Dreaming of Robert Glasper
My surge in activity landed me with a horrible head cold and laryngitis – thank goodness I’m a writer and not a singer is all I can say. Thursday, I went to see the Robert Glasper Experiment at the newly renovated Civic Theater. And because it was a school night and my babysitter is in high school, I had to leave just as they were warming up. I’m not the only person/parent who has trouble seeing live music anymore – 10PM start time is just too late especially because it said he was coming on at 8PM and especially for those of us that depend on our sleep to thrive.
Robert Glasper just came out with Black Radio II – the first CD, Black Radio, is fantastic and if you buy no other music this year, this is the one you need to buy. As Glasper says on II, “90% of what is on the radio is whack” – so he’s raising the bar too many notches to count.
I went with a friend who also has young children, so it was with our heads hanging that we left and went to our cars 40 minutes into their set.
I came home and got in bed and dreamed of Glasper – sitting at the keyboards grooving out here in New Orleans. All was not lost.