The times.. they are changing aren't they! From 78's to 45's 12",8 tracks, cassettes, walkmens discmans, cdj's, to that bastered also known as...the thumb drive. I've seen many a music lover aka a, DJ/Produce in heated battles over this thingy called a thumb drive. Or vinyl vs technology.
Battles and beefs happen, but time has shown even in House music, battles and beefs sometimes turn into brawls. Shameful isn't it.
There is evolution in sound, and how its made, through it all we've danced. No matter what flava you savor on the dance floor., you've danced. We use music to express every emotion. Music speaks when we cannot. Music is also a healer.
And right now we need music to speak like its never spoken before. and the beefs are or should be over how the music is played who plays it or how they make that bread is being affected.
Music is our medicine, its keeping us as uplifted, connected, and is a healer to our soul.
I started this Blog almost 6 months ago. I wasn't in the right frame of mind to pen not one word. So I shelved it. At that time I didn't know if I would ever write again. I mean so much had gone on.
Then a 6'5" inch bird dropped some jewels in my ear as he always does. So I gave it some thought, and gave it some more thought, and thought some more after that.
2019 ended on a high note., life was looking really good I was getting out of my underground funk. You see the summer of 2019 wasn't what I would call or recall fun.. but it set me on the road to healing. Healing myself from myself and through it all I had the music, the underground sound and my House family. I made my way to The Chosen Few but I still felt like some part of me was missing. I knew my musical life wasn't going to be right until I heard the one DJ that makes it right. On the up side other aspects of my life had taken a turn towards the positive and I was finally able to be "ok" with what had been the worst spring and summer of my life.
...but, my House family... whew alls I can say is Thank YOU! - I promise this is all going to tie together. Allow me a little latitude please.
anywho...
In rolls 2020 and with it came something none of us ever thought we would see in our lifetimes. Our House family was in need..in need of a healing. Not by our own hands. But by the hands of the people that were supposed to be there to protect all of us. 2020 is shaping up to be the year all the walls are torn down, and what better way to break down the walls and become a global village than through music. The beat that runs through us all..
Doctors heal the sick, and music heals the soul. The world is in bad need of both. Tonight I found myself thinking about the summer that would never be. No MOVEMENT no MOVEMENT parties,no DTM BBQ. No meeting people from all over the world. Taking pride in our city. No, me being disgruntled with Paxahau for one reason or another. no Rick, no Norm, no Uchi, no Cordell or Vincent. No Marcellus and the saddest part for me, no Fiona and Jason. No ending up at Motor City Wine with my loves The House Gallery. No Train, no Dayna. No going out when the sun comes up and getting home with the dawn of a new day. No Chosen Few. No beautiful black people united in music, dance, and food all that LOVE that is shown in that ONE day experience. No Mansion party in Atlanta, no Summer Oasis, no House in the park.. and the countless other House events that take place all over the world. WE are in a global pandemic and a lot of people are hurting and in need of a healing.
We have lost SO many, we have been unable to comfort each other. Cry with each other, share memories of our dearly departed with one another. But the tie that keeps us together is the music, and the DJs that create this underground world we are united in.
My mind can't help but go back in time., the time I first heard Nervous, became friends with David or shared a smile and laugh with Tasha. The parties, clubs and special guest. We have all lost someone we have also lost a part of who we are and what makes us those carefree adults who still party like we did back in the day.
Now, since we are all on global punishment we can still be united. We can mourn our loved ones. We just have to do it a different way, a new normal. And just like we can mourn we can also rejoice. Rejoice for our friends who did recover, and for the purpose of this Blog rejoice in our DJs. They have been our musical healers. Giving us the remedy we need. They have shared their collective talents via different platforms. DJs are selfish ya know. They too need a healing, they don't just play for us. They play for themselves as an outlet cause they do have something to tell us., just in their own way. There is always a message in the music my friends. Listen to the healing message., and don't forget to tip the messenger. They have to eat and pay bills to ya know.
This global pandemic has shown us that we are more alike than not. This horrible virus doesn't care who you are. How much money you have. It wants to attack you, control you, keep you down.
The healers and the music do the same. They don't care what your ethnicity is, how much money you have what color you are or who you chose to love. Let the music take control, let it attack you. The difference is the music pulls us up. The music helps us rejoice when we want to cry. With every track played, another page of our musical diary is read or is being written. A memory is relived., and new ones are being made.
Right now, memories and live feeds is all we got. But soon we will be able to lift our hands in the sanctuary, we will be able to hear those DJs beat that shh, the scene will be set, and our inner freak will be unleashed once again on a dance floor near you.
Until that time, stay safe my loves, shelter in place, dance like nobody is watching, AND support your DJs. They do it for the love of House, for the love of beats, for the love of dance. They do it strictly for the L-O-V-E
I can't end this without saying something about Huck, but what can I say about someone I barely knew what can I say that hasn't already been said. What I can say is this... I am going to miss seeing his face (that face) no matter what he was doing or who he was having a conversation with., I would always get a smile simply by saying, "Hi Huck"! Your music will live on. Thank you for your gift/talent, your teachings and knowledge.
Rick will still have his Beautiful Sundays, Guest DJ Thursday will return. That I-94 connection will still be strong. Norm will be back to crack your cranium. and yes.. Shay will have her annual backyard shenanigans bbq(ok maybe not THIS year) but still..
Let the music Play
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