#InMyFeelingsFriday: Almeda

Twelve days ago Solange released her highly anticipated 4th album, “When I Get Home” and I’m still processing it. Much like her last album “A Seat at the Table” this album gets you thinking. Solange is a highly original and individual artist and she leaves her art open to interpretation. The song that has me in my feelings this week is track number 9, “Almeda”.

You’ll find a lot of opinions on the internet with opinions on what exactly the lyrics coupled with the unique music video means. To me, when I hear that trap-ish beat and Solange’s voice singing about all things black and brown I hear a celebration of blackness.

Brown liquor, brown liquor
Brown skin, brown face
Brown leather, brown sugar
Brown leaves, brown keys
Brown zippers, brown face
Black skin, black braids
Black waves, black days
Black baes, black days
These are black-owned things
Black faith still can’t be washed away
Not even in that Florida water

The music video affirms this. It is filled with black faces. Some in afros’s and beret’s, some in those stiff auntie hairstyles and long red acrylic nails. There’s also this scene of a bunch of black women, Solange included, in brown dresses and blonde wigs dancing. I’m not sure what it all means but the message to me is quite clear, we have to celebrate ourselves, our culture, our skin, our blackness because no one else will.

Diamonds they shine in the dark now
Diamonds they shine in the dark now
They takin’ me in, what I done? (What?)
They takin’ me in, what I done? (What?)

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Everyday Inspiration, Day Nine: Writing and Not Writing

What do you do when you’re not writing? How do you reset and return to the dashboard, refreshed?

-WordPress, Blogging University
Two words and two words only answer that question. Live music.

 

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What do you do when you’re not writing? How do you reset and return to the dashboard, refreshed?

-WordPress, Blogging University

Two words and two words only answer that question. Live music.

Next to Jesus and writing, music is one of my great loves. There’s nothing like an amazing piece of music to stir you up. Music can transport you back in time, make you wonder, make you dream. Music is the musicians heart, live music is that heart on display.  The artist will tell you why he or she wrote that song, what inspired it, and the music will take on new meaning. Maybe it was deep deep love, or ugly heartbreak, or the miracle of new life.
I live for that, I live for the story of how the music came to be, because it inspires me to take the stories of my life and create something with it.

Isn’t that what all art is? Taking the human condition and creating with it.

 

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The Soul of the Painters

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Practice Makes Perfect?.”

Van Gogh, The Starry Night-moma.org

If there’s one group of people I’m envious of it’s the painters. I’ve tried but my gifts come to a halt when it comes to a canvas. Visual art has always captivated me ever since my first paint by numbers kit as a kid. But without the numbers to guide me that paint brush was useless in my hands. I long for the ability to take whats in my mind and soul and make it a reality. Take “The Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh for instance. The swirls in the sky, and the distinctness of the stars, no that isn’t how the night sky really looks but that’s how it looked to him. That was his interpretation of the wonder that is the night sky. It’s amazing that such beauty can be wielded onto a canvas with the flick of a person’s wrist, and just like that the painters soul is on display.

I have this dream of filling my house with all original artwork, I want to be surrounded by the souls of the painters. I want to be moved by them. I want to be inspired by them.