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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Asiatic Black Brothers and Sisters!

On Sunday night, I heard “My Romance” on the radio. Now, I have heard this song for many years. It was used in a television commercial many years ago and I always remembered it. But for some reason, I don’t know why, it seemed remarkably noticeable this time. It just really had that je ne se qua. It made me feel “some kinda way” for some reason.

That sounds like a song. “This time, for some reason”

I thought to myself. “This sounds like the type of song Wynton Marsalis would play.” I made a notation to listen to it next time I got online. As time passed and the more I thought about it, there was no doubt in my mind that I would find a recording of him playing that song. Although I had never heard of him recording it. I just knew.

So, I went to the ‘brary and got online, but forgot to listen to the song!

I recalled the song later in the evening as I was watching the Sunset. You have probably gathered, if you have ever read this blog, that I am a Romantic, so I am extremely sensitive to things like Sunrises and Sunsets, rainbows, flowers, butterflies, hummingbirds, sparrows, mockingbirds and their beautiful melodies, clouds, moons and stars and beautifully moving love songs.

So this particular evening the Sunset was extraordinarily breathtaking and I was really in need of hearing “MY ROMANCE” performed by Wynton Marsalis.

In the movie “Boomerang,” Halle Berry told Eddie Murphy, when they were on their way to New Orleans that it is a “romantic” city. And I bear witness.

When I first arrived, I would often be moved to tears, suddenly perceiving something, usually in the Heavens, as if I was attending some unknown couple’s nuptials.

I can always tell when I have officially arrived in The South by looking at the sky. It is inexplicably different from anywhere else in the country. Just grander.

So, as I bid adieu to our Sun, with that song playing in my heart, I turned around preparing to arise and leave and guess who was right behind me, shining as brightly and as beautifully the Sun?

THE MOON!!!

It was bedecked with stratus clouds; full and amazing! And, I was So Shakur (grateful) to be a witness to all of her magnificence.

So by now, I hate to say I was “fiending” for this song because I know how serious addiction is.

But sometimes I really feel like I am addicted to music. I exhibit the same characteristics. I start scratching and fidgeting, like I need a “fix.”

It is terrible because, like any habit, you have to go out and find your drug, otherwise it will drive you to the point of distraction.

So, off I went.

In search of WiFi.

So I find the song (told you 😎) and pressed play.

It was, not surprisingly, on the album of standards where he is accompanied by his father on piano.

So, I’m thinking his father’s intro is unusually long, and check the time. Halfway in. But W. communicates with me telepathically. He assured me the song is not that long, like many songs written back in the day.

So, I’m like, “Okay, cool,” and keep listening. Still no Wynton. I’m like wtf? And check the time. There’s like thirty seconds left and I’m about ready to cut somebody.

This Nigga put the song I had been dying to hear him play, on his album, but didn’t play on it!!!

Now, deep down I completely understood, but at the time, I was a junkie in need of a fix and I was not trying to hear any excuses.

I was frantic now.

Scouring the Internet for maybe some amateur recording at one of his shows; Some obscure website that isn’t authorized to share it; Maybe a family birthday party or something. ANYTHING!

As I was searching the Internet, I noticed his name kept popping up, regarding some comments he had recently made decrying hip-hop, that had the whole mediaworld in an uproar.

Unsurprisingly, everybody had written articles or made commentary opinion videos saying something about what he had said, but nobody had any footage of HIM saying it.

But, as a journalist myself, I have to have a first-person, uncut, pure account of the facts before I can form an opinion.

So, I found out, he had recently been interviewed by someone affiliated with The Washington Post, on his podcast, “Cape Off” (a play on his name which I cannot recall at the moment). But I would like to know the meaning behind that title.

So, after hearing his voice, I assumed he was a devil. But the avatar on his logo is a Brother. So, idk. And, I couldn’t really tell from the interview itself.

But judging by the description of the podcast, which focuses on race issues, I will have to go with Black.

I vaguely recall W being outspoken against rap when I first heard of him in high school (1985-1988).

Apparently, he is even more outspoken now that his warnings were not attended to and consequently, music has been beaten up.

The reason for the calumny was his remark that rap is worse than the Confederate statues that he was instrumental in removing from his native New Orleans.

I agree one hundred per cent. Most people don’t know anything about those statues.

