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June 30, 2005
Live 8
I'll be attending the Live 8 Concert this weekend in Philadelphia. I'm pretty excited about it too. Some of my friends & I will be driving up to Philly tomorrow evening and staying overnight for Saturday's events. I'm excited to see Stevie Wonder, Linkin Park & Chris Tucker. It's free too, so that makes me even more excited.
[edit 7/1/05] I just realized that Sarah McLachlan is going to be there as well. I want to see her too. I wonder is Jay Z is going to perform with Linkin Park.
Bon Jovi is going to perform. Have I ever mentioned that I was an undercover Bon Jovi fan? Yep...it was in the second & third grade. I had to keep my obsession on the DL (as Byron would say...no homo) because it wasn't cool for little black girls like myself to like white boy rockers back in the 80s. I'm liberated now...I can admit that I was in love with Jon Bon Jovi.
I'll take pictures of The Dave Matthews Band for my homey JoiDoe...umm...I think that's it. [/edit]
There is one thing that's making me want to change my mind about going. That is the huge crowd that's gonna be in Philly that day. It is estimated that about 1 million people will show up for the concerts. THAT'S ALOT OF PEOPLE! I hate huge crowds. It's gonna be hot & muggy too.
I'm sure I'll be ok. I just pray that the negros don't start cuttin up. Ya'll know we can get ignant in crowds and large functions.
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June 29, 2005
Special Delivery
*sings*
I got flowers...I got flowers...I got flowers at work today!
I got flowers...I got flowers...I got flowers hay hay hay hay!
Someone sent me flowers at work today. Though, I'm not blind to who sent them, I am completely shocked & surprised that he thought of me on today.
He attached a note saying, "Maybe next time you'll hit a hole-in-one." I had to laugh because he & went Miniature golfing on Saturday and he beat me pretty badly. lol. I don't like to lose, so that kinda dampened the mood of our gaming together.
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June 26, 2005
Shameless Plug
Because MT just erased my entire entry and I don't feel like writing the WHOLE thing over...
My birthday is July 10. I don't know if I'm doing to stay alive or if I'm going to die, BUT I do know this...
That is...I like to recieve gifts blessings from friends & strangers alike. We (Me, Myself & I) do not discriminate against anyone when it comes to free stuff ministry of giving.
So without further ado, here is a peak at my Amazon Wishlist. Feel free to be generous. I'll be forever grateful.
And another thing...These t-shirts are so stinkin cool!
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June 22, 2005
White Doll - Black Doll
I visited a friend today & she upset me. While at my friend's house, I noticed that her daughter's doll collection only consisted of white babydolls. I noticed once before that the child only played with white dolls, but we weren't at her home. We were at another friend's house & I told myself that I'd ignore it. I saw some very disturbing things while at my friend's house & I couldn't ignore them...not today.
My friend was showing me the new paint that she placed in her daughter's room. When I entered the room, I saw white babydolls. I saw bedsheets with white barbie on them. The child had posters of white teenage celebrities on her wall too. What's wrong with that? Umm...the child is black. I kept trolling my eyes around the room in search of something that would even hint at black culture and I found nothing. That bothered me.
I watched the child play with these dolls. Not unlike any other little girl playing with dolls. The child was combing a dolls hair. Of course the doll was white. She began commenting on how pretty the doll was. She put the doll to her face & said, "Doesn't she look like me?" I said, "The doll is pretty. You don't have any black dollbabies?" My friend looked at me and said, "Girl. Just let it go. My baby thinks she's white." She turned to the child & said, "Ash, what color are you?" The child said, "I'm white." Then my friend laughed. I said, "You're not white sweetheart." Again, my friend said, "Girl...let it go."
I couldn't let that go. I was pissed off. I couldn't believe that she laughed. She basically condones the fact that her BLACK child thinks she's white. The child is a light brown complexion. To most people she wouldn't even be considered light skinned...but that's not the point. The point is that she is raising this child to be black woman & the little girl doesn't have a favorable image in her likeness. That's very unsettling.
