the whole world reminds me of music,
and music reminds me that I’m free.
— Aloe Blacc
the whole world reminds me of music,
Now it’s Jazz.
The place is roaring — up and down the stairs they come. the bartenders and the regular band of Jack, and the heavenly drummer who looks up in the sky with brown eyes; with the beard. He’s wailing beer caps and bottles, and jamming at the cash register… and everything is going to the beat.
It’s the Beat Generation.
it’s “beàt” .
it’s the beat-to-keep.
it’s the beat-of-the-heart.
it’s being beat and down in the world,
and like old-time low-down.
and like in ancient civilizations—
the slave boatmen rowing galleys … to a beat.
and servants spinning pottery… to a beat.
Jazz is a white term to define Black people. My music is Black classical music.
— Nina Simone
perfectly imperfect .
naked .
in the mirror .
in admiration .
flaws and all .
i love being woman .
