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Allah supreme: how Pharoah Sanders found freedom and rebellion in Islam | Pharoah Sanders | The Guardian
The day the music died was 24 September 2022. On that Saturday, the legendary tenor saxophonist Pharoah Sanders, a man who blew his horn “as if he was a dragon breathing fire”, passed on, at age 81. With his death came the end of a majestic era, a time of saxophone spirituality and musical mysticism that will probably never be surpassed or even replicated. Sanders, like so many of his generation, channeled spirit into song, drawing inspiration from a panoply of sacred sources.
For a while, younger hip-hop generations also found words and meaning in a similar kind of search, and the music –along with the quest – continued.
But jazz has changed and hip-hop has changed.
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Never mind that only some of these artists adopted the faith itself. It was their notes and their tones that counted. Plaintive, modal, quarter-toned and chromatic, these aural landscapes of east and west and everything in between stretched the imaginations of both players and audiences. Inside the music, new alliances were forged between people and with all that was holy.
To some people, though, the music just seemed cacophonous and angry. White critics often didn’t understand. Even as astute a thinker as the English Marxist historian Eric Hobsbawm wrote, in 1959, that jazz’s “flight into Mohammedanism or some other non-white culture” was a way to “sidestep” a rising avant-garde jazz that was seeking white acceptance. Describing the era, Hobsbawm explained that “the marvelous political awakening of all the oppressed and underprivileged in Roosevelt’s America put a new tone into the jazz musician’s instrument: open resentment”.
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If all you heard during the long civil rights era was an endless blow of rage, you were missing out since you weren’t listening. The love was everywhere and all over the music. The piano player Ahmad Jamal told an interviewer: “I get my approach to life from the Holy Qur’an. I belong to the Ahmadiyya movement in Islam. Our motto is, ‘Love for all; hatred for none.’” (Many of the jazz musicians of that era came to Islam through the Ahmadiyya movement, a religious revivalist movement that began in late 19th-century India. It was led by Mirza Ghulam Ahmad, a charismatic reformer who believed he had received divine revelations that required him to promote the unity of all religions as manifest through Islam. Ahmadis came to the USA in the 1920s and found receptive audiences in African American communities.)
And it was a love supreme. I’ve argued elsewhere that Coltrane’s most famous song, A Love Supreme, has its own Islamic echoes (the chant “a love supreme” starts to sound a bit like “Allah supreme” after a while). Pharoah Sanders, who played with ’Trane starting in 1965, extended Coltrane’s legacy after his death in 1967.
Meanwhile, Sanders continued to build his own spiritually inflected, religious ecumenical style. His 1969 hypnotic track Hum-Allah-Hum-Allah-Hum-Allah meditates on the words “Prince of peace / Won’t you hear our pleas / And ring your bells of peace / Let loving never cease” for an enveloping and achingly beautiful 15 minutes. His classic The Creator Has a Master Plan had its own second coming when it was re-released in a trip-hop remix in the mid-90s. The Trance of Seven Colors, Pharoah’s work with the master Gnawa musician of Morocco Mahmoud Guinia is simply transcendent on an interstellar plane.
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And it was a way of connecting to Africa. “The Christianity of the slave represented a movement away from Africa,” Amiri Baraka wrote in this classic text Blues People. “It was the beginning of Africa as ‘a foreign place’.” For the jazz musicians of this long and spiritual era, to reconnect with Africa was more than idle curiosity. It was a way of suturing back an essential part of you that had been forcibly torn from your collective body generations ago. By the mid-1950s and 1960s, African-themed events at nightclubs and restaurants in Brooklyn and Harlem abounded, with UN diplomats from newly independent African countries frequently dropping in. The jazz pianist and composer Randy Weston described the era: “Many of the African countries were just getting their independence. And the wonderful thing about being in New York, the United Nations is there. So I had an opportunity to meet many African diplomats. Many people from Kenya, from Nigeria, from Ghana, from Egypt, many parts of Africa. And I would always talk to them to try to understand a little more about the continent.”