My friend & I left her daughter in the bedroom to play. I asked my friend why she doesn't purchase black dolls for her little girl. She said, "Her grandmother bought her one, but she won't play with it because she thinks its ugly." I said, "You need to tell her that it's not ugly." She went into this thing about not forcing her child to do something that she doesn't want to do. She said, "It's only a phase. She's just 7 years old."
Just 7 years old? DAMN THAT! I said, "HOW DARE YOU TEACH THIS CHILD ANYTHING BUT THE BEST ABOUT HER HERITAGE!" There is nothing ugly, shameful nor sinful about being black. I resent anyone who says anything different. This is ridiculous. She is raising this little girl to have one hell of a color complex and it's going to be really bad for her when she gets older. We don't live in a colorblind society. This child is going to recieve a rude awakening. It is not going to be pretty.
For those of you who may be saying, "What's wrong with playing with a white babydoll?"...let me break it down for you.
Doll babies are a reflection of how our little girls see themselves. It's not healthy for a black child to have all white dolls. She's not seeing a reflection of herself. Instead, She's seeing a societal image that tells what she needs to look like in order to be considered beautiful. We want to present good images to our young black girls. I'm not saying that white doll babies are bad. I'm saying that white dolls do not present black girls with an image in their likeness. There is something seriously wrong when a black child believes that black dolls are ugly & white ones are beauty. There's a serious psychological issue that isn't being addressed with that child.
The history of people of African descent around the globe is one of pride & courage. There is absolutely no shame in that. They don't called the continent of Africa "The Motherland" for nothing. I'm proud of my history, and all black parents should teach their children to be proud of it.
When I was growing up, my mother was dead set against me having white dolls. She didn't want me to grow up with a complex. I'm a dark-skinned woman...and I was a dark-skinned child. I saw no images that looked myself on tv. I didn't see images of myself in magazine, cartoons or movies. When a black woman was shown on tv, she was always light-skinned with long european style hair. My mother knew that look didn't represent me. She didn't want me to have low self-esteem because I didn't have light skin & long flowing hair. She always bought me dark-skinned dolls. Both she & my father taught me about my black history.
If there were no black dolls in the store, then my mother didn't buy me any. I recall one time that I was in Ames. I asked my mother if she could buy me a doll. She agreed. I ran over to the toy section & picked up a white doll. When I took it to my mother, she said that she wouldn't buy it. I cried. I wanted to know why I couldn't have the doll. When we got home, my mother explained to me that the doll didn't represent me. I didn't understand that at the time.
When I came home from school the next day, my father told me to go look under my bed. When I looked under my bed, I saw the doll baby...only this doll was black. My father drove all over the city looking for a black doll for me. I didn't care about the color. I was just happy to have the doll. Racial complexities were the furthest from my mind, but as I reflect on the teachings of my parents, I understand what they were doing for me.
They were instilling images of pride into me. They let me know that it's a privilege & a blessing from God to wear the skin that I was born with. I recall crying to my mother because a little boy at school said that I was "too dark". My mother held me in her arms & told me that I am beautiful. She forbade me to ever think otherwise.
I am so thankful for my mother. I wish more black mothers would instill those kind of values into their children. I can only pray for my friend & her child. I can't change the images that she allows her daughter to see. I can only hope that a lightbulb goes off in her head really soon. Her child is heading down a dangerous path and she's ignoring it all. That's really sad.
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June 21, 2005
Why Me?
I had the most embarassing experience while meeting with a client. It was so bad. I was praying that the meeting would end sooner than expected so that I could just get away.
Because of the nature of my job, I always carry two cell phones on my waist. My job cell always sits on my left hip, while my personal phone sits on the right. The belt clip that holds the personal phone broke this afternoon. I wasn't in the office, so I was forced to hold the phone. I didn't want the phone to be visible during my meeting, so I was trying to think of a smart place to put it.
I, being the certifiable genius that I am, decided to tuck the phone inside of my waist. My pants didn't have any belt loops, so I decided that sticking the phone between the waistline & my side would be a good idea. It wasn't. During my presentation before the clients, the phone slipped into my panties. I couldn't reach down to grab it for obvious reasons.
