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The Beginning of May

Tomorrow, the Kandake Dance Theatre for Social Change presents “1001 Nights: Love Stories on Death Row (A Rock Ballet)” in the amazing Dixon Place theatre for one night only!!!

I am the musical director for the play.

Wednesday, May 6th 2015
Doors 7pm
GET TIX HERE: https://web.ovationtix.com/trs/pe.c/9993354 – $10 online for students/seniors, $12 online for general audience, $15 at the door

“1001 Nights: Love Stories on Death Row (A Rock Ballet)” is a socio-political work that incorporates traditional dance and music from around the world, hip-hop and rock, contemporary dance, martial arts, circus arts, storytelling, video projection and audience participation. We are also hosting several free mini-shows and workshops for the community so stay tuned!

Please visit www.TheKandake.com for more information!

This coming Sunday, May 10th, I’ll attend an open meeting @ the Shapeshifter in Brooklyn (18 Whitwell Pl, between Carroll St & 1st St, Brooklyn, NY 11215, 646-820-9452) from 3pm to 5pm.
In this meeting the host and Shapeshifter owner, Matt Garrison, will address venue issues and would like to discuss them especially with musicians.
He invited Sohrab Saadat Ladjevardi to speak about MFM (Musicians For Musicians Foundation). He will address musicians issues.
You are invited to attend the meeting.

Also, I had a few meetings with my partner in God’s Unruly Friends. We are planning the next concerts, a recording, and possibly a video (which may become a mini-movie.)

So, where have I been?

Funny you should ask.

I’ve been working on some things behind the scenes. Not much giging. Mostly preparing for future events. I’m negotiating with some venues for the next GUF concert, and have a line on two interested venues.

I’m preparing for the art exhibit in September. In fact, I started a new painting; and am making progress with it.

The new books with Leilah Publications is coming along nicely. More news as it’s announced.

Also, I’m getting married in June! Ms. Akosua Gyebi, a.k.a. Kosi (jazz singer / songwriter extraordinare) is to be my bride.

More news to come!

Islam and Racism

Islam forbids racism. Not by insinuation (i.e. “brotherly love.” or the like), but in specific terms impossible to deny or contradict.

“And one of the Signs (of Allah) is the creation of the heavens and the earth, and the diversity of your colors (i.e. races) and languages. Surely there is a Sign in this for those who have wisdom.”
– Qur’an 30:22

I take this as meaning (among other things) that, since the creation of heaven and earth is mentioned in the same sentence as the different languages and races among humanity, that this diversity exists as in integral and indispensable component of creation. Humanity NEEDS a variety of people; without it, we couldn’t exist.

The Prophet Muhammas (sas) said, in his last sermon:
“The while man has no superiority over the black man, and the black man has no superiority over the white man; and the Arab has no superiority over the non-Arab, and the non-Arab has no superiority over the Arab, except in (individual) piety / nearness to Allah. And the best among you are those who remember that all people are descended from Adam (as) and Adam (as) is created from dust.”

Hard to get more obvious than that. But it didn’t stop there. In the Prophet Muhammad’s biography, there is a striking example of walking the walk and not just talking the talk.

Bilal ibn Rabah (ra) is one of the greatest saints of Islam. He was an African slave who accepted Islam when there were maybe two dozen Muslims in the world. His owner beat and tortured him to get him to renounce Islam. Bilal refused, despite the unspeakable agonies inflicted on him. The Prophet (sas) asked if anyone would purchase Bilal, and his companion Abu Bakr (ra) did so, and immediately freed him. Bilal became one of the Prophet’s closest companions, the treasurer of the Muslim nation, a great warrior, and was the first to make the adhan (call to prayer).

One day the Prophet (sas) said that he had a dream that he was about to enter Paradise, and heard footsteps of someone ahead of him. The companions were amazed, and asked who it was. He said “It was Bilal.” Consider what it means when the Prophet (sas) sees a vision of a former African slave entering Paradise before him; and makes it a point to happily share the news.
Muslims must cure their hearts of the cancer of racism, without hesitation or condition.

