Raisin in the Sun

My life has been intense. Thanks to everyone who sent supportive messages about my "losing my job..." blog.

It was the best thing I could have done. I forgot to mention was that I had already given notice, and was going to be leaving this week. Probably that was part of the reason things came to a head there.

Anyway, onwards and upwards. This weekend I worked really hard in the studio. I have two songs that are sounding pretty good now. It's an amazing process to create music like that. I am having a great time, and learning a lot. I am learning to develop my musical style further. After years of trying to fit a particular mold, I am finally finding my own style. It's a rush.

Yesterday I did laundry, and watched "A Raisin in the Sun" - the new version with Sean Combs. It was pretty good. Sydney Poitier's are some big shoes to fill, but Sean Combs, surprisingly, had some good moments. Phylicia Rashad stole the show, in my opinion. Living in Harlem and working on my own dreams helped me appreciate the play even more. It was written by Lorraine Hansberry. The title of the play is taken from a Langston Hughes poem called Harlem:

Harlem

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?


Or fester like a sore--
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?