Moses Sumney’s Aromanticism

A wonderfully talented friend of mine told me about Moses Sumney over tea a few days ago. I’m not sure what rock I’ve been under, but I’ve clearly been hibernating because I had no clue this creative human existed. So, I decided to go down a Moses Sumney hole starting with his debut album Aromanticism. To begin, I learned a new word—aromantic. An aromantic is someone who experiences little to no romantic attraction. In a New York Times article, Moses Sumney explains that he has never experienced romantic love and wanted to challenge a culture that values romantic love so highly: I was just bored with the love song, the idea of the love song as the archetype, and also the culture that suggests romantic love is the end-all and be-all of human existence. I wanted to question and challenge that on a personal level and on the social level — the personal is the social. I think I just felt

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India.Arie’s SongVersation Podcast

I’ve been listening to India.Arie’s new podcast, SongVersation. I started it soon after it came out and like most things I encounter, I waited for a little while to come back to it. The great part about that is I get to listen to all of the episodes back to back. It’s a very intriguing listen. Each episode focuses on one of her songs. For about 40 minutes or so, she tells stories about where she was—physically and emotionally—while writing a song; she talks about her songwriting partners; she even discusses some of her experiences as a black artist in the music industry. The most recent episode is about a song I have loved for years, “Ready for Love.” I am ready for love All of the joy and the pain And all the time that it takes Just to stay in your good grace “SongVersation: Ready for Love” is a perfect example of how broad the conversations can be.

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Working Poor

Sip fancy coffees; Step over body outside he door.
Him fancy condo; He she call PO PO, me sing too loud.

I keep on knockin’. I keep on knockin’, but I can’t get in.

~ Fantastic Negrito, “Working Poor”