Yesterday i was sat for five hours in a bizarre hospital, one of those ones with hardly any people, that seems a bit like an empty airport at the end of the world without any planes. I was anxiously waiting for my mother who was having a piece of her nose cut out poor thing! Anyway the operation was a success and my now traumatised mother is at home recovering.
Yet this morning i woke to hear some sad news about an old friend i had never met, never saw and never really new but i will miss him all the same.
For he had been with me for many years, made me smile when i was happy, left a tinge of soul burning on the corner of a summers night with friends and lit a light to guide me home in my darkest of nights.
That man was Gill Scott-Heron who died yesterday at the age of 62.
I usually write about food but for decades this man fed me, nurtured me, helped me to believe in the possibility of a better world, a brighter future, a man whose music was so much more than the sum of its parts.
He made me laugh, made me weep and times made me feel that if other people were buying or listening to his music, then that was a sign that the world still cared. Still cared about injustice and still believed that we could build a brighter future, or in his own words " Beginnings The first minute of a new day"
So everyone out there today is a day to sit back, put the stereo on and say thank you to a mans life that meant as much to many as it has to me.
R.I.P Gill
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