I haven't felt like writing for a while.. Mostly because my previous source of Inspiration is no longer that.. (a source of inspiration).
A few nights ago, I hung out with a friend, an absolutely amazing person....
(If this was a movie... This is where you would get a flashback and go Into a little bit of the protagonists psyche and hopefully get to know him a little better)
Younger me says:
I love New York City*, mostly because my parents lived here as students back in the 70's and I grew up hearing stories about NY. The places and people! I have always wanted to live here (to this day, I'd rather have a pair of Ewing's over Jordan's)!!!!
Apart from the Rents. I linked myself to NY through the music.... Queens Bridge, Marcy, Bed Stuy, Jamaica & The list of places streets, projects and intersections that I had heard of, referenced videoed and criminalized through the music! It's almost impossible to quantify it all. But WE ALL KNEW THEM (who hasn't heard of Marcy or Queens Bridge?
It sounds silly, but through my moms and my pops stories (growing up) add in the music, movies, and pop culture I have always wanted to be here... NYC
I have a good friend who was a journo/intern/freelancer for a couple of hip hop/entertainment magazines... The source, Vibe, The New Yorker, Time Out, etc.. & works for a label nowadays... Hanging out is cool, cus she gets me In to album listening, back stage at shows. And just having drinks and rubbing shoulders w industry people---> kinda cool getting to be able to eat from the same table as people I grew up watching!
She tells me about the In's and Outs of the industry (journalism/entertainment)... Some of the stories are funny, some of it is sad, most of it is out there already, but it's cool hearing the stories first hand from people that where actually there..
As much as I like, hearing about these things... It was never stuff,I considered awe Inspiring, until a few nights ago..
I was looking at a Cuban mini statue (in her apartment). Afro woman, really big ass. Big breasts small waist. Perky nipples... Then my friend was telling me about her experience with black Cubans...
The story she told me is the inspiration of this post! She told me about how she met Assata Shakur (Google her), the secrecy and controversy...
She was there with Common when he wrote "A song about Assata"... *
I asked her why she was writing about other things and not about this particular thing, or the other awesome stuff that she has witnessed.. her response to me..
"I tell my stories, but only to my close friends... when its all said and done, I would rather be like Gloria Vanderbilt and tell my story when I am in my 80's"
What gets me, is that I get to hear her stories about the golden era first hand, and I have been introduced to a few people from that era through her... its fucking beeaaautiful! 7
The real lesson here is that, well, I love New York... and I am getting to experience things beyond what I could possibly have imagined possible (movie stuff), when I got on that plane to move here...
Fate/life is funny....
I feel like it's borrowed time though, My heart is still In Africa.. Yes Meeting Dame Dash, Erykah Badu, DJ Evil Dee, Jean Grae, Questlove (actually I am not even gona go there, I its been an experience, and when I say meet, I mean get introduced)
Honestly Id rather, be at Jubilee day, Saints Vs PE, or be there to help out my Dad if something ever happened to him...
For some reason, I feel like that will be my freedom...
*If u needed that foot note, don't read my stuff again**
** I am now back to Zero blog followers....
Pats self on the back***
*** realizes he had no one following blog in the first place****
**** Well at least people that fall into that homo sapien category
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