But people all over the world know who Weezy is.

His point, that everybody overlooked, simply because rap is such a big money-maker, is THAT rap is such a big money-maker, so let’s fix THAT.

It is a bigger problem (worse than the statues) because the negative impact rap has affects millions more Black People than a statue – only seen by the limited number of people who live here (New Orleans) or who can afford to visit.

But you know how the entertainment industry is. You touch their ability to eat, they steal your food.

So, I’ve heard he amended his statement. In Sha Allah, I’ll G that and get back. He posted a long tweet.

Incidentally, W. has been in the entertainment industry a long time and one of the focal points of this interview is that entertainers are trying to sell a product. The current term is “branding.” So, don’t think it is a coincidence that he has a new album dropping in a few weeks weeks. All this “controversy,” whether cleverly orchestrated or not, was certainly seasonal and has since generated a substantial buzz. Nice work, W. Salute.

So, I had to restart the podcast umpteen times before I was finally able to finish it. That just lets me know how important it is. Anytime the computer gods (and they are devils because electricity uses magnets and steel) try to hinder you, use your God power and accomplish your goal anyway.

So, after the second time, I went on ahead and posted it on Facebook on the strength of trying to one-up the computer gods. So, I’ll post it here.

I posted a glowing approbation of his standpoint. His knowledge of and immersion into music is unheard of. He brought me to tears when he got to the part about how Hip-Hop is so detrimental to the SOUL of music because it has ELIMINATED THE MOST ESSENTIAL PART – THE DRUMMER. The heart of the music has been replaced by a machine. (That is the devil caucasian again [steel and magnets]). The bassist has been replaced by a looped bassline, again, generated by a machine.

The drummer, he goes on to say, and the bassist are crucial to the creative process because they are the foundation (“the bottom”) that the rest of the song is built upon.

Without the spontaneity provided by a good drummer and bassist, it is more difficult for the other musicians to create much less, improvise.

As soon as I returned to the podcast to finish it, here he comes with some old typical Southern negro coon shit. Right before he started talking about the music. 😒 Figures.

Rock stars and celebrities, I don’t care how fabulous their lifestyles may appear, are just high priced SLAVES.

They are not happy. No slave can be happy until he or she is FREE.

The Jews who own them (the production, publishing, marketing, distribution and broadcast company owners) are happy though. Because all they do is get up and go to the bank and count all the money that their SLAVES are working hard to make for them to spend and take their family shopping while the slaves’ family can’t even afford a ticket to their own sister’s show.

The devil used to have segregation laws to keep us out. Now they just raise the price.

So, the name of Wynton Marsalis’ new album is “The Ever Fonky Lowdown.”

He explains the idea behind it on the podcast.

But it is contradictory.

(I will go ahead and give you my exegesis, but it would be best to get a first person account from the originator.)

So, here is a society of people living happily and successfully.

Then these new people show up. (Who dat?)

They are different and suspect and numerous.

So they kill them. Convince them that they deserve to be killed and make them desire to be like them but never allow them the opportunity.

The problem with Wynton’s scenario is fallacious from the beginning. It seems our Brother believes that the whiteman was the first man.

Or worse, he believes we came to the western hemisphere willingly.

In any case, the chase for slaves is what is known as “THE GAME.”

It is Secret Science/Illuminati/Mystery School/Masonic rhetoric and all that Jazz.

I know because it’s really CHRISTIANITY – THE DEVIL’S RELIGION.

But on a higher level than the people sitting in the pews, who don’t know that the man (slave) behind the pulpit is really a Muslim son (Mason) at work and trying to get paid at your expense.

Yes Dear, Pastor is a Muslim preaching to you Christianity so he can use you as a tool to buy a mansion, a G-8, a helicopter, a yacht, a Phantom and whatever else his bloodsucking heart desires.

They call it a game.

I’m sure you’ve heard of the rapper who goes by that name.

Playing with people’s lives, minds and emotions is a game to them.

When you start to have inklings into this world, they say you’re 51/50 – one per cent too much into their world – so they medicate you, hospitalize you, label you, diagnose you as a person with a mental disorder, and stigmatize you to prevent you from progressing any further into their Secret Society.

But it’s all a game to them. The Christian devils, who have to study thirty-five to fifty years before they can wear your flag turn around and CHARGE you to wear it.