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Weston eventually relocated to Morocco for about five years and traveled throughout the African continent before returning to the USA in 1972. “I went on a spiritual trip back home,” he told DownBeat magazine in 1998, referring to Africa. “I wanted to hear where I came from, why I play like I play, why we play music like we do. We went to about 18 countries, and wherever we went we asked to experience the traditional music of the people. Hearing the traditional music was like hearing jazz and blues and the Black church all at the same time.”
Weston also joined forces with master Gnawa musicians in Morocco. (He was playing with them and learning from them before Sanders did the same.) Others, such as Alice Coltrane, were moving in more eastern directions while still others, like Sun Ra, lived in intergalactic space and called us all to move in with him.
The spiritual jazz movement continued, but it didn’t take long for it to be eclipsed by other trends, everything from commercially accessible fusion, launched by the likes of Miles Davis, to the less accessible avant-garde innovations of Cecil Taylor or Albert Ayler. By the 1990s, jazz was also firmly ensconced in the ivory tower, featuring at prestigious arts institutions such as Lincoln Center and the Kennedy Center.
Still, the Islamic influence in American popular music never went away, though it did change addresses. Shifting from sound to word, Muslim references could now be found more in the new hip-hop than in the new jazz, even if hip-hop Islam was a yet more heterodox creed than the one found within the Ahmadiyya community. Foundational hip-hop artists including Rakim, Big Daddy Kane, and the Wu-Tang Clan were invoking the words and numbers of the Nation of Gods and Earths, an offshoot of the Nation of Islam.
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Five Percenter language has permeated the pop cultural lexicon. For example, the “G” in “wassup, G?”is not “gangsta”, as many might think, but “God”. In this creed, Five Percenter men are considered Gods, and Five Percenter women are known as Earths. “Dropping science” is a term from the Five Percenters, as is the emphatic term “word”, a short form of “word is my bond”.
Scholars have written on the important influence of Five Percenters on early hip-hop. But there are also other, more mainline Muslim influences on the American scene. Five Percenter doctrine was foundational in hip-hop, but it operated as an esoteric language among the educated and enlightened. The way the language and numerology (with an emphasis on the number 7) operated was to signify kinship and belonging, which was particularly important in the early hip-hop years. But other Muslim rappers, often associated with Sunni Islam, performed their deen, their faith, more in line with the jazz tradition that preceded it, as a search for self.
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Mos Def is hardly the only one who invokes this devotional search. A Tribe Called Quest’s Q-Tip (Kamaal Fareed) is another. “Praise the Lord of the worlds that’s unseen / Respect me for that and let me do my thing,” we hear in the song Get a Hold. More recently, the Five Percenters, the Nation of Islam, and Sunni Islam (and more) tentatively unite to find a home in the lyrical power of Jay Electronica. “All I have in this world is my flag and my sword / I’m on the battlefield with the flag of my Lord,” rhymes Electronica in Fruit of the Spirit. “My shahada is my cantada / My heart chakra light up when I make sajda at fajr.”
While spiritual quests such as Jay Electronica’s aren’t as common in today’s hip-hop, the search hasn’t disappeared entirely. After all, the history of Black music shows us time and again how the journey seeking the divine produces such a profound musical experience.
And that’s what Pharoah Sanders leaves behind. His was an unyielding search for a way to transcend the secular ugliness of this world, and with his passing Sanders may have finally achieved that goal. Yet music – like all that is holy – never dies. And Pharoah’s saxophone will honk and shriek and envelop all our senses, reverberating to heaven and back, and maybe even beyond.
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percy is such a hater… i live
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rosepompadour · 8 months
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She felt she was made for jewels and dresses alone. She wanted so much to charm, to be envied, to be desired and sought after.
Guy de Maupassant, "The Necklace" (1884)
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koerinz · 2 months
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“Her green eyes pierced through him like a bullet…. No, she can’t be here--” Chapter 1 ; Penitence : Hidden Hands by @north-noire
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morganbritton132 · 9 months
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Living for conspiracy Steve. You know if they tried anything Joan the Disservice cat would be on the case. You also know Diane clocked it during her looky loo walks and she’s got tea. An alliance is forming.
What’s funny about Steve’s paranoia with the electric company van parked outside is that it’s definitely just the electric company.
