Jazz and the Black Plight

So I had to read Jazz for my class, fantastic (Duh- It’s Toni Morrison). But, anyway, she -my professor- asked if we agreed that jazz music was like representative of black people in general, and I’m all like… wow, hell yes. Hell, yes it is. Wow, what allegorical genius. Toni just vomits harsh truths like a sensitive gag reflex. It’s amazing, anyway, I wrote this.

Jazz music, like the black American community, is often discredited and underestimated as respectable and classic American music. Despite being a root for modern music evolution, jazz music is still saved for dark corners of New York clubs. Rather than receive the honor and royal treatment it deserves the way described as erratic rather than passionate, and formless rather than innovative. What is beautiful about jazz music is the ability to consider all forms of music composition and arrange that into free-form expression while still maintaining a firm structure. Jazz sets the tone for a clear parallel with the black community and how it is viewed in American culture.

Jazz music was birthed in the one of the most iconic black communities known for its contributions to art culture: Harlem. During the Harlem Renaissance, the black community was drunk off of their freedom from slavery and excited about opportunities they were never granted permission to dream of, like independence. Although the white community was not inviting, blacks were not deterred. With a strong connection to the music that brightened the dark days of confinement, they took the music ingrained in suffering and combined it with the music composition they now had the opportunity to learn. From this birthed a unique culture, and that is what black culture is. It is a culture that is constantly evolving based on cultural norms that are seemingly privatized for white America.

Jazz is seen as uncultured and lewd, developed at a time when societal mores were questioned and shifted. Life was sexualized and people were more open about it; skirts and dresses got shorter, the music got louder and faster and the American economy was booming. It was a time of celebration. That being said, it was a time where black people were finally able to feel proud of something; they were owners of an entire culture after having been told they weren’t considered a whole human being in law. What I see is, people making the absolute most out of very little and prospering within that.

In Toni Morrison’s Jazz, the theme of Jazz being representative of the plight of an African-American is apparent simply in its focus on the black community. The lack of white characters illustrates the cultural separation of the two communities.

Vera Louise Gray’s affair with Henry LesTroy can be seen as the allure of an outsider to the black community and thus cultural appropriation as well as the open minded nature of the black community to accept those who simply wanted to be involved; an act that is more rare in reversed roles. Vera having moved away from her family to raise her son can also be seen as a metaphor. Vera raised Golden Gray to be unaware of his background and blood lineage, just as slaves were taken from their families to be raised without knowledge of where they come from. Golden’s rage fueled reaction serves to highlight the self-hate that often erects itself in the black community as a consequence of the widely taught sentiment that they are less than.

Toni also leaves many of her characters without mothers, which can be translated to depict the loss of background or origination. For Joe, a lack of identity developed within himself when he found out he was adopted. That detachment from himself can be attributed to never having known his birth parents. He took his separation from his parents as a separation from his true self. Black people at this time were coming to terms with the fact that, although they now have established lives, their history and lineage and the truth of their people was taken from them. In America, black people created an entirely fresh identity for themselves, devoid of the African roots that run through them and contribute to their development as a people throughout slavery. Black people were adopted by America and then abandoned, forced into the wilderness like Wild and Golden Gray because there was no place for them in what was considered civilization.

It is because of that clear separation that America has developed a strict black/white mentality, where the lines cannot be blurred or shared and one has to be good while the other is bad. The separation and consequent lack of a shared community places a negative perception on the newly sprouting stalks of black culture because it wasn’t widely accepted and it was being led by a people that were only considered suitable for labor, just like jazz music. Toni Morrison’s work is rich with metaphors to explain and illustrate the plight of the black community from its birth in slavery through its continued progress since. Jazz is the perfect example of this, illustrating the after effects of slavery on the subconscious and the subsequent affect on the American mentality and the societies involved.



Fairy Dust

So, when I think of the cloak of invisibility I think of how I want my music to be received. By that I mean, this enveloping span of fabric that covers you and blends you into the environment. You meld, you’re a fly on the wall. It’s awesome. But, what’s best is that you feel safe completely surrendering to that journey, to exploring the environment from this heightened advantage of access. I want it to be like hypnosis. Like a haze you breathe in and out. Like a blanket you fall into. Like the best sleep, ever. Like, Fairy Dust. So here you have it. Some fairy dust, for the lost souls. May it serve as a beacon to you, calling you out of your world and into Neverland. Where you never grow old or bitter and the only bad in the world is evil itself, and evil is well known and never confused for good. Where good fights their demons, together.


Where I will continue to post my music 😛

The Shannara Chronicles

Just a brief reaction I had which led me to an out of body learning experience.



