Master Drummers ~ The Gods Are Awake!

“Strummin’ my pain with his fingers, singin’ my life with his words… Killin’ me softly with his song…” (Roberta Flack).   In Africa it is said that each person has a rhythm to which they alone dance.  Women… Read More

“The Language You Cry In” …oral-aesthetic musings

“Everybody come… Everyone come together… / The grave is restless. The grave is not yet at peace…” (translation) Lorenzo Turner, a pioneering Black linguist, recognized the origin of these lines in a song he recorded in the 1930s on… Read More