If SoMeBoDy would just listen to reason then maybe they might remember the bad weather they’ve been having. They live in a suburb just outside of Chicago. It’s windy and wind messes with powerlines, but Steve isn’t dumb. Thank you very much.
He knows that.
Just like he knows what logo Mike said was on the van that El flipped. And like he said, “It’s spycraft 101. Of course, they’re here after a storm. It’s inconspicuous.”
“Big word,” Eddie replies appreciatively. “How do you know that?”
“I took the SATs?”
“Now the word! Why do you think that they’re tapping our phones?”
“It’s in all the movies, Eddie.”
There’s an unspoken duh tacked on to the end of Steve’s sentence and Eddie kinda loves it. He kinda loves how confident Steve is when he’s convinced himself this shit is real and a little part of Eddie wants to play along, but he knows how quickly it can all go bad so, “Baby, please. Stevie, what are they tapping into? We don’t have a landline.”
Steve pauses to think and then peaks back out through the blinds. He mutters, “You don’t know how wiretaps work?”
“Do you?”
Steve just purses his lips and looks even harder out the window which is just Steve-speak for ‘no, actually. I don’t know how wiretaps works because no one does.’ It makes Eddie grin, sliding up behind him and whispering in his ear, “Don’t you think one of our half dozen nosy neighbors would’ve told us if someone was spying on us?”
“Not if-“
“Baby, Diane came over twice last week because she saw a suspicious car in our driveway,” Eddie hums. “It was our car, Steve.”
Steve relaxes back against his chest a little but he knows the battle is not yet won so, Eddie adds, “Sweetheart, think about it. They’d know.”
“That’s true,” Steve relents just a little and then says, “Unless one of our neighbors is a spy.”
“No, baby.”
“Like a nosy neighbor that’s always in our business,” Steve continues, building confidence. “And who has always been in our business ever since we moved in…and who is talking to the electric company people right now.”
Eddie looks out through the peak in the blinds Steve is making and watches as Diane makes her way down her driveway in her pink house shoes, waving at the man halfway up the telephone pole. She calls something up at him but they’re too far away to hear it.
He can feel Steve pull away and Eddie thinks, damn it.
“Well, that friendship was good while it lasted.”
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athycore · 3 months
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“ How dare you…”
Twst wonderland dorm leaders with a daki!Reader(demon slayer) ft: Riddle, leona, Azul.
!They/them reader!
Riddle:
When he first saw you he was starstruck. The most beautiful thing he saw. He bumped to a pole due to staring at you too much. He would describe your looks as “something he has never seen before” or “They are like an aurora…” He found your beauty intimidating, he was scared to approach you. yet he did anyways. Safe to say, he was hooked. Your eyecandy looks, with your confident attitude really had him weak in the knees. He felt like he NEEDED to be by your side at all times…he felt worried that something or someone will steal you away, but he’s confident enough that you wouldn’t replace him. With his tight schedule he tries his best to see you as many times daily or he would go insane. He looks for flowers or rocks that remind him of you and apply magic to make 10x shiner then the average just to get your attention, hes a sweetheart and the very least you can do for him is stare in his direction.
“May i ask your name? You have caught my attention…”
“…ofcourse, i always do.”
Whenever you get together is up to you but he is the most respectful gentleman ever. He opens the door for you, kisses your hands, spoils you..and whatever he can do to make you feel like a goddess. He brings you the most beautiful roses, and treys best cooking just to get a glance at your mesmerizing face. But who can blame him? Everyone in NRC are awake of your presence and have set you as the face of NRC along side Vil.
Leona:
He saw himself in you, he wont deny, your looks are to kill for. Its your attitude that sets him off a bit. But its nothing he cant handle, he enjoys a women who acts like she owns the world because with him, you might as well. With his massive amount of money he spends on it with clothes to suit your pretty ol self. Expensive jewlery, the best food of your life, the silk dress along with a ring customized by him for you only. Although hes lazy, he would always make time for you, afterall, you are his and he is yours. He naps whenever hes with you, whenever you like it or not, he lays his big head on your lap when your doing skin care, or makeup, or anything realated that keeps you busy from looking down.
“I didn’t know which necklace to get you..so i got you all of them.”
