rather than justice. That is why even though I am a huge fan, she is not my feminist icon or role model. In fact, she could stand to sit in on a few of my women’s studies intro courses. But Beyoncé’s feminism, like all of ours, is evolving, offering her a language to understand what it means to be a black woman in this moment in history with the level of power, capital and sex appeal that she possesses. That she both embraces and grapples with the language of feminism so forthrightly is something worth applauding. And what I learn from her and appreciate her for is that she provides a grammar for unapologetic black female pleasure in a world that only loves black women’s affect, verve and corporeality, when white women like Iggy Azalea, Katy Perry, Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus adopt and perform it.