So I’m watching the Shannara Chronicles…on my cell phone because my Wi-Fi is just not wit it… whatever, it’s irritating. Anyway, girl and dude are riding through the forest all boo-ed up on the horse and I’m like wow #single. It’s so hard out there for a romantic. Like, let me just say, it’s Austin Butler, okayyyyy. Like, It’s Sebastian from The Carrie Diaries. Admittedly, not as cute right now in this world, but I figure that’ll change once the plot thickens. So, please, I’m already high key interested in this show. Then he stops my entire world when his character points out what they’re passing in the forest. He says- I’m slightly paraphrasing but- “don’t you ever think about how the ancient humans were able to build such incredible things?” And I’m like whaaaa??? I had to pause it. Here I am thinking this is some alternate reality, you know? It doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with my reality beyond plotline relatability. Except stop, there are pieces of cars and wrecked helicopters covered in forest brush. Girl (I don’t know her name yet) is soo apathetic. Just, “don’t know, don’t care wtf, they’re dead, that whole civilization is done, since they’re the ones who could make that stuff and we can’t, why does it matter then? Moving on.” (Now that was hugely paraphrased.)


So, then, at this point, I’m truly blown because, is that not how ancient civilizations are looked at as a whole? I mean there are others, specialists, people who never stop going to school but,for whom, instead the research “goes down” out in the field watching nature react to the unknown to teach them about how the world works.; the scientists, the doctors, the psychologists, etc. Like, the pyramids, do you really understand how they were able to do that? Or toilets before plumbing?! I don’t, like I know the plumbing thing was linked somehow to the word aqueduct… and this could genuinely just be me, I could be lacking in the lust-for-all-knowledge department, I don’t think I am, but totally possible. Anyway, isn’t that crazy, a whole way of life, day-to-day survival and mundanity? They have an entirely different perception of boring; do they even know what shoes are? Do they hold the same vital necessity? These elves? Do they even understand that piece of metal on the ground was once in the air? Isn’t that crazy? I think that’s insane. I love that these thoughts come to me when I watch television. You can always find a new way to look at the world and it’s so exciting, you start to see everything from a different perspective. Supah fun. Hopefully in this world, I can look forward to the possibility of the other realm revealing itself to the humans so we can live in harmony.

Race and Music

What I Learned About Race Through Rap Feuds in 2015Azalea vs Azealia 750

Remember Azealia Banks? I had, admittedly, forgotten. She’d rubbed me in a similar manner as how Kanye West makes me react. Let me explain, while, I often disagree with Kanye’s tactics and like his whole presence, honestly, he has often spit pure truth on numerous occasions… like the VMAs. There is a huge struggle for minorities to be fully taken in as equals. The same way women, Black Lives Matter, and, the LGBT rights movements’ fight for equal representation and opportunity.

When Azealia Banks rolled up and blasted Iggy for not fully committing to her appropriated culture, Iggy was off the scene for a little bit but Azealia Banks was pushed in the media as the antagonist. She was portrayed as an angry black woman and a hater and when her album finally dropped, I didn’t even hear about it, I had to go and find it. It had to put in extra effort to be exposed to her music, meanwhile, people continue to talk about Iggy, she still has a media presence that doesn’t tag her name with the accusations Banks brought to attention, however, last time I heard about Azealia, it was about twitter and Eminem… the mention of her music was secondary and vague. Can we agree that that’s just, I mean, come on, that’s a little “sus.”

Sometimes, with movements like this, smaller communities of people are trying to force the heads of the larger communities to look back and notice how far behind we are, how unequal the quality of life seems to be for people. It’s very difficult, 2015 has been a series of excruciatingly frustrating denials of a problem generations of racially segregated societies have been facing. So yeah, sometimes we get loud. Sometimes the intensity doesn’t match the venue and so it’s overwhelming and off putting. However I offer a challenge, one I also give myself, not to let the discomfort in the volume of someone’s injustice make you turn the volume down on the issue. Instead, it should make you listen; it should prompt you to do what you can to end that pain.

Let me just say, I started listening to rap music when Nicki Minaj started rocking’ out with a fake British accent. I was like, okay, this girl does not care. She took into account all the tools she had picked up on her way and implemented them into her craft. She likes accents and voices; it helps her assume character, which helps her to tell the story of her song better. It was with Nicki that I understood that beautiful story telling nature of rap music. It’s complete freedom of expression. I wanted to be able to do that, but felt I couldn’t. Nicki was a female rapper changing the game, yes, but she still fit in. She was like a female perspective of the rap game.