“Awh..you didnt have too…(he definitely had to).”
Aside from that hs trusts you and follows your every words. Afterall he is a beastman and they have the moral of women notability that women should always be treated with respect. With that being said, it doesnt matter what you are, or who you identify as, he will treat the best. He believes you as above then everyone so kiss his head and remind him hes by your side.
Azul:
To say he’s obsessed is an understatement. Never in his life has he seen someone like you, gorgeous and cocky? Count him in. He approaches you with the intent to make a deal for you to sing or perform at monstreo but you dont buy it, you arent stupid. He walks you to class, buys you food, anything really just to try to make a deal. Its almost too much but its not like you dont mind, afterall, he is spoiling you without realizing it. He shows up at your dorm, on his knees, making the eels hold the boombox and a poster. Tho while trying to convince you, he fell for you, HARD. He doesnt realize it as he believes its all for business(its not).
“My i believe this should do the trick..”
“No. But i appreciate it!”
He simply adores you and wants to show you off. By doing so he offers everything to get on your good side, free clothes, designer bags, even those expensive figures. He wants you and everyone else to know that he only has eyes for you and that hes the first by your side. Your always there in the lounge of his office, while he works on his paperwork, you do your makeup or whatever and he cant help but constantly take peeks at you for you are simply to beautiful to resist!!
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twinterrors29 · 1 year
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Arla Fett is rescued from a Death Watch transport by a tiny Padawan Kenobi and adopts him on the spot, unilaterally deciding that she will be accompanying her boi on all missions in order to loom ominously behind him during negotiations and eliminate any perceived threats to his safety (and happiness) with prejudice
she ignores Qui-Gon Jinn's existence entirely
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“- Indians have been waiting for Kalki for 3,700 years.
- Buddhists have been waiting for Maitreya for 2,600 years.
- The Jews have been waiting for the Messiah for 2500 years.
- Christians have been waiting for Jesus for 2000 years.
- Sunnah waits for Prophet Issa 1400 years.
- Muslims have been waiting for a messiah from the line of Muhammad for 1300 years.
- Shiites have been waiting for Mandi for 1080 years.
- Drussians are waiting for Hamza ibn Ali for 1000 years.
Most religions adopt the idea of a “savior” and state that the world will remain filled with evil until this savior comes and fills it with goodness and righteousness.
Maybe our problem on this planet is that people expect someone else to come solve their problems instead of doing it themselves! ”
Riccardo Dablah
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chess tips from your local five hundred year old man
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eggwishing · 10 months
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rubensmuse · 2 months
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so i went into Death Stranding the same way i go into most AAA games: with plenty of story spoilers, but absolutely no gameplay spoilers. and DS throws a surprising number of complications and flavor into its otherwise straightforward gameplay; i 1000% underestimated how much effort went into shaking up the long-haul deliveryman routine. genuinely, it never gets boring for me.
anyway here's the expression i made the first time i ambled into MULE territory and heard the distant rev of a fucking car engine
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pixlokita · 2 years
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Part 11 =w= no time for sleep
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mellohd · 2 months
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I'm doing commissions!!! This is gonna be a master post with all my info, I might update it in the future click to keep reading c:
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lines and sketches are the same price since my art style is messy :) ALSO only cashapp because I'm not old enough for a PayPal (and don't want to fake and run the possibility of losing an account) If there is another method that doesn't require PayPal, I am happy to try it out.
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Here are some examples of each kind of render I can do! my full rendering is kinda a new thing I've been trying to do.
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Just FYI, If my commision slots are full, feel free to DM anyways and I might get to you when I'm done! I'll have a status of my slot availability on my intro post :-}
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Sometimes I draw in different styles, even rarer I post them. If you've seen a post of mine in a specific art style and you say, hey I like that but don't see a price I'm more than willing to negotiate something reasonable!
also, I'm pretty flexible in what to draw. Want a sketch page similar to Castiel's? Go ahead and ask! Want a ref sheet, ask! If you have something in mind that isn't listed here, go ahead and ask and if its reasonable, and I can accept comms atm, Im sure we can work something out!
My DMs are also open on Tumblr and Tik Tok, and all my socials go under the same user. Toodles!
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