i felt fine when i woke up.
my morning routine was uneventful.
it started when i decided to get my groove on.
i powered up the laptop and turned on my media player.
for reasons unknown to me, when the media player opened there was an album sitting in the queue already. i checked it and saw that it was one of my own creations, "rolling with bliss". i shrugged inwardly. okay, cool. i'll start with this one then.
the first song was "mizike", one of my favorites by a group of women who call themselves zap mama. i hadn't heard it in a while because the actual CD is no longer in the car (where i usually listen to it) and of course i already told y'all why i can't listen to enough music in the house.
my morning routine was uneventful.
it started when i decided to get my groove on.
i powered up the laptop and turned on my media player.
for reasons unknown to me, when the media player opened there was an album sitting in the queue already. i checked it and saw that it was one of my own creations, "rolling with bliss". i shrugged inwardly. okay, cool. i'll start with this one then.
the first song was "mizike", one of my favorites by a group of women who call themselves zap mama. i hadn't heard it in a while because the actual CD is no longer in the car (where i usually listen to it) and of course i already told y'all why i can't listen to enough music in the house.
mizike's opening percussion surged it's way into the air and i came slightly undone.
it's not a new occurrence y'all.
this particular song--a blend of soulful voices singing in multi-layers of french and (what sounds like) an african language, underscored with afro-centric percussion--touches me deep down.
i've laughed/sung/danced/cried to this song many times. sometimes simultaneously. :-)
i heard someone say the drum beat calls to all afro peoples no matter their skin color, location on the globe, or social standing. that the rhythm of the drum is the rhythm of our heart beats. i can't speak for others but it feels true for me.
i love many many many kinds of music but certain songs grip me right in the solar plexus and hold on tight. yeah, they're the songs with the rhythm of the drum...
God, thank you for music. i cannot imagine what life--my life--would be like without it.
i don't want to.
1 comment:
Well dayum where you at? Got me over here postin with a dang 7lb baby sittin on my pelvis and I ain't "seen" you since last week. Hope all is well in your neck of the woods.
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