“So some songs became far more Top 40 friendly, but infinitely cheaper.
On my second album, I had sung about my mother’s having to leave my cousin behind in Somalia’s war — “How bitter when she had to choose who to take with her…” Now I was left, in “Is Anybody Out There?” — a very American song about the evils of drugs — with only “His name was Adam, when his mom had ’im.”
The first felt to me like a soul with a paintbrush; the other a body with no soul at all.
SO I had not made my Marley or my Dylan, or even my K’naan; I had made an album in which a few genuine songs are all but drowned out by the loud siren of ambition. Fatima had become Mary, and Mohamed, Adam.
I now suspect that packaging me as an idolized star to the pop market in America cannot work; while one can dumb down his lyrics, what one cannot do without being found out is hide his historical baggage. His sense of self. His walk. I imagine the 15-year-old girls can understand that. If not intellectually, perhaps spiritually.
I come with all the baggage of Somalia — of my grandfather’s poetry, of pounding rhythms, of the war, of being an immigrant, of being an artist, of needing to explain a few things. Even in the friendliest of melodies, something in my voice stirs up a well of history — of dark history, of loss’s victory.”
you know those people who smile like the world is all theirs? These are the ones I can’t help but love.
I like happy people. and I’ve only really met two in the last three years that I’d classify this way. These people I just watch and watch and watch, because everything they do intrigues me. Confidence without arrogance is a rare and beautiful thing.
My heart has ADD.
random A.B. quote
“It seemed obvious to Bebe that she needed to remedy the situation, curb her spending. So she put away the bill and logged on to Amazon.com to look for a book on the subject. She did a search and found ShoppingStoppers: The Breakthrough Best-seller that Can Help You Curb Your Compulsive Shopping. She clicked on it. The book jacket appeared on her screen. Beneath the book jacket, the text said, ‘Customers who bought this book also bought…’ and then listed seven other titles. So Bebe purchased them all, along with a book about investing in Chinese artifacts. She logged off feeling tremendous relief.”
-Augusten Burroughs – Sellevision
In other news I’ve been listening to Taking Back to Sunday all day, (their 2002 album, Tell All Your Friends) and it just takes me back to my junior high days like nothin’ else. the first band I ever really loved.