Friday, October 21, 2005

I Plan To Stay A Believer


I was a stone cold junkie after the first time I heard Curtis speak
He was Super fly way before I knew about any pimp named Priest
To me
He represented Black music, Black hopes, and Black dreams
when I was just a kid racing popsicle sticks along ghetto streams


By Stephen Bess 2005 ©





7 comments:

Waddie G. said...

Curtis was the truth...I just started getting into his music when I bought a dance remix CD of his hits...although the beats of the CD are hot, I was compelled to listen to his lyrics and they are so relevant today.

Stephen A. Bess said...

I agree. I think that he was a true poet. As a matter of fact, there is a book of his songs titled, Poetic License: In Poems & Song. It's really cool. You can find it on Amazon.

M. Akamau said...

You are bringing back memories with this photo, Stephen! Sometimes I think I am too stuck in the 70s...I just have a deep connection to it, and to the things that impressed me deeply as a child. Good stuff.

Peace,
Bay

Stephen A. Bess said...

Hello Bay!
I love 70's nostalgia too! Actually, my love for nostalgia goes back to the 1920's. Your and my love for the 70s is evidence of a good childhood despite the social or economic conditions that may have existed. I just remember a lot of good times and beautiful people. It's part of the reason that I must write. I have so many stories and memories doing the "Bump" and the "Hustle" in my head. :)

Peace 2u2~

Michele said...

My hubby threw me a 31st birthday party, and we gave it a 70s theme. It was SO much fun! All the 70s music and that soul train line --- we just had a blast. Ahhh...what memories. Actually, though, I CHOOSE to pull out those good memories. My early, early childhood was painful...filled with abuse and stuff. But things got better. But I choose not to let that difficulty cloud the beauty of those days nonetheless. That's a whole other blog post in itself! Sheesh...

Bay (again!)

changeseeker said...

Beautiful words. Beautiful photo. Beautiful Curtis. The beauty was and is always there. It is the hope we feed on.

Stephen A. Bess said...

@Changeseeker - He left so much to feast.

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