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Gil Scott Heron – Home Is Where The Hatred Is

What is it about funk music that gets me going? Is it the mixture of soul and R&B? Smooth vocals? Or could it possibly be the long train runnin’ kind of musical beat? I’ve always associated the sounds of funk with the movement of trains; the sounds keep chugging along down the track. They don’t glide, but the way is smooth and the destination is unknown; either way, though, the trip is always feel good. I’m taking the train home today for the first time since March. 8 hours of sitting on an Amtrak train making its way north-west. I’m going home to a house my family moved to after I graduated high school. It’s not my home home, but it’s my family and therefore it’s home.

I woke up this morning, looked at my packed weekender bag and carry-on, and suddenly felt the need to turn this track on. There’s something in Heron’s voice that reminds me of the town I grew up in. Hindsight has taught me that the central New York college town is actually one of the best places to grow up in. I remember, however, itching to get out of there as soon as I could. On Friday nights I’d occasionally make it down to the university campus and see some shows at this underground cafe/art space called Funk n’ Waffles. The space was filled with new art, muted earthy wall colors with pops of orange, and a nice DIY stage covered in blankets and tapestries. They made a mean latte, served delicious waffles and carried one of my favorite teas called Purple Haze (a lavender tea y’all should try). Friday nights, the owner would bring in relatively unknown acts that ended up being incredible artists. A lot of my music pallet was formed here. When there wasn’t a show going on, funk music would be playing and the youth would hang out. Heron was a constant on their sound system and hearing him this morning has brought me back to a place I now consider my home.

Gil Scott Heron – Home Is Where The Hatred Is

 

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Justrock feat. Cheevy – Airplane (Sohight Remix)

Is it wrong to like a song because it’s just so damn good? I’ve been listening to this song over and over and over again trying to find some deeper meaning, but the music keeps lifting me up and taking me away from this attempt. I listened to this track ten times last night, maybe eight the day before, and now I’ve had it playing through my morning coffee-brewin’ ritual. As I sit in my lofted living room, the sun is finally peeking its head above the East Village rooftops and coming into the space. This track feels oddly appropriate for this Thursday morning. It’s not heavy listening and its effect on the mind is mimicking the effect of the coffee I’m drinking. I’m awake with this song and if that’s the intent of the track, then that’s a-okay.

I feel grateful for my time spent on planes. Airplanes and air travel are one of the most exciting things in todays world. With all the security baggage aside, the very principal of flying is what makes it so enticing. You’re flying way above houses, streets, cities, and farms. You’re defying gravity and moving at speeds unimaginable. I only ever realize how fast I’m moving in a plane when we pass another plane during the flight. Cheevy and Justrock have taken that experience of flight and turned it into sound. The song starts on the runway and starts to build up speed as the drum boom-booms on and the synths crescendo into take off. Joy is the only word I can attribute to the feeling I get when I hear the drop here. This is the energizing part. Each drop is different here: some are just the melody and others have Cheevy’s soaring over the production. The drop dies down and we’re coasting for a bit. The middle of the song slows down into a brief dub-breakdown adding a little turbulence that’s completely necessary to allegory these two musicians have made. As we leave the wobble we’re being brought back up to speed and drive straight into the chorus again, this time coasting through the air.

At one point in the song Cheevy repeats the word “freedom” – it becomes almost like a battle-cry. He’s more yelling it than speaking it. It’s an appropriate nod to the heart of air travel and the paradigms flight was build on. For what it’s worth -and I may be going out on a limb here – this song is freedom personified. I think that’s why I keep listening to this track. It’s motivational without being cheesy and Oprah-y. Justrock and Cheevy have created an honest escape route for us to access with the click or tap of the play button. You can now take off anytime, anywhere without the hassal of checking our bags at the gate. The only thing to check is your attitude; leave it behind because this track will not take off with added baggage. You can collect all that in four and a half minutes at touch down…that is if you ever decide to land.

Happy Friday.

Justrock feat. Cheevy – Airplane (Sohight Remix)