If I didn't make any sudden moves, the phone would've gently rested on my right abdomen. Nothing is ever that simple. About 4 minutes into my presentation, my phone starts vibrating. Someone kept calling me. I paused mid-sentence and everyone was looking at me like, "Go 'head black girl...you're wasting my time." I kept trying to finish what I was saying, but each time I tried the phone started to vibrate. I wanted to run out of the room, but that would've made me look insane. Instead, I finished my presentation. I tried not to make very many moves for fear that the phone would end up in a place that I really didn't want it to be. As the phone was buzzing & moving on my pelvic bone & I was trying to keep myself from reaching into my underwear to grab it.
I had two co-workers with me at the time. The two of them were looking at me as if to say, "What is your problem? You're going to blow the account!" One of them took over when I finished. I couldn't leave the conference room. That would've been bad. I sat down in one of the chairs carefully as to not force the phone into my crotch. All the while, my phone is blowing up. I was so mad at whoever was calling me. They knew that I would be at work! I crossed my legs to prevent the phone from slipping further. I was calculating moves in my head.
"I can quietly reach down & grab my phone without anyone noticing.", I said to myself. When everyone's eyes seemed to be fixed on my co-worker, I made an attempt to slip my hand down into my pants to retrieve the phone. When I did that, my other co-worker turned his head and caught me. His eyes got big. I hurried and pulled my hand from my pants. I began to shake my head at him trying, in an unspoken way, to tell him that something is wrong. He moved closer to me to try to comprehend, but at that moment it was obvious that we weren't paying attention & our other co-worker was very annoyed.
I had no choice but to leave the phone alone. It started vibrating again. It was driving me nuts. I uncrossed my legs. The phone slipped again. I was saying, "God help me." My co-worker sitting next to me leaned his ear closer to me. The phone was buzzing. He looked down into my lap, then looked up at me. He pulled out his notepad & wrote on a piece of paper.
"Please tell me that there is not something vibrating in your crotch?", he wrote. I wanted to laugh so hard. I told him that there was something in there. He wrote, "What the hell? Couldn't you wait until you got home?"
I replied, "IT'S MY PHONE YOU IDIOT!". He wrote back, "Your phone? How did your phone end up down there?"
My other co-worker finished his portion of the presentation, and it was now time for the one sitting next to me to reel the client in. The other co-worker worker sat beside me. I kept trying to get his attention, but he ignored me. My phone started buzzing again, and he heard it. He looked down into my lap. I pointed to my job phone to tell him that my phone was making the buzzing noise. He shrugged it off.
When the presentation was finished. One of the partner's at the client's firm asked me to explain something again. She asks if I could explain the model on the computer forcing me to stand up & walk to the front of the room. As I walked, I felt the phone slipping again. As I stood in front of everyone, I felt the phone slip into the area that I was trying to prevent it from. I said to myself, "If this phone starts ringing in it's present place, then I am going to cry."
I began to explain some things to the client. The phone starts to buzz. OH GOD THIS KIND OF CRAZY STUFF ONLY HAPPENS TO ME! I begin to move around a little to keep my mind off of the fact that the phone is chillin in my panties. When I finished, I asked if anyone else had another question. The room was silent, but my phone started to buzz again. One of the clients said, "Is there a bug in here?" I wanted to die. I excused myself. As I hurried out of the room, the phone fell out of underwear, slid down my pantleg & hit the floor. Everyone was staring at me. My co-worker walked over to me and said, "I'll get that for you."
I gave him the look of death. I whispered, "If you touch it, I will break your fingers." He started laughing. I grabbed my phone & hurried out. I was humiliated. I checked my phone to find that I'd recieved 15 text messages from my little cousins who decided that because of boredom, they'd make my afternoon a nightmare.
I'm pretty sure that my co-workers joked about it for the rest of the day. I left for home after the meeting. I don't want to show my face in the office tomorrow.
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June 19, 2005
July 10
I had a very disturbing dream over the weekend. I haven't the slightest clue as to what the dream means, but it freaked me out.
In my first dream, I dreamt that I was at a funeral. I don't know who's funeral it was, but the person must've been popular. I remember the person's name being spoken in the dream, but I can't recall it while awake. I was sitting next to a lady that knew the woman being eulogized. The lady was talking to me. She asked what was my relationship with the dead woman. I said that I didn't know her and that Im at her funeral by mistake. I actually came into the funeral home because I thought it was the place that I was supposed to meet my mother & a friend.
