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The year was 1976.
I was four years old.
The man who created this master piece is Stevie Wonder.

Most people wouldn’t believe me, but it’s true. Stevie Wonder is one of the people that made me fall in love with words and lyrics. He has to be the first person to make me cry to music. The words, they moved me. I swayed. The way he fuses things together are precisely what I want to say, but I don’t know it until Sir Stevie says it. I discovered this early. I credit my mom and my aunties for keeping my house filled with some of the best music of all times. I love them for this. I adore them for this. I am a better person because of it. This album is by far, one of, if not the best bodies of work that I have ever experienced. And I’m telling you, I knew this at a very young age.
Music is as much a part of my life now as it was then. If there could be a musical prodigy of sorts for a listener and lover of music, I would be she.
I am she.
I’m all gaga right now.
Floating on a cloud I can’t come down from.
Chile…
Anybody who knows me, also knows that Stevie Wonder is it for me.
The quintessential everything.
Oxymoron.
Yea, whatever.
I say the man is it.
The bread and butter.
The moth to the flame.
The invention of everything and all things great and beautiful and lovely..
And finally.
I can scratch this off my bucket list.
I saw Stevie Wonder in concert.
Four magnificent hours.
Songs in the key of life.
In order as they were presented on this 1976 Grammy award winning album.

He sang it just the way I needed him to.
He soothed my ache.
He ruptured my soul.
He touched me y’all, on the inside parts.
The lyrics were like all together new, and,different, and familiar, all at the same damn time.
I sang along. Most times out loud. Sometimes in my head. but, oh man, my man. The most prolific musical icon of my time. We breathed the same air. We occupied the same space. And it was exuberant.
I was blown completely away.
I can almost feel the tears well up in my eyes again.
This is the love of a lifetime. The concert of a lifetime.
Beauty.
Love.
This experience. Ahhh.
My words won’t flow cohesively because I’ve gone mad..
What more can I say.
The melody in my ear.
The songs of my life.
The soundtrack to my heart.
Songs in the key of Dee.
Yes, I came right home and put the album on indefinite repeat.
I’ll be loving this moment until the rainbow burns the stars out of the sky.
until the ocean travels every mountain high,until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea, until we dream of life and life becomes a dream ,until the day is night and night becomes the day, until the trees and seas just up and fly away,
until the day that 8x8x8 is 4,  until the day that is the day that are no more, until the day the earth starts turning right to left,  until the earth just for the sun denies itself, until dear Mother Nature says her work is through, until the day that you are me and I am you.
NOW.. ain’t that loving you.
Who writes like that.
Who pens lyrics like that.
Nobody else.
Only Sir Stevie Wonder.
And that’s a fact jack.
Drop the mic.
Or the pen for that matter.
I’m done.

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Oh yea. India Arie was there and featured over and over. She was good, but you know it was all about Stevie for me.
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Peace, love, and yes, words, and lyrics honey…

Dee

Slowly surely, 
I walk away from that old desperate and dazed love.
caught up in the maze of love, the crazy craze of love. 
thought it was good.
thought it was real.
thought it was but, it wasn’t love 

I just don’t know….

Ah.
Um.
Eh.
Hey peeps.. Did you all watch the Billboard Awards last night?
I half watched and switched channels for most of the show which means if anything meaningful happened, I surely missed it.
I’ve already discussed my disdain and utter disappoinent over award shows these days.
Boring..
But… let me get right to it.
The Michael Jackson hologram. I managed to see that. And it was,
Ah.
Um.
Eh.
It was weird and down right creepy. It creeped me out.
The thing didn’t look like MJ, nor did it dance like MJ, and it was just weird.
I am the biggest MJ fan, but I wasn’t about to shed tears over a creepy hologram. I saw people crying in the audience and all of that. Maybe they were crying for what could have and should have been or just to his memory, because that holographic creepfest just didn’t do it for me. 

Entertainment is a shady business.
That display really solidified that even in death, others can still pimp you out and make money.
I don’t know, maybe it’s me, but I was quite disgusted by it.

What did you think of it? Did it move you?

If you missed it, feel free to view the link from vevo provided by YouTube here.

Michael Jackson – Slave To The Rhythm: http://youtu.be/jDRTghGZ7XU

P.S.
(It’s been a while, sorry I’ve been gone but I’ll do better, I declare it)

Peace and love,
Dee

For the past few days I’ve been on some kind of happy high. I talked about my weekend yesterday and how much joy that brought me. So yea, just an overall good feeling with life and mankind in general. I greatly place emphasis on that mostly do to the overwhelming joy I get from being of service to those in need.
I was just saying how nothing could bring me down from this high I was feeling and then….. a situation occured. I’m not going to go into deep detail because I have truly given it enough power at this point. In a nutshell,  I was harassed and verbally battered by a stranger. When I tell you it was for no reason, that’s the truth. It was a public setting and some idiot decided I was his target. I was so thrown off and upset by this,  that my happy high came to a complete stop.
I couldn’t shake that feeling, it was a funk and a dark cloud, and then I listened to and watched the video below. Let me tell you,  the happy high is back!

