Buttafly is blogging about Music As Beauty..an excerpt from T. Semakula's upcoming book titled..The Food Stamp Bandit
There is still trash in the hood. Some folk argue that the barrage of empty soda two liter bottles, old dollar store advertisements, pissed out diapers, wind worn plastic bags, and abandoned fast food to-go boxes has stepped up over the years. Some hoods have become like encased urban islands, bordered by poverty, red lines, and wore out housing.
These hoods are passed, swiftly, by suburban, non-city folk, who swear that there’s no beauty worth stopping for. Yet, there are times when you can hear the thump of a base speaker that was placed in the trunk of an old Impala, or you can hear the melodies of Mary J. Blige, flowing from a half open second floor window.
You can still hear the music. The volume is turned up, and it’s drowning out the things that we don’t want to hear, and covers up the things that we don’t want to see. Go ahead, turn the music up louder; it’s beautiful.