tunes . . .

What ever happened to being happy about being young gifted & black? Or saying it loud “I’m black and I’m proud” or telling people “don’t push me … cause I’m close to the edge”

What happened to black music? I’m not talking about music that was/is created by black people or for black people. I’m talking about music that was created to tell our stories as well as uplift and inspire us. (see cutis Mayfield) why are labels now so insistent on creating in albums full of lustful references and storybook, cookie cutter relationships, emotionless passion and/or ghetto love fantasies.

Where are the songwriters? Where are the issues of social relevance and community unity? Why are we supporting fantasies of the few versus planting seeds of growth and change for the masses?

Why does everyone wan to be rockstar?

I want some songs about josephine/joe schmooe the teacher, butcher, trash-person, waiter, activist, regular guys …

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Published on July 19, 2006 at 12:05 am. 3 Comments.
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