I’m taking some time off of Facebook. Too many posts of uniformed opinions by shallow and callous people were wearing me down and increasingly, it became less and less inspiring. I don’t want to come off as someone who needs FB for inspiration, but when it is good, I have a network of friends, contacts and associates who have thoughtful and witty observations to share, and insightful comments and opinions to offer on a wide array of topics. I consider myself blessed, and I am grateful to have access to the various ways that many of them think.
I like to be informed, and one of the things that I enjoy most about the site is the newsfeed feature. I have curated my group page “likes” so that several well respected news organizations send developing and breaking stories across my monitor all day. I also have many friends in media so they augment that news flow with personal posts from publications that I may or may not have on my newsfeed.
I have missed a story or two since late last year because I am curbing my TV habit too. Are these New Year’s resolutions? I don’t know, but I am resolved to both read and write more, and I can’t seem to figure out how to do more of either if I’m watching TV or surfing FB all the time. In my attempt to regain my time and make it more productive, I have restricted my social media get down to Twitter and Tumblr. As a result, I have discovered an amazing Tumblr page called The Electric Typewriter. It’s an amazing site that contains essays and articles written by top shelf journalists and authors. Check it out when you can.
And on Twitter, one of my former label mates, Tweeted a story that has shocked many of us in the music and arts community, Soul Music icon and Rock & Roll Hall of Famer, Bobby Womack has been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s disease. One of the greatest singer/song writers of my childhood will no longer be able to remember the words to “Harry Hippy”, “A Woman’s Gotta Have It”, “Across 110th Street” and “I Can Understand It”. This latest tragic development comes on the heels of his recent recovery from colon cancer.
We only met once. He had a hit duet with the ’60s British blue eyed soul singer Lulu. The president of EMI got excited about the record and in a label wide marketing meeting, he announced that he would be proud to sign Bobby Womack. I am not certain that anyone in the room knew who he was or how to reach him for a meeting-so I did my thing.
Legendary entrepreneur Sparkie Martin was the manager at the time. I reached out and set up a morning meeting that they were on time for. Even though it was 10:00 AM, Bobby had already been drinking. It made no difference to me; I was honored to be in the presence of a great historic figure.
It was soon apparent that Bobby really had no intention of signing with some kid at a major label, but he was upbeat and polite. Once we got that out of the way, I played demos for him from D’Angelo’s “Brown Sugar” album so that I could get his take. I told him that I’d run into Isaac Hayes on a flight from LA, and given him a lift home. During the ride, I’d also played the same demos for Black Moses, and he said, “Damn, he sounds like me, don’t he?”
Bobby didn’t hesitate and said, “Isaac is full of shit. He ain’t never sounded this good.” Bobby may have already forgotten that he said it, but along with his music, I never will.
Shouts to Edna Collison, Darnell Martin, Amy Linden and Soul City</p