She was born from a time when women where suppose to leave the music and the dark clubs to men. Sister Rosetta Tharpe forged herself a place in history as a black woman who could play louder and better when her race and her gender were suppose to say silent and dumb.
Her inability to remain silent speaks to the idea that the light will always surface, unfettered by the muck weighing them down. The roads that seem impossible, will be filled with others who will not remain silent; The longer we choose that path, the more will see that path as viable. Unacceptance of the status quo comes in many forms. Find yours.
She made history with a fucking guitar, that’s all
Alice in Wonderland has always held a fascination for me. I adored the classic cartoon as a kid. I wanted to stroll through a giant garden of singing flowers, even if only to be kicked out. I was heartbroken as my middle school presented Alice -the musical and my complete lack of being able to carry a tune made me not even an option for my beloved Alice. My silent appearance as a less vocal dancing card was a much better fit though also soul-deflating. In an obvious delayed retaliation to the unfairness of my impaired singing ability, I was forced years later by my added teenage angst to paint my self portrait as Alice falling down the rabbit hole. Don’t worry, I do not let my complete lack of singing ability stop me from singing … And loudly. I am sorry