Bass clef

November 12, 2009 // Posted in Uncategorized  

“The only thing that speaks on stage is courage!”

I dilly dallied on this too long. NO edits, etc…
I once thought deep breathing exercise were foolish and a waste of breathe. I don’t any more. I never realized how I taught my body to breathe incorrectly. When the restless brain chatter is calmed and the body relaxed, memories long since forgotten and comes vividly to life Two incidents comes to mind that leaves me no choice but to accept the fact that I’m loud and intense. To all my friends, co-worker, shocked onlookers who weathered through my expressiveness. I wanna to thank you for patience and understanding

For some odd reason, my physiology class wander on to the topic of sound. Immediately, I was overcome with boredom and casually wandered off into the conversation in the backroom. Somehow I got singled out by the teacher and confronted with “what happens when sound is unorganized, Wayne?” A snorty “noise” echoed the room. “Exactly, now be quiet!” Touche. But I was still right. It would have drawn more laughs from the room but we were still reeling from the excitement from days before. Our resident Duran, Duran groupie and whatshisname were in a heated discussion in the front of class that resulted in a power across his face. I was stunned, the class was stunned, the teacher was stunned! He didn’t roll with it and adsorbed the full brunt. He stood there for seemed an eternity and didn’t move. One whiff of a tear, flinch in pain, utterance from his mouth would have spelled wimp. He was humiliated. My humiliation happened when I was denied access to the school library one morning. I was in full Wayne mood and she could sense (hear) me coming. A defiant “not today, Wayne!” Laughter surrounded us as we engaged in a spirited banter. I gallantly defended my right to an education and she constructively suggested I should explore effective time management skills and use the library for what its for and not as my social den. Days later we reached an agreement. I eventually graduated but, she didn’t have to get all Mrs. Wallace on me. I wasn’t trying to gain access to the Foster Auditorium. Already been done.

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This snippet was done on 9/17/09. It’s gonna be a gospel tune when finally done and rightfully so. Gospel was the first genre I ever heard live, that I remember. My father’s mother would haul us to this Southern Baptist Church in North Oakland. I didn’t do A.M.E. When the choir was on, it was on. Something about the sound of a Hammond organ or church organ would elicit such wonderment and excitement from me. There were plenty of Sundays where I endured the wrath of pinches and lip curled snarl from granny. She deemed my finger popping, non-holy spirit dancing and sometimes secular embellishments inappropriate.
The urgency to get this out was a shocker. I couldn’t wait to get off of work. The buzz was in head since I woke up. I literally had to calm my mind down from the inspiraition of arrangements flooding my head. I missed the chorus and started the second verse came across jarring and left outSirens started up towards the end from outside. At first was I pissed, but it later changed to mood that of hope and not despair. Now when I hear sirens, I think back to this snippet.

B.C.

O’light of Grace 9 17 09 (Trimmed)

…Leaving bread crumbs for the masses

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