Greetings from New York City!
What you gonna do when you get out of jail? / I’m gonna have some fun / And what do you consider fun? / Fun, natural fun
I’m in heaven / With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend / There’s no beginning and there is no end / Time isn’t present in that dimension
He’ll take my arm / When we’re walking, rolling and rocking / It’s one time I’m glad I’m not a man / Feels like I’m dreaming, but I’m not sleeping
Check it out, y’all / I’m in heaven / With the maven of funk mutation / Clinton’s musicians such as Bootsy Collins / Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing / Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson / Wailin’ and skankin’ to Bob Marley / Reggae’s expanding with Sly and Robbie / I said, oops, your mama said, uh
Today is the last day of a two and half week trip back east. It took most of the week to get in a New York state of mind, but after walking the streets and playgrounds of my old hometown, I’m just about here.
My feelings are mixed—well, kind of like the Idelic Hour? There are happy and sad songs, old and new of every tempo. My overwhelming feeling at this moment is gratitude. Thankful for family and close friends and the opportunity to have been living a rock ‘n’ roll dream-life.
Props to anyone who listens and/or cares about streetball courts, cut off shorts, Pro-Keds, Frisbee Hill, boomboxes, and seeing The Clash play Bonds on Broadway. Hope to run into ya. In the meantime, here’s a few songs that come to mind.
Got to see mom!
View this post on Instagram