You can’t tell from this video but this song details a serious message about a mother catching hell raising 5 children on her own. She becomes a prostitute to make ends meet for her children and constantly wrestles with the decision. She is calling on the Lord on a daily basis but the devil consistently shows up asking her to dance the “cosmic slop.” The cosmic slop refers to how the mother is re-imagining prostitution as a means rather than a sin. George Clinton and Bernie Worrell combining of the cosmic and slop avails itself to unending ethics of speed, space and morality
Peep the second verse and chorus:
She was well known through the ghetto
Tricks would come and then they’d go
The neighbors would talk and call her Jezebel
But always with a smile, she was sure to try to hide
The fact from us that she was catching hell, hey!
Hear my mother call
I can hear my mother call
Late at night I hear her call
Oh lord, lord I hear her call
She says, “Father, father it’s for the kids
Any and every thing I did
Please, please don’t judge me too strong
Lord knows I meant no wrong
Then the devil sang
“Would you like to dance with me? We’re doin’ the cosmic slop”
We are presently entrenched in a social crucible,
where two simple statements have marked identities: Black Lives Matter (BLM) vs. Make America Great Again (MAGA).
This complicated struggle—
of finding meaning in the midst of death, is becoming overwhelming.
We’re all searching for the perpetual solution to the unimagined question:
What does it mean to be Black in a white, racist society when death is loitering from Covid-19, police, or just everyday life itself?
The success of waking and showering is the goal.
The success of waking is the goal.
Just having a goal is success.
Each journey outside becomes an anxiety laden spy mission
Be safe, wear your mask
I don’t know…I just put my headphones in and listen to Coltrane.
A Love Supreme
The older I get the more I realize that vulnerability becomes a necessary part of the arsenal for survival. This pandemic has revealed to many that they are only moments away from life being altered in unimaginable fashions. Therefore, summoning up the courage to go the store for groceries is a herculean task but life threatening to say the least. As one of my colleagues and a friend shared with me during a phone call 3 weeks ago, “Foulks, if I get this virus, I don’t think I will make it.” Those words have echoed in my mind, heart and spirit since that day. And friends, I feel the same way. Knowing my vulnerabilities has given me a freedom. Everyday is a ….