The lady told me that I looked lost & confused. I replied by saying, "I am lost & confused". I kept looking over at the casket in the front of the room. I noticed that the casket was closed, so that added more mystery as to who this woman was. I was starting to get a bit nervous. I asked the lady next to me if she knew the date for that day. She said, "Today is July 10, 2005." I looked at the calendar on the wall and it read July 10. I said, "Today is my birthday. And nobody called me to wish me a happy birthday." I looked back at the casket & I woke up.
I went back to sleep. This time, I was with my mother & my friend. The date was still July 10. I was standing at a supermarket cash register, but my surroundings were festive. There was a festival happening. I can't remember if the festival was taking place in the supermarket or if the supermarker was at the festival. It was really odd. Everything was out of place. People were walking through me as if I didn't exist. I asked my mother if she could see me. She said, "No. But I hear you." My friend asked her who was she talking to & my mom started crying. Then I awakened again.
I've been analyzing this dream in my head non-stop. I can't get it out of my mind. I'm beginning to dread July 10, which really is my birthday. I sat on my bed saying aloud, "God am I going to die on my 26th birthday?" I don't know what the deal is.
Last year, I had a severe case of anxiety over turning 25. Now I fear that I'm going to die when I turn 26...or that someone close to me is going to die on my birthday.
This has been tripping me out.
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June 15, 2005
Clueless Thought
Clueless Thought Of The Day:
BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH...and so on
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June 12, 2005
Bus Driver Guy
A crappy day was turned into a fabulous evening tonight when I attended the Clifford Brown Jazz Festival with Mr. Bus Driver Guy. The Jazz fest was wonderful. We arrived to see the performance of Hugh Masekela. I enjoyed it so much. Mr. Bus Driver Guy & I danced to the rhythem of the music permeating Rodney Square.
Mr. Bus Driver Guy had been pulling for me to attend the Jazz Festival with him this weekend. I was a bit apprehensive to attend with him because he & I are just getting to know one another. I told him that if he sat in the park with me, then I'd go to the jazz fest with him. He's a cool guy. I'm starting to do something that I said I wouldn't do. I'm starting to like him.
He & I first "met" back in February. Instead of driving, I decided to take the bus to my grandmother's one night after I left work. As I stood outside of the bus shelter, I heard the honk of a horn. I turned my head towards the bus. In a very sarcastic tone, the bus driver said, "Yes. I'm honking my horn at YOU." He motioned for me to come over to him. I rolled my eyes. He asked my name and I told him that it was none of his business. He started flirting with me. I said something rude and then I got on another bus.
I'd see him every now & then, but I really didn't pay him much attention. A co-worker rode his bus regarly, and she'd tell me that he'd ask about me. I didn't pay her much attention either. Whenever he saw me walking downtown, he'd say hello. I always spoke back, but it was never an enthusiastic "hello". He said I was mean. I laughed it off.
Flash forward to late May. I was parking my car on a street a bus came alongside me & stopped. It was Mr. Bus Driver Guy. He said, "Hey! How are you? I heard you weren't feeling well." We had somewhat of a 20-second coversation. He gave me his number. I said that I wasn't going to call him. I saw him later that evening in ACME. We talked for a few minutes. He made me promise that I'd call him. I had intentions to call, but something always came up when I said that I would call him. I saw him about a week & a half ago. I felt bad about not calling him, so I gave him my number.
He called & we talked for a while. He asked me on a date, but I refused. "Do you flirt with every cute chick you see?", I asked. He said, "No. Just you." I was like NEGRO PLEASE...DON'T GIVE ME THAT SMOOTH CRAP. I have to admit, I was a bit intrigued. We exchanged calls for the next few days. In a later conversation, he would ask me to the jazz festival. I agreed to go with him only if he would come to park with me. He agreed. We went to the park, sat on a rock & talked. I became smitten with him when he began to talk about music. I was upset about that too. I did not intend to fall for this guy. In fact, a few weeks ago I prayed that God would teach me how to be content in my singleness. I've been trying to avoid relationships for personal & spiritual reasons.
