So I’m just sitting here, at the local coffee shop. Cloudy day. Upstairs. Music. Window seat. USB record player broadcasts motown over the speaker system. And I decide:
Black folk made American music great.
Need some music? Bored? Hungover? First, stop over-drinking. Second, come on an adventure with me, just for a few minutes. “Come aboard pilgrim!”, find your headphones, grab those toenail clippers – it’s the perfect time.
I’m going to walk you through a little imaginary movie, so at each “Scene”, read the description of what’s going on, and then click on the associated video to listen to the song that I based it off of.
It’s a dandy day in a place much like Brazil, you just came from the market, with two mangos in each hand – what a joy! All the neighbors greet you in their own little way as you stroll down the street – aren’t you something? You wave back, but drop one of your mangos in the process. It rolls away, down the sloping street, back to the market. You’re after it!
The mango is bruised badly, but you eat it anyways, picking out the bad parts.
Mangos do strange things sometimes. This one is telling your brain to climb up that drainpipe and take a look at that white boat coming in to the harbor. You scuffle up the drainpipe, and take a deep breath. The yacht is definitely royal, but probably just full of tourists.
Yep, time to try out the glider you brought. Another deep breath, running start, jump! It’s been a while. You have to carry the uneaten mango in your mouth, but you end up dropping it on a goat below. He doesn’t mind much.
As bay draws nearer you skim the surface of the land. The yacht is white and grey. So are the tourists.
You land out of sight, but close enough to observe. Fancy aren’t they? Not as “royal” as you thought they would be, except for the waiters – surprisingly regal for men of service. Look at the old lady with the blue feather brooch – definitely the most content on the deck. Kids keep asking parents questions. Mmm, ice cream looks yummy. You envy the light colored clothing worn by most on-board.
You wave to the kids, two little sisters with vanilla cones wave back.
That’s all for now, we’ll see if I end up finishing that storyline. Don’t count on it, but you never know… Maybe I’ll do another musical journey some time. It’d probably be really great if I could actually nail down a 3 part story each time, but THAT would take a lot more effort. For sure.
Until next time.
The only things I remember getting made fun of for were:
1) Saying I liked jazz
2) Bringing a Bible into class
3) Spending the night at my grandparents