RIP Gil Scott-Heron
Warning… This post will come off as a bit upset, a bit off-base and an increasing level of intoxicated with each such element growing the longer it takes me to write… Last night, somewhere in the neighborhood of 9:40ish (yes, that is 2 “approximate” descriptors in one sentence), I arrived to the building deeded to me. Alcohol in the fridge, Chinese takeout on my fiancĂ©e’s plate and I am sitting down at my computer, my usual first spot I stake out in my house… Zo! posts the status that says… “Gil Scott-Heron, an extraordinary talent and HUGE influence and inspiration to many of us creatively. Rest in peace... ” … man… you’ve GOT to be kidding me… Beyond that, though? Dude, the Lakers swept a couple weeks ago? My air conditioning not working right? My job apparently hates me? NONE OF THAT mattered now. The response I could muster was… “this news just ruined my night” Then I took up my mobile communications device to retweet/tell people, all in my continued shock from the news