Now, permit me a “secular” analysis.

Racism is a disease that extends to both the psychological and spiritual dimensions of a human being. It is based on a number of factors all racists have in common:

1. Fear of surface appearances that differ from their own, or do not conform to paradigms of human cultural or physical manifestations that do not resemble imagery in the mind (which, by the way, only exists in their mind, and has no correlation to anything in reality).

2. Fear of loss. Exposure to some anthropological “other” triggers a reaction wherein the “other / different” is associated with the threat of being forcibly or cunningly deprived of possessions, social status, or some personal sense of pride or honor. This is similar to that found in many species of animals.

3. A lack of perspective and insight. This is either the conditioned behavior, or hard-wired incapacity to recognize similarities between people of different persuasions, and to understand on a deep and fundamental level that differences in humans / a multiplicity of manifestation, is essential to the structure of the existence of the universe. This is a subtle form of polytheism in its most degraded form. Polytheists look at unity and see multiplicity, whereas a true monotheist looks at multiplicity and see unity (lest you think otherwise, external appearances of polytheism or monotheism may harbor a very different internal motivation).

I must point out that some people associate all this with a lack of intelligence, however, this is a mistake. While you will certainly find morons among their ranks, many racists are extraordinarily intelligent people. They are not stupid: they’re insane. Such people are extraordinarily dangerous, because they usually have the capacity and the will to attempt to shape social order to conform to their insanity; and know how to incite other less intelligent people to do their dirty work for them.

(PS: yes, racists, I just dissected you as if you were laboratory rats, and exposed your inner dementia to the world. My assessment is true, and you are powerless to defend your position with anything but lies or violent outbursts, which only prove my assessment to be correct.)

I challenge anyone to prove what I posted here to be wrong.

Part of the Mystery

Once a part of the mystery has been revealed to you, the mistake most people make is thinking that this is the end of the process. No. This is the beginning of the ordeal of learning what to do with it. Most people stumble, create disasters they must clean up later, or fall utterly into ruin. Tragically, among the later, many are so deluded by self flattery they’re not even aware of their own ruin.

Musician’s rant

I must offer the musicians and artists who visit my wall some food for thought.

After DECADES of participating in performances (using my musical skills it took even more decades of hard work and sacrifice to acquire), to offer yet another performance in hopes of “exposure” leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

I did my first professional gig when I was 14. I’ve done dozens, maybe hundreds of gigs wherein I was promised “exposure.” It produced absolutely no result at all.

Permit me to share a personal anecdote with you.

Some years back, I was part of a music collective that traded musical directorship between members. We got a call for the Disney Corporation. They were holding a corporate function at a hotel in midtown. We spoke with them, got the details, etc. Then, we asked what the gig paid, their answer was this: NOTHING. Not a penny. But we were told it would be “good exposure.”

I told them “NO FUCKING WAY!!” From that moment, I had a personal vendetta against Disney.

Think about this: Disney (whose corporate earnings in 2013 was $90.1 million) were renting a hall in one of Manhattan’s most expensive hotels, paying for caterers, paying security, limo company, etc. etc – and they wouldn’t scrape a few thousand for the live music.

Try telling a catering business or a security firm they should work for free because it’s “good exposure.”
The reason is obvious: they have NO respect for us. They, and hundreds of others, see us as chumps who will work for nothing if they dangle the prospect of “exposure” in our faces.
Power respects power. We need power, or we will be doing free gigs and going to people like this with our hats in our hands and walking away with nothing to show for our work the rest of our lives.

I learned this lesson late in life: I’ve been making music for 44 years. It may very well be too late for me. Don’t make the same mistake I made.

Skin

I must speak on the controversy within the African American community regarding dark skin verses light skin.

