Sunday, March 4, 2007
Sade Heaven
Jerome of Ibadan Records talks of "Disco Heaven". I know what he's talking about. But in the '90s we surpassed that with hip-hop heaven. I guarantee it. The '90s were spectacular. Though I wasn't famous nationally, I was a regional superstar so that I came to see myself, through the eyes of the people of the region, as Lauryn's counterpart, mostly because of my political writing and visible black nationalist activism. We smoked and chilled in my little studio with some of the best rap artistes to be found in this nation, skilled men of substance, and we created hip hop heaven in a way I thought it could never be created--displacing disco heaven. But at the Sade concert, I experienced another kind of heaven. It was one shorn of anything negative, a kind of extended bliss... imagine loving Sade's music to death, then being live at a concert with perfect sound, the lady herself and a wee bit 'a wine to pump yer brain up. That was heaven, for sure. That was heaven.
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