“Happy”
It might seem crazy what I’m about to say
Sunshine she’s here, you can take a break
I’m a hot air balloon that could go to space
With the air, like I don’t care baby by the way

Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do

Here come bad news talking this and that, yeah,
well, give me all you got, and don’t hold back, yeah,
well, I should probably warn you I’ll be just fine, yeah,
no offense to you,
don’t waste your time
Here’s why

Hey, come on

happy
bring me down
can’t nothing bring me down
your love is too high
bring me down
can’t nothing bring me down
i said—–let me tell you now
bring me down
can’t nothing bring me down
your love is too high
bring me down
can’t nothing bring me down
i said

Hey, come on

happy
Bring me down… can’t nothing…
Bring me down… your love is too high…
Bring me down… can’t nothing…
Bring me down, I said –let me tell you now

come on

Writer: Pharrell L. Williams
Copyright: Songs Mp O.B.O. Pharrell Williams, More Water From Nazareth, Universal Pictures Music, Emi April Music Inc.
PHARRELL WILLIAMS lyrics are property and copyright of their owners.
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That song makes me feel all kinds of good inside. Pharrell is a genius.
That settles it, “Happy” is my new theme song. It’s been out for a few months but it’s fresh for me every time I hear it.
Yet another reason why I love words and music so much. The power to take a whole situation and turn it around is remarkable and phenomenal.
I am happy,  happy,  happy!!
Come on and get you some of this happy,  because happiness is the truth!

Peace and love,
Dee

There’s this place I like to go.

The music Is really nice, and the people there are friendly enough.

So I go.

And I sit on the stools and listen to Jazz.

And I sway myself in a little melody compliments of the band.

The band is my kind of band.            

The vibe is my kind of vibe

And as soon as he plays that sax, everything will be alright.
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The sound is colorful and it makes me feel all kinds of good inside.

Ni ni ni na na na….ba bu ba bu.. that’s right brother, make that sax dance all over this melody.

For this feeling is everything I want and need right now.

For this music is familiar, it feels like love.

For this music gives me confidence.
And power,
And healing,
and oh la la… Ni ni ni na na na… ba bu ba bu. Yes brother, keep dancing that song all over this melody…

Oh yes,  I remember. This is love..

Copyright © 2013 D.Lavon- All rights reserved

Peace. Love.
Dee

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Let’s talk about.. remember these oww baby, baby sisters? And who could forget their smash Let’s talk about sex!

Well I wanna talk about something alright, but it sure ain’t sex.

It’s that danggone Grammy show.

For the past several years I’ve been waiting to be wowed like I was in the 80’s and 90’s.

But….

They let me down every time.

First off these are my opinions. So walk with me here if you don’t mind.

I’m sort of what you would call a music connoisseur. I like all types of music and because of my upbringing, being around great voices and good music all my life, as far as vocals and lyrics are concerned, I live by a certain standard.

Music just ain’t music no more.

I mean it is, but you have to listen to the old stuff or the legends to be moved. Atleast I do.

There are a few great ones mixed in with the more popular mediocrity that is considered “good music” these days.
And that’s where the problem with the Grammys begin for me.

The few talented artist that are left, don’t get the recognition they deserve.
I wait, and I wait every year, and every year, I’m throughly disappointed.
I mean just who is this academy that decides and what exactly is their merit system? Surely real talent isn’t measured because some of the performances and winners…Chile please, let me just shut up about that.

All I keep hearing about is Pharrell’s hat, Beyoncés wet hair, the marriage that Queen Latifah officiated,  and what everybody had on. I DON’T CARE,  I DON’T CARE.

I’m only here for the music ok.

You know the Grammys have truly fell off when the only thing worth mentioning is what everyone wore. The red carpet is more popular than the performances. It’s not the oscars, it’s the Grammys… Give me a break.

Remember when the Grammys got you excited? I might be dating myself here, but some of my best Grammy moments happened in the 80’s. I have memories of Michael Jackson, Prince, Whitney Houston, you know, the greats. My absoulte favorite performances were that of Marvin Gay, and the one with Eric Clapton when he did Tears In heaven after his son had passed away…. ah yes, now that was magic.

Look.

I’m just an old soul. I like what I like and not one performance was magical for me.
No. Not one.
Sad.

I do realize I’m a day late and a dollar short with this post, but I had to talk about it.

The state of music today. Blows me apart.

Oh well…

Did you like the Grammys? If so, who did you enjoy. Please tell me, I’d really like to know.

Peace and love,
Dee