«Σε βλέπω πολύ ενθουσιασμένο!»
«Είμαι!», απάντησα στο Τάσο την ώρα που η «οικογένεια» μας αποχαιρετούσε.
Καιρό είχα να ενθουσιαστώ τόσο πολύ, πράγμα που ούτως ή άλλως μου συμβαίνει όλο και πιο σπάνια.
Ηθελα πολύ να πάω στη συναυλία της Dee Dee Bridgewater. Το λογάριαζα καιρό. Την πρώτη φορά που είχε έλθει στη Σάνη δεν την είχα δει και περίμενα πως και πώς να έλθει φέτος.
Είχα μάλιστα ξεχαστεί εντελώς και νόμιζα ότι ήταν για απόψε, Σάββατο, βράδυ. Τελευταία στιγμή το συνειδητοποίησα πως ήταν για την Παρασκευή. «Πέταξα» στην Εθνική Θεσσαλονίκης-Μουδανιών, παρά την κίνηση. Ξεθεωμένος έφτασα σπίτι και φύγαμε σχεδόν αμέσως.
Τελείωνε το πρώτο τραγούδι όταν φτάσαμε. Ξαπλώσαμε στο γρασίδι.
With age comes wisdom, spritual awakenings. Taboos are shed. Women drape themselves in invisible clothes of beauty. We become enveloped in serenity. There is no more need to prove who we are, we simply ARE. This is where I find myself today. I have closed many chapters in my life. And this new chapter that I am writing is all about embracing my ‘self’, finding my ‘roots’, seeking out my heritage.
Μια ήρεμη ενέργεια μας τυλίγει κι αμέσως μετά γίνεται ξέφρενος ρυθμός. Κι ύστερα…
Κι ύστερα το Bad Spirits (Bani) . Η μεγάλη κυρία ξεδιπλώνει ρεύματα.
For so long, for so many women of color, we’ve been afraid to embrace our ‘blackness’ fully, whole-heartedly. We’ve waltzed around our color, the many hues of browns and beiges. But we are in the twenty-first century, where the world is upside down, where nothing is as it seems.
Μας μιλάει για τη μουσική του Μάλι και για την τζαζ… Γελάει, λικνίζεται, παρουσιάζει τα «παιδιά» της, του συντρόφους της. Την οικογένειά της.
Seated (Left to Right): Minino Garay, Dee Dee, Cheick Tidiane Seck, Benogo Diakité,
Habib ‘Dia’ Sangaré; Standing (Left to Right): Edsel Gomez, Zoumana Tereta,
Ira Coleman, Baba Sissoko.
In these desperate times, I have felt the yearning to go back in time. I’ve felt the need to finally stand up and admit that my origins stem from the Motherland. Oh, sure, like so many of my brothers and sisters around the world, my lineage is of mixed bloods. We bear the traces of history itself. In my bloodline alone there is Chickasaw, Cherokee, Irish, German, and even Chinese. And those are just the ‘lines’ that can be traced.
However, until recent years there was an invisible line that few people of the darker hue chose to cross. It was as if we did we would be contaminated, condemned. But my spirit grew restless, my physical being began to make visible statements, my music began to turn to rhythms, to the drum. I instinctively knew it was time…time to find my way home. And so, as it is impossible for me, like so many of my sisters and brothers of the darker hue, to trace my past, I decided to let the musical universe be my guide. Africa was calling, but I was not sure which part of Africa. Not until I heard a particular music, from a particular land, did the call become distinctively clear.
The calling was so strong, so forceful, that I had to heed its inaudible cry. I took wing, and was guided to the land of my forefathers. The RED EARTH has always spoken to me, from the time of my birth in Memphis, Tennessee.
When I touched the red earth of Bamako, when I inhaled the Malian air, when I heard the tambours, and listened to the griots, I felt my spirit begin to dance.
I saw myself in the people; I saw that our customs were the same. I found the answers to long-standing questions about the ‘how’, the ‘where’, and the ‘why’. I was invigorated and inspired; my soul was filled with an inexplicable peace.
This project is my ode to Mali and to Africa; it is the story of a lost child finding her way home. It is my reawakening. And I hope it stirs your spirit, that it inspires you to begin your own personal journey.
“RED EARTH” - A Malian Journey is simply put, my journey home.
— Dee Dee Bridgewater
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Four Women (Nina Simon)
My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is wooly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
Its been inflicted again and again
What do they call me
My name is aunt sarah
My name is aunt sarah
My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me
My name is siffronia
My name is siffronia
My skin is tan
My hairs alright, its fine
My hips invite you
And my lips are like wine
Whose little girl am i?
Well yours if you have some money to buy
What do they call me
My name is sweet thing
My name is sweet thing
My skin is brown
And my manner is tough
Ill kill the first mother I see
Cos my life has been too rough
Im awfully bitter these days
Because my parents were slaves
What do they call me
My
Name
Is
Peaches
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