k. diable

Remember, many are still fighting for Equality to this day. Keep it pressing forward. We have a ways to go. 

Once upon this planet Earth,
Lived a man of humble birth,
Preaching love and freedom
For his fellow man.

He was dreaming of the day
Peace would come to Earth to stay,
And he spread this message 
All across the land.

“Turn the other cheek,” he’d plead.
“Love thy neighbor,” was his creed.
Pain, humiliation, death he did not dread.
With his bible at his side,
From his foes he did not hide.
It’s hard to think that this great man is dead.

Will the murders never cease?
Are they men or are they beasts?
What do they ever hope to gain?
Will my country stand or fall?
Is it too late for us all?
And did Martin Luther King just die in vain?

But he had seen the mountaintop,
And he knew he could not stop,
Always living with the threat of death ahead.
Folks you’d better stop and think,
Everybody knows we’re on the brink.
What will happen, now that he is dead?

He was for equality,
For all people, you and me,
Full of love and goodwill,
Hate was not his way.
He was not a violent man,
Tell me folks if you can?
Just why, why was he shot down the other day?

But he had seen the mountaintop,
And he knew he could not stop.
Always living with the threat of death ahead.
Folks you’d better stop and think, and feel again
Cause we headed for the brink,
What will happen, now that the King of love is dead?

This is the tune that fell me in love with Snooks.  Turn this one up loud and turn everything else off. Sit with it.

If this don’t gettcha I don’t know what will. Little Willie John, “I’m Shakin!”

A little digital merriment from Dolly. xx

Daily Inspiration: Fat’s rendition of “I Don’t Want To Set the World on Fire.” GREAT tune.

Dumaine st. Happy Halloween… From New Orleans with love. Xx

It’s a Calypso kind of afternoon. Lovely.

When I’m older, instead of doing the proverbial “standards” record like all career artists at some point do……I hope to fall off the map for a year or so to return with: a tan, rum on my breath, a jollier disposition and my very own calypso record.  I’ll even get a calypso name … “Roaring Diable” “Lord K” “Mighty KD” etc. Gives me something to look forward to in old age.

xx

It’s been almost a month since we moved into our new place. Amidst all the boxes, junk, treasures and toil…. couldn’t find the record player to save a life. After an arduous evening of concerted unpacking, it was finally unearthed, along with all the records. Somehow being able to play records again makes this place feel more a home than anything else (sofa, refigerator, dishware). Spinning Bill Broozy’s “Last Sessions” and this place is finally starting to feel like home. Thanks Billy.