A CLASSICAL SOUL
Celebrity. Fame.
Popularity. Notoriety. Adulation.
Those are very thorny seats to occupy. If you are a true artist that is willing to
unveil your art to the public, it’s certainly not unreasonable to expect some
level of acknowledgement in return. In a perfect union, the public’s interest will
dictate what that level of acclaim (monetary or otherwise) that your art receives. But this union is far from perfect. As such there are faceless people that have
way too much “influence” as to what passes as art and what gets hidden or trashed.
Nowadays people are too busy grappling with
their day-to-day battles to question the faceless Klansmen that are streaming this poisonous, repetitive music that seeps in the community like a filtration
system built in Flint Michigan. The
community’s understandable indifference makes it much easier for these puppeteers to become the
art police—and you don’t have to live in Minneapolis to understand that endangerment.
In this age of “followers” even if the people wanted to rebel against this systemic
deceitfulness, it would take a level of revolt far greater than burning down a few local Targets.
In many ways today’s
musicians are akin to Harriet Tubman’s [alleged] proclamation: “I freed a
thousand slaves and I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they
were slaves.” Therefore many of our genuine geniuses are faced with the internal struggle between
commerce & consciousness. It may be easy to choose one over the other, but
it’s nearly impossible to have both — especially when the former feeds your family,
while the latter feeds their legacy. James Yancey was one of those extreemly rare artists that managed to have both. Oh, in case you are scratching your head, wondering
who is James Yancey..., you are in for a true awakening. For the rest of you, you already know this
is going to be one of the LPs every black household should have.
James Yancey was better known by his producer extraordinaire name
of J. Dilla. And to understand Dilla’s music
you first need to understand the unique person he was. The Detroit child prodigy’s life seemed
scripted from conception. He was born to
an opera singing mom and a bass playing dad—both natives from NYC -- the not –so-coincidental birth home of Hip Hop. As an infant, his mom recalls: “Dilla crying and simply refusing to go to sleep unless his dad played or performed
some rendition of jazz.”
At age 5, Dilla
began to study the cello, which certainly didn’t go over well with his grade
school peers, whom threatened and teased him on their (ironic) bus rides to
school through the city of Motown. The endless teasing only made Jay Dee more head
strong, which will later play a significant role in his acrimonious career in the music industry. As Jay Dee grew he added the piano, the drums, the guitar and lead choir director to his matchless musical repertoire. Although
jazz music was his DNA, Dilla was also a master in physics. Therefore, after graduating from middle school, his mom enrolled him in the Davis Aerospace Technical High School. He quickly dropped out because
he couldn’t deal with the structure nor the uniforms. His mom was irate at his exit…, and in true Dilla form his only response to her was…. ”there isn’t an Aerospace school in the
world that had better parties.” Oddly enough, it was the technical curriculum
that he experienced at the Davis School that helped him to understand music
better—something a vinyl D.J. would really understand and truly appreciate.
On February 10, 2006, at the tender age of 32, James Dewitt Yancey
died from a combination of a rare blood diseases TTP and lupus. In true Dilla fashion, he
continued making beats while he was hooked up to a dialysis machine. And when he
didn’t have the strength to program the buttons, his mom (at his request) would
massage his fingers so he could continue to make music.
He completed his last LP while strapped to the hospital bed; and it was released 3 days after his death..., right after his 32nd birthday.
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The D's Last Dance |
The final LP is called Donuts, an unconfirmed tribute
to his childhood sweetheart who worked at Detroit’s Dutch Girl Doughnuts Shop.
I would love to write a book about J. Dilla’s unique impact and
his production credits that include: Erykah Badu, A Tribe Called Quest, Pete
Rock, Dwele, Jill Scott, De La Soul, Mos Def, Bilal, The Roots, Talib Kweli, Common,
D’ Angelo, Heavy D, Kanye West, Busta Rhymes and his Conant Gardens gang, Slum
Village. But in lieu of my literary procrastination, I instead want to share
the ultimate tribute to J. Dilla’s legacy called....
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NiƱo & Atwood-Ferguson lead Mochilla Presents |
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Maureen “Ma Dukes” Yancey |
Timeless: Suite For Ma
Dukes - The Music Of James "Dilla" Yancey
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Various Artists vinyl release March 10, 2009 Traffic Ent.
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Timeless For Ma Dukes is a live concert performance
by a 40-piece orchestra that celebrates Dilla’s music and more importantly his
life. You don’t have listen to Hip
Hop to truly appreciate this classical renditions of Dilla’s productions. The concert is nothing short of heartwarming—and
your eyes will drip when his Ma Dukes turns to the empty chair with the cello in front of it (at the 6:12 mark).
We are at the halfway point of this 12-month Soul Sessions reviews and it just feels like the perfect time to enjoy an intermission.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXtOLM6Z86Y
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