Accident seemed like an odd word to me for this situation. When I hear the word “accident”, I usually think about spilled milk or the dog urinating on the carpet or even bumper scratch. Accidents were things that you respond to with, “Whoops, sorry!” But with this accident, I wondered: to whom could we even say “sorry” now that a man lay dead?
While I watched, I kept thinking about why these accidents always seemed to happen to black people. And why they were called accidents, when it seemed so clearly to be much more than an accident – when it seemed to be a flaw in a system that called things accidents."
i have a thousand regrets but not one of them is the above picture
gloryandus replied to your photo “all i ever wanted was the world - a mix for when you aim a little bit…”
This is depressing and I like it. Do you listen to Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young? They were from the 70s and really fit in with the folk rock style you like. I’m still working on your prompt and a second one I got.
yeees. goood. And I haven’t listened to them! But I will check them out and will vibrate in my seat in excitement over your mixes.