sunworship.pulse.heart intelligence.deeds beyond our own lush poetry.deeds beyond our ugly bluff.true animals.brave lovers.snatcher-backs of space,voice and volition.mothering fathers.survivors.silent heroes.pre-industry whirlers of sound.beyond mere idolatry,i feel a closeness to and love for:diamanda galas.colette magny.howlin wolf.vladimir visotsky.
nina simone.albert ayler.victor jara.dorival caymmi.caetano veloso.eugene mc daniels.
marshall allen.the countless heroes of nigerian apalla, highlife ,fuji,juju and psychedelia .children's utterances.palmwine tappers.cow herders.juju practitioners.the daily remains of
human sacrifice rituals.machetespeak.lagos under realities.danfo conductors.oshodi market.obalende bus-stop.agboros.okada boys.bulgarian foklore.balkan melodrama.
turbo folk.nollywood movie trailers.traitors.mega sellouts.shamgods.hummerthrone hoes.kunu.gwete.kavarma popara.amala and ewedu.his ass.my peppered goat.
our tangle.his armpits.new planets.moist magic.ajegunle youth.
roma weddings.kinshasa.the battered,tireless people.the still endless congolese genocide.fearless dancers.vanished civilisations.livingwater.old trees.
sticks.stones.bones.mountain songs.the caves of riyom.death deities.my mighty womb.
and all that has left its print on my soul through the countless lifetimes and physical
vessels i have inhabited.
...I was born an unlikely accident in history.And grew between the cultures of Nigeria,Bulgaria and Russian occupied Siberia to thus far find myself in Brooklyn from where I will soon take off for a renewed transience.My collaborations have included an array of people - from rural palm wine tappers, potmenders and goat herders to several great hearts of the cities and sweet-stepping charmers touched by the fickle finger of fame.I continue to look out to where seekers and whirlers converge to form soulclusters and true languages,spiritual vernaculars streaming from our hearts and vocal chords - the reproductive organs of the future.
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I have alaways been inspired by who you are, my friend. Pure love, pure light, pure friends-I am grateful for you. missing you and wishing you all the best- Angelxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Dear Kaneng Lolang, thank you for "Gutspeak" espacially. You're not merely a singer, but a vocalist, "i mean, an artist who sings" (as would have said Eugene S. Robinson !)
A Happy New Year! Thanks for coming and enjoying the other night. I love your music! It's so real. Soulful. Makes me stop doing everything else. See U soon.
Miss Kaneng, It simply has been too long since I've seen you. I miss your spirited yet gentle ways. We're gonna have a small slumber party when I get back after the 19th, please do come. ---smooch---
