“California Dreamin'” by Eddie Hazel
If church was this, you may have stayed a Baptist. Truth: you reciting bible stories in minister’s voice never your calling. Church took on untried compositions on side roads. In dark stank bass heavy mist permeated from a humid dance floor. There. Baby powder was tinker bell dust for sore hearts and drenched loft shadows. On the corner of Hudson near Canal, there were radiant bodies and none were your congregation. You shared this vinyl with a cousin. In that tiny bedroom. On that record player. He unaware what this song channeled. This. The first guitar solo you fell for. Eddie Hazel’s voice a lariat around your wits. Flecks of the original. If I didn’t tell her ambushed you. Dream on. Piano tripped you up on mushrooms and Animaniacs. Tax refund in hand. Your ass at the Port Authority. You going to California. You ain’t never coming back. Here. Babylon.
And then your high came down…
-LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs
LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs works with words, sound, video and bodies. She has been published in Ploughshares, Jubilat, Fence, LA Review, Palabra, and Black Renaissance Noir among others. Her performance work has been featured at The Kitchen, Exit Art, Recess Activities Inc, The Whitney and MoMa. As a curator and artistic director, she has staged events at El Museo del Barrio, Lincoln Center Out of Doors, Brecht Forum, Symphony Space, Dixon Place, and BAM Café. She is the recipient of several awards; of them include Cave Canem, New York Foundation for the Arts, Jerome Foundation, Barbara Deming Memorial Fund, Lower Manhattan Cultural Council and The Laundromat Project, and Millay Colony. She along with Greg Tate, are the editors of yoYO/SO4 Magazine. She is the author of TwERK (Belladonna* 2013).
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