Friday, February 08, 2008
I've been feenin', these last few weeks, a break from the hollowed-out niggery of pop culture, and have been combing my CD shelf for music by black males that goes beyond that particular dynamic. Been listening to a lot of Bobby Womack. (Yeah, I see your point. Fleeing niggery and listening to Mr. Womack does seem at direct odds... but Bobby feeds me substantive niggery.) But I have also been wanting something that pushes beyond the confines of typical r&b. (See the Stan Campbell post below.) The late, great Ephraim Lewis, who hadn't even really begun exploring his full potential before he died under mysterious circumstances in LA almost fifteen years ago, fits that bill. Click here to read his fascinating, tragic life story.