I woke up last Saturday with Heaven Only Knows spinning
in my head. So I turned on i-tunes, and put it on repeat.
All I could think was how the lyrics nailed that painful
conversation from the preceding Thursday and I was floored.
Beginning of the end Or maybe it began before
and here we go again
Things got so dramatic
Things got out of hand
We said words we couldn't imagined I don't understand
There you go with the same old thing
When things go wrong you always seem to blame me
Now I would like to find what secrets hide in your mind
Where the end will go Will I ever know
~Heaven Only Knows (c) John Legend.
I then decided to send SJ another note.
Next, I put on that lovely dress sheer dress I just bought.
Went out with mom's, bought some some new headphones.
(Somehow the old ones got killed during January's martini
Besides, I have been 'noid about being on public transportation
with white ear buds. I was an ipod early adopter, so I have never
been shook about wearing them. But now that
everybody and they momma know that the white
ear buds=ipod, I was reluctant to wear them on the bus,
as I am not trying to get jacked by some young buck who is looking
to cop cell phone bill money.
Getting hip hop back felt so good.
Jay's song, Departure, is so vivid that
I can envision the piece being acted out on stage as one
of Danny Hoch's Hip Hop theater pieces.
Listening to it, I came to the conclusion
that the next piece I am going to write is a fictitious account
of a confrontation that my mother has with my sister- in a
hospital room. Intense right?
There is nothing like good music to help you keep your focus.
Do you remember the I can't listen to Nas post, well, I think this
post is the the book end.
So he and I have been writing to each other.
Out of all of this I was most surprised by my resilience.
I thought that because I was a puddle on Friday, I would continue
to be one, but that wasn't the case.
When I talk to him SJ now, I must
say there is a clear appreciation for the other person that
hasn't been present in our conversations in a long time.
What will happen, in the long run, Heaven Only Knows.
*Whop is indigenous Oakland slang used to illustrate the
convenience of able to do one or more things at once.
"Man, I could have downloaded the new Jay-Z and Ye-ye all
in one whop, if I had more drive space".
I am trying to trust my instinct and
not be too rash on this one.
How do you quiet to noise so that you
can hear your gut speaking?
When was the last time you didn't listen
to your gut, and paid for it in the long run?