8.5/10
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2Eah_EGiDc
I think I could listen to this endlessly. I likely will. This was sampled in Physical Therapy's Honcho set (where else would I find anything?) -- I went to that mix because I checked out El's submission, and knew that 'how it feels' song sounded familiar. 'Tell Me (How It Feels)' closed out that absurdly optimistic set, following a remix of Fergie's Glamorous and a remix, "Flawless," by was The Ones. Listening to the whole set, closed out by these samples, that optimism feels so familiar, but weirdly distant, now. No night is being closed down, in that sense -- summer as we knew it isn't happening this year. Summer is going to be a different kind of break from reality this year; just about everything that could be going wrong in America seems to be, and this summer, I feel some sort of heat around, is going to be different. A bleak break, where something new, finally, will take form. A good new. Washing away of the sins, Or, at least the beach waves coming in. Is that ignorant optimism? It really feels like the hope of community is the only hope that there is right now -- institutions be damned (and yes, institutions are damned). Bernie getting ousted, Coronavirus rising, Amazon surging, and George Floyd being the latest example of completely unchecked racist-fueled human cruelty -- we are either going to be singing about the Baby's Eyes that, innocent upon birth, became part of a harrowed sociopathic man. or Eyes which grew into something, please, something new, some sort of change, out of all of this. The rage has to mean something, this time. Rodney King was almost 30 years ago. That is absurd. the rage has to mean something, this time. Coupled with all the other fires right now -- there has to be something from these flames, and I am feeling more urgency to be a part of making that so than I ever have.
It's fairly late. This hook will not leave my head tonight, not a chance. This is a bad entry. Barely wrote about the song, sorta just blah blah'd. The song is good too. I keep watching the news, I googled "Jacob Frey" shirtless. Some of the speeches that are being made by protesters are so natural and powerful and necessary and insightful and inspiring and enraging. I gotta shut my lappy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NzKs9nnFpk
Today was a heavy day. It's been a heavy week. On Monday, Minneapolis, my hometown, experienced another Black man's death by the hands of (or should I say knee of) the police. George Floyd. Rest In Peace. Ever since Tuesday, the community has come together in strength, sadness, anger, and love to protest. These protests have erupted, and have called for nationwide attention. I want so badly to be there in Minneapolis right now. My neighborhood is burning, the people are hurting.
Kev told me to sign up for this streak club nearly a week ago, and unfortunately, it's taken me until now to do so. I said I'd sign up the next day. I was getting ready to say, "alright, tomorrow will be my day," when on my drive home tonight from picking up my HopDoddy to-go order this song came on the radio. It immediately made me feel like smiling and grooving. So I did. And it felt so good! The song was playing on KAZI 88.7FM The Voice and Soul of Austin -- Austin's Black community radio station. It felt right. It felt hopeful. It was calming, soft, and beautiful.
Justice will come. Change will come.
#BLM #MPLS #FemaleVocals #ImASuckerForFemaleVocals
P.S.: I feel like I'm in, like, a confession box at a church rn because I also want to say that I am watching Selling Sunset on Netflix to decompress. It's my current guilty pleasure, but it just totally awful and feels so wrong right now. Basically a bunch of rich white women selling mansions in the Hills and getting catty w/ each other.