I’ve known people of African descent of all lineages and descriptions; I’ve known them my entire adult life. They’re all different in some sense, and they’re all the same in another. My African friends and acquaintances taught me, by example, that Africans are not, by any stretch of the imagination, homogenous. Neither are African Americans, who are, in a holistic sense, a nation and ethnic group with many sub categories.

That said, the 400 years of slavery is a factor that must never be ignored or understated. This wound could, theoretically, be healed in a generation if everyone looked at the reality without fear or hatred. It’s fear and hatred of some “other,” real or imagined, and fear of self (which begins as free form, and searches for something, anything, to attach itself to; like a parasite) that produces the disease of the mind and heart. What’s ironic is that in the end, when you strip away the external appearances, and the symptoms of the disease, there’s nothing other than that fear and hate itself that should be feared and hated.

I must show my Muslim face here: Allah revealed in the Quran that the different color of people are a blessing and a sign for those who have wisdom (Suratul Rum 30:22). It is mentioned in the same sentence as the diversity within the creation of the heavens and the earth itself. Humanity needs people of different races / colors. Without this, the whole symbiosis becomes unbalanced, and the structure collapses.

Being Muslim or non-Muslim is irrelevant to being able to see the inner truth in this. In the last half century I’ve been on this planet, I’ve seen nothing to indicate this is incorrect.

The only fly in the ointment is the disease in human hearts. Cure that disease, and what remains is peace produced by love and mutual respect.

And we’ve reached a crisis point where peace is no longer an idealistic dream: it’s a survival tactic.

Epitath for a Friend.

The morning of March 24th, 2015 was difficult on me. Imam Salihohu Djabbi; Imam and founder of Masjid Imam Ali in Brooklyn, Imam at the GMDC-C73 facility at Riker’s Island Prison Complex, and Amir of the Council of African Imams of New York City died after a four year battle with ALS. I knew Imam Salihou’s passing would not be far; the last time I visited him, he didn’t look well. Watching his health deteriorate was heartbreaking, Yet throughout it all, he never lost his faith, nor his good humor.

And now, Allah called him home. He made it; and we’re still here, asleep and dreaming our dark dreams. 

Imam Salihou  was a man of great spiritual attainment. Sitting with him, one shared in his blessings, and learned some very deep lessons. He was a wise and kind man whom I learned a great deal from. I worked with him for many years at the C73 building at Riker’s Island, and I can never forget how he always went out of his way to place me in a position of honor and status (which I was always worried about how I merited this).

But one thing I fear may be lost among the statements shared about him was his great sense of humor. He was a lot of fun and would often share a good joke! Once, when I bought a sarangi, he asked me why I did that. I told him I found one for a good price. He said “Man, there must be something wrong with you!” I laughed until I could barely breath. He and I shared many light hearted moments.
  He was a friend and teacher; a man of immense spiritual knowledge and authority who commanded great respect, and who was nonetheless humble, charitable, and filled with love and good humor.

Many people talk about being spiritual. Some cast derision on people who fake it for gain. Some search and search for it. Imam Salihou was the real thing; he was absolutely authentic, and exemplary as a real spiritual leader. To him, all men and women were his brother and sister. His heart was full of compassion. And a no one could ask for a better friend.   I haven’t the nerve to say what Allah will or will not do. But if Allah welcomes him among the ranks of the elite on the Day of Judgement, it will not surprise me in the least.

I salute him, and thank Allah for his life.

April is Causing Changes

Well, the changes may not be caused by the month of April; but a lot is happening.

As I’d mentioned in my newsletters, I’m the musical director for the Kandake Dance Company’s production of “1001 Nights: Love Stories form Death Row.” We’re in the home strech, and rehearsals are coming along well. Our first performance is on Wednesday, May 6th, 2015 at Dixon Place (161a Chrystie st. NYC). Door at 7. $12-15. http://www.thekandake.com/

On Friday, April 17th, I will offer music for a yoga class taught by Jessica Stickler, at the Jivamukti Yoga Center ( 841 Broadway, 2nd floor, NYC). Class starts at 6:45pm.