All you Masons, fraternities, sororities, Zulus and other S&PCs, police and service people, judges, politicians and ENTERTAINERS. You can get out the game (I know and YOU know you want to) but you have to be brave enough to go ALONE to free yourself and escape the Plantation.

First, stop playing both sides of the fence.

You can’t be a Christian AND a Muslim.

The Jesus said, you can’t serve two Masters.

That’s some old Jewish lie to make you think you can’t lose.

Because they are not Christians. But they are not Muslims either. So they are going to lose and take you with them.

So yeah, W. The game is DEFINITELY LOWDOWN.

But it is only GREED that is keeping you in it. Lay down your burdens. Let Go and Let Allah FREE you.

My Big Brother, Akhi, told me MUSLIMS don’t play that game.

There is nothing in it but SLAVERY, SUFFERING AND FINALLY DEATH.

Wynton admits he’s just trying to be heard. That’s how they get you. Everybody wants SOMETHING!

Just like the devil took Prophet Isa (Jesus) up on that mountain and offered him the world, the devil is doing the same thing today to you and me.

Our Holy QUR’AN teaches us that they will not cease until they have succeeded in turning us back to their dirty religion.

For many of the slaves, this is their only job. Kill the righteous. Tempt the righteous or we will kill you. And it is always the people closest to you. This is why you have to go alone.

In ISLAM, defending yourself against these incessant, futile attempts to turn you back into a Christian slave is called JIHAD.

Most people want money. But sometimes people already have money. So it’s love or sex, fame or drugs and that’s pretty much it.

Eliminate all WANTS and they can’t touch you.

Islam is The Religion Of Peace talked about so much in the Bible.

When the Jesus greeted his disciples after he “returned from the dead,” he said “Peace Be Upon You” (John 20:26) or “As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum” – The Universal Greeting of the Righteous.

But the last thing your slavemaster wants for you is PEACE. Because the only way for you to enjoy Peace would be for you to leave him and his slavemaking religion and enjoy FREEDOM. So he offers you money, prestige, sex, drugs and whatnot to keep you his slave.

But after you get what you’ve always wanted, you find out that what you really wanted was PEACE.

So, GIVE THE DEVIL BACK HIS RELIGION and accept your own (ISLAM-THE RELIGION OF PEACE) and be yourself (A RIGHTEOUS MUSLIM)!

You can hear the premier of the Fonky Lowdown LIVE on http://jazz.org/live June 7 at 7 pm.

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Now back to “My Romance…”

Unsuccess had borne desperation. So now I’m just trying to hear the song. Forget about W.

After a minor search, Ell seemed to be the favorite. So I listen. The intro was nice, but she came in like a four-year-old and I knew that wasn’t it.

So, I tried the next best – Sassy. And, she was just as bad.

I realized I needed to hear A MAN sing it.

But the computer gods knew better than to suggest Francis.

I have learned when things start to look hopeless, to just STOP.

Take a break.

Get a grip.

Pause.

So I went on Facebook for a while.

When I could not contain the urge any longer, I resumed my search and guess who I found???

JUNEBUG!!!

All I know about Junebug is that he used to be on telethons (LOL member those? I guess since now All television is viewer-sponsored, telethons are unnecessary 😒) and Tommy Davidson’s impersonations on In Living Colour. I also saw a recording of him dueting with the Queen, which he had personally requested and then did not want to submit to her musical superiority!

Men. And finally, and probably most poignantly, he was the only Black member of The Rat Pack. (Why anyone would want to be a member of a pack of RATS is beyond my comprehension. But that could explain why he was the only Black member.)

So anyway, it was diluted, but I FINALLY got my fix.

And then I was in a better condition to empathize with Marsalis.

I knew immediately after I finished listening to it why he didn’t play on that song, but included it on his album.

For the same reason I can’t sing “No One In The World” by Anita. Or even LISTEN to “Do You Remember Me?” by Jilly.

Too emotional. That’s what it boils down to. Dregs of living and loving. Good musicians (and this is one of the reasons why I want Hakim to play music instead of sports [never mind the spiritual opposition]) express themselves through music.

But sometimes the music expresses itself through you and you can’t play it because it takes over.

So I’m not angry anymore, W. I understand and pray Allah, one day you will be able to play it because I sure would like to hear you.

❤ ❤ ❤