As we talked about music, I thought, "God you are so unfair for this." Mr. Bus Driver Guy began to talk about Miles Davis, Theloneous Monk, Duke Ellington and a host of others. He began to talk about Hugh Masekela, and I thought, "God this man is perfect!" He asked me about my musical interest. I told him. He then said, "Hey...do you like Gospel Hip Hop?"
GOD...YOU DON'T PLAY FAIR!!
In my best Madea voice, I said, "I should punch in your face." I didn't mean to say that aloud. It just came out. He laughed at me. I told him that I loved Christian hip hop. We had a whole other conversation about that alone. He asked me if I'd go to church with him. I had to refuse because I had plans to attend my own church. Each time he opened his mouth, I wanted to say, "GOD WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!"
Needless to say, my conversations with Bus Driver Guy have been great. I don't know what will become of our friendship. All I know is that I like him...and I wasn't trying to go down that route.
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June 8, 2005
Non-Review Review
I know that I promised to do a review of "The Thesis", but I've changed my mind. I am entitled to do that you know. I'm unable to form a unbiased opinion. As I sat here writing out my opinion, I began to feel as if it was unnecessary. There are several other reviews of this album on the net for you to check out. even though what I have to say about the album at this point is almost irrelevant. I mean considering that it's #5 on the Gospel Billboard Charts and everything...who cares about what I say? Did you catch the sarcasm in that? Ahh...good.
Truth is...I'm just not feeling this album. I expected alot more. Maybe I expected too much. I don't know, but after I listened, I was kinda disappointed. Theologically, the album is on point...as is all Cross Movement material. It's definitely a great tool to use in the spreading of the gospel. For that, it gets 5 stars alone.
Musically speaking, it's a bit bland. It boggles my mind when I hear people say, "The Thesis is the best hip hop album ever." Are we listening to same album? It's not the best hip hop album ever...it's not even the best Christian hip hop album ever. Stop trippin. It's not even the best CM solo effort. *gasp* Dare I commit blasphemy by saying that I think "The Incredible Walk" is still better than "The Thesis"? God help me & my inbox.
I'm not completely disappointed with the album. There are a few hot songs on the album.
"We Worship You" is pure FIRE. It's classic CM, and I love it.
"Crown Him" is my favorite song on the album. I'll let them tell it...I aint gotta say it all
"My Clothes, My Hair" is worthy of a second listen. It's one of the better songs on the album. I don't understand why the radio edit of this song was made a bonus track. There really is no difference between the album version & the radio edit. That was a bit tacky.
"Body Talk" is very mellow. It's encouraging to hear a man stand up for women & tell it like it is. For this joint the Ambassador gets 2 thumbs ups. Nobody is seeking a hottie that's highly indecent, except when they wanna use the hottie for obvious reasons...
"He's Glorious" is outrageous. The Ambassador & Shai Linne lace is track ridiculously. Now THIS song should've been the ONLY bonus track on the album. No No...it should've been added as a regular track on the album. Unfortunately, you have to withstand the radio edit version of "My Clothes, My Hair" before this track pops up, but it's definitely worth the wait.
That's all I have to say about that. I'll leave it up to you to form your own opinion of 'The Thesis'. Feel free to listen to the album in my radio blog. I'll leave it up for a minute.
Listen Here:
Peace out!
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June 7, 2005
Ok Ok Already
I have recieved several emails from my faithful readers asking me when I'm going to write my opinion about The Ambassador's new CD 'The Thesis'. Yes Adam...I have faithful readers...all 3 of em thank YOU very much. Anywho...I'm going to post that opinion up later. It's not going to be a review...well...because...I've been a bit hesitant to say that I'm really not diggin the CD that much. When I wrote that "The Incredible Walk" was better than "Christology", you would've thought that I had posted, "There is no such thing as Jesus" by the response I got from so called "Christian hip hop scholars". Needless to say, I didn't want to write an opinion on "The Thesis" because I didn't want to offend anyone. However, something wonderful dawned on me...this is MY SITE & I'm entitled to MY OPINION, SO THEREFORE I can say or write whatever I want. And I wrote all of that to say...I'll put my opinion up later.
