As I continue to grow, I make connections more clearly. Music is more than beats and bodies moving, more than race and ethnicity, more than me. Music is inside of me. My job is to get inside of it. Because I need to get inside of myself.
Music is about Africa and struggle here across the Atlantic.
My identity began to form long before my confusion. Music was about people that I did not know. I heard people talking like me, about things that I had done, and about the world, often cold, that I knew. Music was about spirit, this thing that I felt in music but could not describe. Those ladies in church that moved to music were not so frightening after all.