Go-go, bluegrass, jazz, rap, hardcore punk, doom metal, all of it. We are committed to listening, learning, & using our voice to help fight for the change that is so desperately needed in this country. I’ve spent the past 20 years listening ravenously, rapturously to music made by my neighbors, and it keeps getting better. I’ve spent the past 20 years listening ravenously, rapturously to music made by my neighbors, and it keeps getting better. The publishers and promoters of music, who once cosily scratched each other’s backs to choose hits and make stars, these days spend their days slugging it out just to get their acts heard. don’t compare it to the loss of life by using the word “violent.” burn down the symbology of oppression-this is a powerful gesture. looting & vandalism ARE non-violent protest. Violence happens against humans, animals, the earth. We stand in unequivocal solidarity with black americans begging for their FULL liberation. We stand in solidarity with the families of george floyd, breonna taylor, ahmaud arbery, & those of the innumerable other black americans lynched in this country throughout our history. IiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiĪll income from this pay-what-you-want record will be donated to Black Lives Matter. we appreciate you all so much & look forward to playing music again for you soon. thank you to anyone who came to these concerts! thank you to anyone listening now. This item must be returned within 90 days of the date it was purchased in store, shipped, delivered by a Shipt shopper, or made ready for pickup. When Gordy founded his Tamla label in 1959, he set out to achieve what Brunswick should have been doing for Jackie Wilson: make pure, beautiful soul music and sell it to white America as well as. ![]() & singing all in the first person! the first person plural? what should we call this? grammar has generously bent open for us to make room for something momentary we might call "the communal i.” -a line of people, their singing heads in the tungsten floating sweetly over their shoulders, shoulder to shoulder, singing stretched-out vowels in unison, affirming together our collective intent to try to be better to ourselves, to those we know, & to those we don’t know. it’s a sideways smile hearing so many people together but a smile nonetheless. the crisp percussive clatter of all those hands, people chatting to their friends or people they just met, going “woo,” singing along-it’s very surreal & nearly heartbreaking to hear now, the tapping dents & divots of rain against my bedroom window, skylit & glowing overcast tonight. i also see it as a note from a future where people will gather & applaud again. this recording marks a record of the recent past when people could gather together by the hundreds.
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