On another note...I can't stop listening to 4th Avenue Jones' latest CD. If you do not have it, then you need to get it...christians & non-christians alike. 'Stereo' is pure genius. Ahmad Jones is a clever cat. This new CD is so hot. It's a mix of hip hop, rock & soul. The title track "Stereo" is worth buying the album alone.
4th Avenue Jones- Stereo (right click & save)
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June 4, 2005
Ungrateful
I hate it when a gift is given, and there's no thanks in return. I recently gave a gift to someone that I believed to be a friend. It wasn't like it was big expensive gift...but it was a gift none the less. Sort of like a random act of kindness type deal. Not only has the person not thanked me for the gift, which I gave out of pure thoughtfulness...BUT she hasn't even attempted to call me either. That ticks me off. I understand that my gift was to be a "random act" but still she could at least say, "Thanks. I appreciate it." That's just the appropriate thing to do.
What makes me even more upset is that this isn't the first time that a gift was given to her without a "Thank You" in response. Another friend & myself helped to pay her rent when she was in a bad financial situation. We didn't get a thank you then. On another occassion, a guy that we know drove her to her sister's house in Baltimore and she didn't even say thanks nor did she offer him any resemblance of gas money. That's pretty f'd up if you ask me. He didn't have to take her.
Perhaps, I should've learned my lesson from past experiences with her ungratefulness. Sue me for having a compassionate heart. I decided to give the "random act of kindness" this time because she's experiencing a little hardship. She confided in me & another friend a few weeks ago that she was "succumbing to the pressures of life." She gave us this entire spew about how everything is dragging her down. She wants to do right, but she cant. I know how difficult things can be sometimes, so I felt for her. We prayed with her, and told her to call if she needed anything. She called me daily. I tried to encourage her. I pointed to my present situation with my health issues. I told her that she can make it. She seemed encouraged.
I gave her the gift...and I haven't recieved a call in two weeks. At first I was like, "She's just going through something."...Now Im like, THIS [CHICK] IS ONE UNGRATEFUL HEFFER!...HOW MANY [FRIGGIN] TIMES WILL BE BOO BOO THE FOOL! I decided to call her this afternoon. When her voicemail came on, I was tempted to let it rip, but I simply asked her to return my call. When she calls me back...if that heffer calls me back...I'm going to give her the truth in love. She's running a sheisty game, and one day she's going to pay for it.
I don't want a gift in return. Hell...I haven't even asked her for the money that I gave her to pay her rent. I don't want any elaborate recognition. I just want a simple "Thank You". Let me know that you appreciate the kindness that others extend. It's only right to do so.
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June 1, 2005
Old School Wednesday
Provided with a little inspiration from EJ, I've decided to do an Old School Wednesday Radio Blog. I'm dedicating this Old School Wednesday RB to my mother. My mother exposed us to all kinds of music. Because of my mother, I can listen to any contempory song & almost instantly name the old school song that it has sampled. She had an awesome taste in music. Take a listen...
Old School Wednesday: Mama's Grooves
1. Honey Cone- Want Ads
2. Roy Ayers- Everybody Loves The Sunshine
3. The Delegation- Oh Honey
4. Ohio Players- I Wanna Be Free
5. The Temptations- I Want A Love I Can See
6. The Gap Band- Yearning For Your Love
7. Isley Brothers- Voyage To Atlantis
8. The Jones Girls- You Gonna Make Me Love Somebody Else
9. Diana Ross- I'm Coming Out
10. Bobby Womack - Woman's Gotta Have It
11. The O'Jays - Family Reunion
12. Earth Wind and Fire- September
13. Wilson Pickett - I'm in Love
14. Steely Dan- Peg
15. Stevie Wonder - Signed, Sealed, Delivered
16. Marvin Gaye- Got To Give It Up
17. Teddy Pendergrass - It Don't Hurt Now
These are the songs that my mom used to play all the time when I was a kid. I think that music helped my mother to get through some hard times in her life & in her marriage with my father. It's amazing the things we remember as kids. I remember my mother dancing alone almost as if the music had taken her to another realm. A realm in which she could forget about all the drama & be free. Then there were times that she'd turn on the stereo, grab me or one of my brothers & start dancing with us. I miss those times with my mother.
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