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Top 10 (In no particular order)

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Here are the top ten albums currently bumping through my speakers.

Peace!

-paris

1. Gregory Porter Liquid Spirit

2. Lupe Fiasco Tetsuo & Youth

3. Robert Glasper Black Radio 2

4. J. Cole 2014 Forest Hills

5. Luther Vandross The Essential

6. Logic Under Pressure

7. D’Angelo Black Messiah

8. Kendrick Lamar good kid m.A.A.d city

9. Flying Lotus Until the Quiet Comes

10. Esperanza Spalding Radio Music Society

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Everything Must Change

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The jazz community kind of kills the alive to praise the dead. You look in any jazz magazine, 90% of it is old people, reissues or people who are gone already. The other 10% are new people, when it should be the opposite way. [In] jazz we’re so stuck on the old days, then we get mad when there’s no new audience. Well, why do you think there’s no new audience? You’re still playing [stuff] from 1965, that’s why. If Miles was here, trust me, Miles would’ve already recorded with Usher and Rihanna. My whole campaign is being honest. What are you really like? What influenced you? Who are you? When you do that, and that’s what comes out, that’s jazz from your eyes. I think it’s a good thing because jazz has been stagnant for too long. At least in hip-hop stuff always happens, so you want to see the news… Even if it’s bad. Jazz, nothing ever happens. It’s literally like being at an old-folks home on bingo night, you know? I prefer to be at a party where a fight might break out. [Robert Glasper]

Robert Glasper articulates precisely. When Erykah Badu (music legend) was asked in an interview,”What is one truth that you know for sure?” She replied,”Everything must change.” This is the backbone of what Glasper is saying. Get it Robert! 

paris

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Me and My Dad

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My father and I have not always been close. Growing up, he was my father, that was it. He patted me on the head on his way out the door to work and let me sit on his knee when he got home but as far as connecting in a deeper way that didn’t happen till much later in my life. Like almost every American family my father was almost always the one carrying the weight of “bringing home the bacon.” Unfortunately this meant that having time to get to know me was scant. I never knew what I was missing out until life hit me with a ton of bricks; my parents divorced.

Never did I dream that this dreadful event would bring anything good with it. But, I lucked out. My junior year my dad took over the responsibility of carting me to and from work and school.

As we began to talk in the car we also began spending time outside of the car in coffee shops and our favorite place; Just Ripe. We pinterested together, we talked through the divorce, we shared music…basically everything you would do with your best friend but never with your father.

My dad became my friend. My confidant. I remember and still receive little messages throughout my day from my dad that just say simple little things like “I love you” or his favorite “(you)” which he says means that he’s giving me a text hug.

There is not a thing in the world that I cannot tell him. We have formed a unique relationship that I will always hold close to my heart. He is my love. He is my challenger.

Sometimes I wonder if I will ever find a boyfriend because in order for me to have any interest in them I find myself rating them in comparison with my father…Do they like jazz? If so, who?  If they say “John Coltrane” It’s an automatic red flag because its like a politician saying the bible is their favorite book. Really?  Have you not ever heard of Gerald Clayton, Robert Glasper, Esperanza Spalding?  Please!  Jazz is about now, not yesterday.

So there.  I know what you’re thinking.  Daddy’s girl!  Sure, why not.  But just as much daughter’s dad!

paris

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