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Soul Train Is Where First I Fell In Love & Found My Beauty: RIP Don Cornelius

I was at work sitting in the break room checking my Facebook when I found out via my newsfeed that Don Cornelius had died today, in an apparent suicide. Just in case you’re totally un-hip and an unprecedented BAMMA, Don Cornelius created “Soul Train” back in the early 1970s and for decades it was the #1 place on TV to showcase Black Music and all other elements of Black Culture, from, fashion, hairstyles, language, dance, etc. Go check it out on Youtube and get your entire life!

It was such a shock that I felt like someone had kicked me in the gut. All the air was knocked out of me. The legendary creator and host of Soul Train was gone, and in such a sad way. I said a quick prayer for a Peaceful Journey, hoping that whatever sadness enveloped him to the point of suffocation had finally released him in transition. Depression hurts, y’all. Sometimes folks believe that killing themselves is the only way to make the pain go away. Please remember to Love. Always in every way.

Then I started to think about what the iconic Black dance & music show Soul Train has meant to me in my life. It was a very vivid and important part of my early childhood. I remember that the very first time I’d ever laid eyes on Michael Jackson, it was when he was performing on Soul Train with his brothers. I think I was about 4 or 5 years old, so it had to have been 1977 or 1978 and I knew in that moment that I was in Love. Whatever Love means to a preschooler. But outside of that heart & soul-defining moment, I remember that Soul Train was the show that we watched on Saturdays after cartoons went off and we got to see all the singers and bands that we listened to on the radio and on albums any other time. This a period of time before music videos, so Soul Train is how I found out that Black artists were amazing and beautiful to look at. As I got a little older, I was REALLY into the hair/makeup/fashion of the women I saw dancing on Soul Train. Black Girls shaking their Groove Thang and being oh so flyy in the process! So much inspiration for a little Black Girl trying to find her beauty in the sea of Whiteness that is mainstream American media. Yes, Soul Train was as much a part of my growing up as double-dutch and roller skating were. Soul Train taught me to Body Roll! To this day, whenever I hit the dance floor and get into a good groove, I like to imagine myself as some Better Than Everything Black Girl dancing on Soul Train. Twirlin’. Dippin’ Low & Bringin’ It Back Up. We all have the innovation of Mr.Don Cornelius for that. I am so grateful for the legacy that he leaves behind. Thank you.

Here’s a clip I found of Mr.Don Cornelius going down the Soul Train Line, TWICE. He says it was his very first time! The man had some moves! Check it out:

~pbg

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R.I.P. Amy Winehouse

CNN just reported on their website that 27 year-old British jazz and soul singer Amy Winehouse was found dead in her London apartment.

I predicted her death two years ago. Honestly, I had a vision of sorts. I can’t quite explain it, but I saw her dead. Despite her well-known struggles with drug abuse, I didn’t know how she would die. I just knew she would die before she turned 30. And in keeping with some macabre tortured-musical-genius-drug-addict-tradition, it would probably be at age 27 (see: Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin and Kurt Cobain.) I actually was talking to friends about it last week and said, “I hate to say it, but I don’t think that poor girl has much longer. She ain’t gonna make it.”

Sometimes having Vision is hard. Writing this post saddens me.

I won’t pretend to know what her underlying struggles were that led her down the path of drug abuse. I won’t even pretend to believe she was meant to be here any longer than she was. I just hope that she is now at peace on The Other Side.

Amy, thank you for what you were able to contribute to the cultural landscape in the short time you were here. Rest In Peace.

 

~pbg

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Requiem For A Bright Star: R.I.P. Lorenzo Paige, aka “Putt”.

