Screenshot from video.
A little PowerPoint animation and poem from 2008. The face was drawn (not by me) on a wall at work.
Is there anything in her face
that reminds you of yourself?
She’s not real
But there’s something about her
You can’t quite put your finger on it
You can’t quite get the idea to hold steady in your mind.
It phases in and out and you wonder if the thought
(your idea of who she is) was really yours in the first place.
Was it something you heard someone else say?
Was it a line from an old movie?
Are any ideas really your own anyway?
She’s not really a she
Only lines drawn in graphite
Lines that look like eyes,
a mood, a personality
But you can’t abandon her
Now that you’ve seen her
It’s strange that you see things that way
Somehow the two of you are connected.
So you take a picture
Music is everything. I don’t know how I’d live without it. I have a guitar that I don’t play anymore. When I did play, it was in a very beginner mediocre way, but it was enough. I wrote simple songs using the chords I could play. Playing and singing eased me out of some depressing times.
I’m always singing. I tend to break into song as I walk from parking lot to building. I sing songs that I know and I make up my own. You’d think I’d be a big fan of musicals, but I’m not.
The 90s was a good music time for me. I liked grunge. I liked what they called “Alternative.” Remember 120 Minutes on MTV? They used to play music videos on MTV and I watched a lot of those videos in the 80s. I had things memorized. The moment the song started I could tell you the title, artist, album, and record label. I was in front of that tv way too much. Now I’m in front of my phone way too much.
One of Erik Satie’s Gnossiennes came up on my Claude Debussy Pandora station recently. It is something I might like to choreograph a belly dance/modern/fusion piece to.
If I could play the guitar well, I’d compose and do open mics sometime. I can say that because I don’t play well so there’s no pressure to make those things happen. I did once dream of being a rock star. I still dream of being a movie star.
I’m not religious, but I like religious music. Here’s Mahalia Jackson singing Come Sunday from Duke Ellington’s Black, Brown, and Beige. Mahalia was a favorite of my mom.
I’ll think about writing a more focused, less rambly post about a music topic one of these days.
Here’s an arty picture of me with my guitar.
Some kind of guitar rapture.
CC0 Public Domain
The prompt is tricky. The post went in a direction I didn’t expect. Neat how that happens!
I was a pre-teen/teen in the 80s so this word reminds me of RUN DMC’s tricky.
Penn and Teller were in this video. “The song peaked at No. 57 on theBillboard Hot 100 and No. 21 on the Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs.”
I am an African-American who didn’t really grow up enmeshed in black culture. We lived in predominantly white neighborhoods and I just sort of fit in. Some kids would ask me what it was like to be black. I didn’t know how to answer that question.
I say that I fit in, but there were ways that I always didn’t. I turned out to be who I am. A human being.
The point here is that I am getting more and more interested in black culture. Hip Hop is one area I’d like to investigate in a semi-academic sense. I told myself I was in grad school for Library Science just to learn and to have something other than dance degrees on my resume. I think I may actually want to be one of those academic types. I get a kick out of citing sources when I write papers. I kind of like writing papers.
I don’t have time to be a true scholar in everything that interests me, but I can share some bits and bobs in my own little bloggy space. A quick search led me to this article listing 15 books for the Hip Hop enthusiast.
Now go and learn stuff!
I should write a Godzilla Haiku Number 2 sometime.
The day 6 assignment for Zero to Hero is to add a new element to your blog. I decided to embed an Instagram photo. Embedding is easy. You just paste in the link for the photo as displayed on your Instagram page on the web. Learn more here. While I’m at it, might as well embed a YouTube video too.
I’m grateful for my hubby.