Snow in Austin, Winter in America – Still

A year and two weeks ago, I wrote Snow in Austin, Winter in America, based on a powerful song by Gil Scott-Heron. I think that post is some of my best work, not necessarily prize-winning, but in trying to capture a mood. (You should go read it now. I’ll wait.) The street poet, progenitor of rap, musician, and author was a voice of conscience regarding the state of Black people in America, among other things. He could also lay down some serious grooves to go with his strong words; Winter in America is in a minor key and has a great blues flute solo. I wrote that post right before coronavirus began its whirlwind tour of the US — just before it went viral. (Ha!) It was a few months before the modern-day lynching of George Floyd on May 25, 2020. (Not ha.) Scott-Heron died on May 27, 2011, a decade ago later this year. What would he have to say about Floyd’s killer, Minneapolis policeman Derek Chauvin still being out on bail awaiting trial and maybe even getting some justice for George (yeah, we’ll see about that)? Time marches on. But as Sting once sang,“History will teach us nothing.” The prophetic music and lyrics of Scott-Heron and others like him (Marvin Gaye comes to mind) are relevant — still. Maybe in GSH’s poetry we can find a little solace in these cold and dark days. Or maybe we’ll get pissed and take action somehow. It is Black History Month, but is there more to it than history?

Scott-Heron performing at WOMAD in Bristol, 1986
Gil Scott-Heron in 1986. Source
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Warren Beatty, Halle Berry, Bicycling, Capitalism, Health Care, Queen and The X-Files

It Will All Become Clear as Mud

Today’s blog is coming from my tired brain, but the title will make sense by the end.  It’s been a week or more since I began feeling bad due to cedar fever, or so I thought.  Austin definitely had a few days of very high pollen counts.  But when I continued to feeling bad after that went down, I wondered.  Still I’m having a dry, mostly unproductive cough.  This is the US, so unproductive is bad.  Because the US is all about capitalism, and if you’re not producing anything, you’re worthless, right?  Referencing the Dire Straits song from a few days ago, maybe I have “Industrial Disease”?  Let’s hope not and I’m back on the bicycle soon. Continue reading