 

 

This is my friend Lorenzo Paige, aka “Putt”. He and I went to Scott Montgomery Elementary School, Shaw Junior High School and Dunbar Senior High School together back in the 1980s and 1990s,  all in the Shaw neighborhood of NW DC. When we were all growing up together around the way, Putt was the boy who stuck up for me when the other kids teased me for being short, skinny and “nerdy”. He claimed me as “Lil’ Sis”. He always looked out for me. I can remember how he’d always have a hug and a kind word and bright smile on his face. He was one of the smartest kids in school and easy going. He was everybody’s friend. We were in marching band together and even took a class together in high school. When my class had our 10 year reunion in 2001, Putt was the photographer for our event. This picture is how Putt showed up for his 20th High School reunion last year. Everybody thought it was HILARIOUS! He came in loud, partying hard and got everything started. Bright and happy…the life of the party as usual.

Nobody knew he had been recently diagnosed with pancreatic cancer until he told us all via Facebook. He went on to document his illness and treatment through Facebook notes to all of us that knew and loved him. He recounted everything his doctors said, how the meds made him feel and even the complications and the fact that the cancer had metastasized. While we prayed for him, he prayed for us. Putt wrote this in a note on March 16 after a particularly grueling chemo session:

Thank you all again for your prayers and words of inspiration. I really do appreciate them. I pray for you all also and the problems that you are going through because we all have some type of problem.

Putt died this morning. I’m am crying over the loss of my friend right now. I’m crying hard. One of the brightest lights of my childhood went out today and it hurts so much more than I thought it would. I’m so sad, but I’m so glad I got to party with him that last time at his class reunion. I’m glad that I got to know him in my lifetime. I consider it an honor.  He was one of the smartest and caring people I’ve known in my life. I’m going to miss him. Condolences to his entire family and to the neighborhood and school family as well.  Godspeed to his spirit as he leaves behind the pain and enters into everlasting spiritual peace.

 

~pbg

 

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RIP Michael Jackson: Energy

I went to bed last night thinking I would not be able to write about Michael Jackson on the 1 year anniversary of his death. I thought that my emotions would get in the way. I’ve been alternately weepy and giddy about his death but the life he lived before it for most of the week leading up to this day. I just didn’t think words would come to me when I came to me raising my figurative glass to MJ’s memory onn my blog. He is and will always be the greatest entertainer who ever lived. On June 25, 2009 Michael Jackson died. <–I still can’t even wrap my mind around that. I think sometimes I’m still stuck in the first stage of grief when it comes to losing Michael. I sit and just whisper to myself “He ain’t gone. He can’t be gone…the world is still spinning and I always knew that it would stop if MJ wasn’t here.”

But after doing a lot of MJ tweeting with my Twitter Family last night, listening to his music, watching videos on YouTube and reading blog posts in tribute to Michael’s legacy I realized that Michael is not gone. I mean, we’re all pretty sure his body is gone. What remains is his spirit. We have the best of what Michael Jackson had to offer this world that for the last half of his life, tried to destroy him. We have Michael’s energy.

Energy in one form can disappear, but the same amount of energy will appear in another form. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed. Michael Jackson lives on.


Every time an infant just learning the language of music spontaneously bops to “Rock With You”, Michael lives on.
Every time a teenager STILL tacks a poster to their bedroom wall, Michael lives on.
Every time I pin one of my many fan buttons to my shirt and go boldly in the streets, Michael lives on.
Every time a song of his comes on and the entire room jumps their feet to sing along and dance together, Michael lives on.
Every time a smile breaks through a tear-streaked face, Michael lives on.

It is the energy of Michael Jackson’s work, his compassion, his dedication to his children and family and to his fans that moves through us all. We are collectively sustained by it, even as we continue to grieve the loss of his existence in the physical form. That energy that was created somewhere sometime long ago before everything was anything and brought forth by the Creator through Michael Jackson cannot ever die. It was meant for this world. Michael believed that and never resisted being its conduit for us, despite how he was treated here (I still cringe at the thought of his pain.) His energy, the Divine that dwelled within him still swirls amongst us. We are so blessed.

Michael Jackson’s energy is complete and perfect and still an active force in this world. It always will be. That “force” that he sang of, that energy, was not created with his birth and was not destroyed with his death. God just picked and extraordinary human to radiate it to the world.

Dear God, thank you.

~pbg

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