Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Shamon lives on


The pic above is from the dedication wall that runs about a quarter of a block on 125th St. next to the Apollo. It was taken on Saturday, June 27, 2 days after Mr. Jackson passed but was already covered in sharpie memorial RIP messages, and 2 plastic covers and brown paper so more people could write their goodbyes. I wrote a message for my best friend and sister, and her 5 year-old daughter (my godbaby who i LOVE with all my heart!). My best friend and I met in college and we have been "shamon" to each other probably since then. I didn't realize how much it was a part of our vernacular until I was visiting them in May. We were getting ready to leave out of the house, my friend was in the car and little miss (my godbaby) says "Shamon, Ti-Ti!" I couldn't stop laughing! Shamon lives on :)

Fast forward to June 25, and MJ transitioned. I called my girl to talk about it, and I told her how happy I was that her baby would know who Michael Jackson was, even though she wasn't around during his hey day.

Fast forward to a slightly muggy slightly cool August night, I'm walking with one of my oldest friends (I'm talking elementary school) on 116th and 3rd. In front of us, this little Latino/indigenous boy about 3 years old, was dancing on the sidewalk. Upon closer inspection, he had on this tank top, shorts lil' hightops and sweatband; and was clearly doing classic MJ moves. This little dude was grabbing and thrusting his crotch while pointing the other arm out, spinning, moonwalking, all around jammin' out. It was like he was on repeat, he kept going over and over for minutes! We were so tickled! I had to stop and watch him for a bit, he was so serious with his. Even funnier, a group of 3 young girls that must know him from the block (ages 6, 7 and 10?) saw us watching, walked by and were making faces like "oh, he's at it again" and were cracking up. This little boy was so dope. Shamon lives on.

I think Michael is happy to see his legacy carried on in the children. He was openly dedicated to young people and creating peace through his music, art and influence. Children now still react to him the way we did, he's timeless.

Vh1 Classic played the below video/film on rotation the weekend he transitioned; I must have watched it at least 10 times in those 48 hours. Before his passing, I only remembered the 5 music video version from when I was a kid. But alas, there is much entertainment, comedy and drama jam packed into this 16 minutes. Amidst all that with, he maintains a serious message of peace, understanding and brotherhood. Who knew? :)

Happy birthday, MJ. I couldn't get out there and dance for you today, but I had a private party in your honor. I never realized how much you shaped my childhood and my world as a dancer and music lover until you passed. My dad and I used to watch music videos all throughout my childhood. I remember cracking up at "Shamon" and "Chickood," your ad libs from "The Way You Make Me Feel." And from then on "shamon" became a part of my vocabulary. It lives on. The legacy continues.

Watching all those videos again reminded me of your excellence at your art. I'm inspired by your work to give 200% in anything I do, especially creatively. Anything is possible. You gave it all for us and a better world, and we'll love you for it forever. Thanks for inspiring generations to come.




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Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Dreams Come True


(peep how the family is all color-coordinated!)

YES WE DID!!! A cynic like me is proud of the USA! I'm so happy and I burst out crying with my co-workers here in Guatemala. I know some of them think I'm crazy but this is history and an achievement that means so much to my generation, my mom's generation, my grandma's generation, and my goddaughters (both of them-one is 5 and one is 18) generations. And don't forget the hip-hop generation too! I saw so many pictures of our elders voting...many traveling for miles and waiting for hours to cast their vote for the first Black (and biracial might I add...big up, Swirls represent!!!) president. It literally brought tears to my eyes all day long. I'm such a hard ass too...I hate crying but tears of joy are kinda becoming :)

I'm a little sad to have missed the celebrations in NYC and especially in my neighborhood, Harlem, but I know that the work I'm doing here in preparation for work that can be done in this new administration. I'm working on sexual and reproductive health rights for women, and while I'm here specifically on an international campaign against violence against women. Bush never gave a shit about the people, especially health, women, sexual and reproductive rights, education...do I need to elaborate? I'm not because we all lived this nightmare of 8 long ass years that never seemed to end.

It's a new day...an inspiration to all of us. This is proof that dreams do come true, especially when you work hard, focus, push, believe and hope. I am happy to be a part of this historical achievement, and I know that it is something that our children and grandchildren will be learning about and asking about. The tide has turned and it's a time to celebrate but to also be realistic and maintain this momentum and support once the real work begins. But right now, fuck the pundits and all the jibber jabber...raise a glass, light one up, do whatever makes you feel good and celebrate this victory. It is ours and the people have spoken!!!

Stupid youtube and Universal won't let me embed this video, but this is all I can hear in my head: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vqn5f2ISnvo

Oh and my girl repped Mt. Vernon on New York's CBS News, click the title...I know you don't want no internet stardom, but I see you, goddess! ;-)

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