A POET WITH SOUL: THE BALLADS OF GIL SCOTT-HERON

I wrote a short piece on GSH that I thought hadn’t run yet but, dope as I am, it actually came out on the 2nd. It builds on what I wrote in this post, and tries to go beyond just Scott-Heron’s cultural legacy and get into what he meant as a singer and musician (along with Brian Jackson).

“A poet with soul: The ballads of Gil Scott-Heron” (Los Angeles Times, June 2, 2011)

GIL SCOTT-HERON: THE VOICE


However ravaged by addiction his body may have been, Gil Scott-Heron was a remarkably handsome man until the end. He always was, even with his slightly gawky, lanky frame. It’s all about that light smirk, that crease of his lip that could frown into a “I’m serious as cancer” gaze on the cover of The Revolution Will Not Be Televised but most of time, was more playful, what should rightfully be called “swagger” instead of the ridiculous posturing that tries to pass for it these days.

Maybe it’s because that Manning Marable book came […]

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