when i listen to digable planets i think of tiny smoke-filled rooms in black and white, snapping fingers and upright bass, dreadlocks and shuffling papers; i think of nose rings and short-haired women, of words that taste like stale coffee delivered with soggy croissants at three in the morning.

digable planets to me represent what could have been ( Read more... )

 I was blown away.
I know what it means to be proud of my race.

She made me proud.

and I'm glad Christina was not there to take this from me, because now I can sing and sing this beauty out of myself.

I believe in myself today.

I want to perform for someone.