Peace to the zulu nation,
peace to all the gods and the earths,
word is bond...
Now that we have this thing appropriately started, I feel as if it's time for me to begin with the first letter to be sent out at sea...
Today officially began my first journey into diggin in crates. Digging for jems hidden amongst other peoples disregarded belongings has an interesting irony to it, especially for those who dig for therapy... What other people find disregard in, is what I hope to discover parts of myself in. So thank you to those who threw away apart of themselves so things in my day can make a little more sense.
At first I told myself the first record I have to play when I get a record player was John Coltrane's: A Love Supreme. But then I realized that having a preconceived agenda defeats the purpose of crate digging. And plus they only had a new version of A Love Supreme 12", and it was expensive as shiet. In my childlike search, I was able to come across a real gem... A Hiroshima record that was released in 1979. I see it as a pretty successful find.
It's becoming apparent to me now the incredible effect that film and music had on the way I've come to self actualize myself. I find that during times of transition, when nothing makes sense anymore and I find it hard to find something to cling onto, I try to look for indications of where to go in film and music.
The only problem is, Clark Gable wasn't as brown as me, so how would he know?
No comments:
Post a Comment