Now, Iggy Azalea and Azealia Banks entered my life at around the same time, right when I was just starting to understand rap’s importance and appreciate where I fit into the hip-hop culture. It’s something I’m still learning about-and people should really take the time to understand it because it’s really beautiful. Hip-hop was born for a culture of people who were not being heard as equals. Not that much has changed as far as public perception, but the black community was being stifled, since their origin in America. Our talents were taken for granted while our music was stolen, and our contributions ignored. Hip-hop came along and it was loud, and expressive. It was angry and colorful… so colorful. What’s awesome about the hip-hop culture is that it’s all-inclusive. It’s political and social. It’s fashion and music and art. It’s history and a cry for a better tomorrow, a promise of not giving up the fight for equality and acknowledgement. The only requirement to be accepted in the hip-hop culture is accepting hip-hop’s validity.

As I was coming to these conclusions, I was listening to this girl (Iggy) who everybody thought had no business being in the rap business. Well, she made it her business. I always felt like if I tried to be a rapper, I would be laughed at because people would immediately recognize that I’m super lame. I couldn’t be aggressive (really doesn’t work) and my sexy face is not lit, it is very dim and makes people uncomfortable, including myself. But Iggy taught me that it doesn’t matter where you come from, or what you sound like, when you’re drawn to something roll with it until you find your footing. I truly appreciated that she was from Australia and this blonde white girl had found passion in rap music.

I think that appropriation is beautiful. It pretty much feels like society is telling people that they can’t look at a different culture, and if they do find it appealing well, just forget about it because they weren’t born into it. That’s bologna, not kosher. HOWEVER, I will say that because culture is so closely ingrained in certain communities, if you don’t understand the culture from which you’re sampling, you can’t just get up and pretend like you’re involved. If you’re going to be a part of the hip-hop culture and start influencing people to get there with you, you have to really be involved. Otherwise it’s plagiarism, you just copy and pasted someone’s passion and put your name on it. And now, the original owner of that swag has been overlooked.

Being in a position of cultural appropriation presents people with several options moving forward. It’s not just about learning about a culture, it’s about caring about that culture. For Iggy, rap is her career and it doesn’t seem like it’s much more than that, which is fine but for many others, rap is their entire struggle, their entire history and cries for change. Rap touches on the disappointments and hopes of a people that are constantly overlooked and prejudiced against in a society within which they have been fighting for acknowledgement beyond their skin color since they were forced from their native land. Hip-hop was born in battle. It’s a war cry and a victory song; it’s a freedom chant and a national anthem. It’s pride and acceptance and if you can’t grasp that, you have no business getting involved, and if you do get that, then you’ve already adopted that fight and we thank you. Privilege is not a bad thing if you utilize it in the name of progress. Your white privilege automatically makes your voice a little louder than ours and that is okay right now. Change isn’t immediate, but you can call it out so that maybe down the road, years from now, everyone’s voices will be the same volume.


The thing that is upsetting about Iggy isn’t even upsetting in a way that Iggy, herself, enrages me. It’s just reality. It’s hard to find representation of black women beyond the generalized stereotype that genuinely doesn’t go away, no matter how much of a boss she is: Fat ass, attitude, dope hair, and nothing but style and sex to contribute to society. Sex sells, even if what you’re selling is an entire group of people. The problem with Iggy being a rapper and using a southern accent to slip into her performance persona isn’t that she is white, however, it is because she’s not about the #BlackStruggle. She’s not advocating on behalf of black rights and progress towards our equal representation. There is no fight on behalf of white society that needs to shut down the airwaves to be heard. State law is white law; all protests are simply demands for the rights we, as a people, were denied in our artificial insemination as citizens of this country. I cannot speak on behalf of all black people, but to me, it’s like I’m still waiting for our official adoption papers to be signed, and until then, I’ll still feel like we’re the kids you took in to cop that check every month.

Music brings people, cultures and hearts together. It can easily be employed as a tool for cultural change. It’s up to this generation to start taking these strides by coming together and casting out the separation, but we can’t do that until we recognize it, until we all see it. You have to listen to some problems that aren’t your own. You have to look at some consequences of racism and intolerance that are hard to look at. Sometimes, even when you don’t like who’s talking, you just have to listen; listen to what everyone has to say, consider another perspective. Listen to people like Kanye, Azealia, Nicki, and Miley. That even goes for Donald Trump, but, and I beg of you, don’t get out of hand on that slippery slope to Hell.


Summer Trends in the Fall

Summer Trends in the Fall


Leon Harper boho chic top
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River Island top
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River Island high-waisted shorts
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Beatle boots
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ASOS flat sandals
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Tod s brown shopping bag

Alexander McQueen skull bracelet

H M chain necklace
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Forever 21 sun hat

H M hat
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Rock Out to Taylor Swift in Keds 2

Rock Out to Taylor Swift in Keds 2


Mid calf skirt
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Keds lacy shoes

Alfani jewelry

Silver bird earrings
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