“I think it’s so dope that I’m here in Chicago and contributing to the music scene that’s thriving. People are so happy Chicago’s shining that everyone is willing to say ‘I represent Chicago.’ That wasn’t always the case.” – Chance the Rapper Now throw yo hands up for the CHI!! Today as we celebrate […]
“Americans, the eyes of the world are upon you. How can you expect the world to believe in you and respect your preaching of democracy when you yourself treat your colored brothers as you do?” As an artist and performer, I revel in every opportunity to CELEBRATE THE HISTORY OF BLACK MUSIC! The beginning […]
Awhile back, the NY Times printed a piece that basically asked, Are college lectures racist…urmmm, I mean unfair. Are college lectures unfair? and in it the writer explains that the college lecture format preferences some groups (white middle class males) over other groups (every darn body else)
A few summers ago, I created and taught a course to my high school students called Music and Movements. The course was developed around the ideology that every socially progressive or political based movement has its own soundtrack. The music for each movement serves as a way to document the emotional intent, triumphs, failures, fears, […]
While I was in college, Slam Poetry intrigued me. Some friends and I formed a Slam Team and we would go to different venues and ‘body’ the competition. WE WERE ILL. A select group of versatile marksmen and women equipped with different talents, gifts, skillsets, and ANYBODY COULD GET IT. We went to venues in […]
Any educator in their right mind needs to listen to this album with and without your students.
We here at CREAD will be giving an in depth pedagogical break down using DAMN in a few weeks. And what we’re asking you, yes YOU reading this. Is to listen to DAMN and if there is a track that hits you right to your soul, write or draw or in someway express yourself and what you felt when you listened to it.
So what are you gonna say at my funeral, now that you’ve killed me? Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted. Most bomb p*ssy who, because of me, sleep evaded. Her god listening. Her heaven will be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes, dust to side chicks.
I remember watching Lemonade, at home, by myself, glued to my couch, stunned by the words coming out of Queen B’s mouth. I knew the poetry wasn’t hers and I remember wondering, who, had written such purity and realness and how had they allowed themselves to be so vulnerable?