The old folks spoke about people working and/or stepping on a last nerve.
Today is one of those days that I have like one, maybe two nerves left.
My head has been hurting all day.
The day started with news of the death of Phife Dawg. That really saddened me. Besides the fact that I was still waiting on an unlikely reunion of A Tribe Called Quest, it served as a reminder of the passing of time.
I’m older. I don’t like a lot of today’s music. Which really makes me feel old.
I am reminded of people saying that rap music wouldn’t last or that people wouldn’t be grooving to it 20-30-40 years from now. And here I am 41 years old still saying,
“Here’s a funky introduction of how nice I am. Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram”
“I never half step ’cause I’m not a half stepper, Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper”
“Float like gravity, never had a cavity. Got more rhymes than the Winans got family”
Throughout the day while reading, writing, trying to write, trying to sleep this headache off, trying to clean, trying to wash clothes, trying to mother my baby, trying to fix dinner, trying to supervise homework I’m sad about the loss of Phife Dawg, really an iconic figure from an iconic group and just in a melancholy place. Along with this damn headache.
So I’m sitting here looking at the daily prompt trying to not let too many days go by without blogging and the word for today is Nerve and I recall that today is just one of those days.
I’ve got about one nerve left. Don’t get on that last one!
2 thoughts on “Nerve”
I’m in a bit of a stooper today too! I had an amazing yesterday but was unable to shake off the passing of Phife Dawg! It’s also clear that the connection between music and the human spirit go hand in hand! Thank you for expressing that.
You’re welcome. We gone be alright!