On Saturday, April 18th, I will be the featured artist / performer at the Artist Ashram, hosted by the Bhakti Center (25 1st Avenue 2nd Floor. NYC) $10 at the door. This will be a unique multidisciplinary performance that will offer the opportunity for audience participation (http://www.artistashram.com/).

I spoke to Joshua Seraphim (publisher / founder of Leilah Publications). He informed me that the 2nd edition of A Quantum Hijra, and my new collection of short stories, A Mansion with Many Rooms, is scheduled for release in September (leilahpublications.com/sufi).

 

Speaking of September,,,,

On September 2nd, 2015 Openings Collective will present an art exhibit titled “On the Inner and Outer Self” at Church of St. Paul the Apostle (405 West 59th Street, at Columbus Avenue, NYC). I have the honor of being one of the featured artists! More info to come. (http://www.godsunrulyfriends.com/about/the-art/)

As for God’s Unruly Friends, we’re in “fall back and regroup” mode. We’re planning concerts (I’ve had some very encouraging negotiations with a number of venues), and a recording. All is progressing nicely.

One more thing: I had this idea/ fantasy of doing a series of concerts of what I call the Sacred Forbidden Music. These performances will be by invitation only. I will know by September; and keep you informed (who know? Maybe you will get an invitation!)

That’s it for now. Let’s ride the crest of April, and see how this wave crashes into May!

Success!

The concert at Theater for the New City was a success! Thanks to everyone who came out, to Ras Moshe, Latif Kurfirst and Chenana Manno for their fine performances, to Theater for the New City for hosting us, and to our sponsors (Scente Elate, Flower Power Herbs, and Leilah Publications).

 

Video will be available soon.

 

There is some more news. My art work has been accepted for an exhibit at the Church of St. Paul the Apostle (405 west 59th st. NYC). The exhibit, produced by Openings proposes the exhibition concept “On the Inner and Outer Self”.  It will be available to see on September 2nd, 2015. More details to follow.

 

Rehearsals are progressing well for the next production of 1001 Nights: Tales from Death Row (produced by the Kandake Dance Company). I have the honor of being their musical director. Details here: http://igg.me/at/Love1001

 

I will also be doing a New Moon ceremony with Chenana Manno and Brother North Star at the National Black Theater (5th ave. between 125th & 126th, NYC). 6:30pm. This is a free event.

The next God’s Unruly Friends Concert, a few days before the show.

As I write this, it’s the morning of Thursday, 3/5/15.  Very close to the concert. Preparations have been underway, and have been going surprisingly week, despite some problems; the most difficult of which is that I caught the flu last Saturday.

This concert will be a major turning point for a number of reasons.

1. I’m bringing the music to a new level. It won’t deviate too much from what Renegade Sufi did; but it will be enhanced by a number of factors.

2. Theatrics. This will be a real SHOW, not just a bunch of guys on stage playing their instruments. But the theatrics will mean something, AND there will be an element of improvisation to it. This is something I’ll naturally have to develop. But it begins at this concert.

3. I’m taking charge of the economic situation. One of the musicians asked me if this would be a door gig. I told him I was guaranteeing $X.00; and that I was experimenting with a new economic / business model. It’s not too far fetched; but it is something a bit unusual. The main thing is that I have made moves to take control of the money aspect of the music, and no longer be just another musician with his hat in his hand looking for gigs.

It’s all quite risky. No question. But it will be the beginning of something wonderful.

Now; if I can only get rid of this flu!

On another topic,,,

I’ve been making progress with my Dautar. It’s a new kind of instrument. Here it is as of 3/5/15:

 

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I’ll have more details as it nears completion. And perhaps I’ll be gigging with it soon!