Square and Circles

There's a feeling that I get every so often that I feel like I'm out of place. To be direct, it feels like I was born in the wrong era. Like my birth was mistimed and I ended up in the wrong place. To be honest I really feel like I should be living in my parents time.

I just think- racism, segregation, the absence of today's technology and the presence of unadulterated human drive. How would all this affect me? If I was to march in GSU's band in the 60's or the 70's...or if I was to even be a student at Grambling at that time. I know the campus was alot smaller back then. The elements had the upper hand in all the facilities. The cafeteria wasn't as big and diverse as it is. The men and women thought an entirely different way. I just wonder. The old dorms. The absence of vast technology, I think, made people more social. The Grambling that we see today was built on the endurance of generations of former Gramblinites. To live in a time like that...

To live in the same era as the epitomized Earth, Wind, and Fire. They are my favorite musical artists now as it is. I wonder how my musical perspective would be shaped if I were to have witnessed these men in person at their peak...

In a time when all black people had was each other (honestly all we STILL have is each other). I wonder, how would my perspective about my peers change? I've never been faced with a situation like that, but yet I feel as if I could live it.

Is it honestly that my mentality sticks out because the era that I presently live in needs the era that I think in? Or is the situation reversed? Am I an old soul, misplaced in a new world?

This is one of about 18 thought processes that I go through every single day...

I wonder if that's a quality of the previous generation as well..? hmm

My Sport (Our Sport)

My sport our sport...

Where 8 to 5 isn't a span of time, related to the working man
Where 8 to 5 is a distance between now and the next
Where moving 8 to 5 is like an 8 to 5

When tradition meets culture
Where tradition means everything
How tradition is mantained.

Where the fifth quarter doesn't mean overtime
But rather the time spent over the course of many nights
Spent relentlessly to achieve the status of preparation

My sport our sport...

The only sport spent taking place in the same place as another sport
We go hand in hand, not as a child and his parent, or as spouses would
But rather as 1...yes as 1. Not 2 but one. That makes us a system.

Black lines and dots on white paper are our breakfast
Asphalt and grass are our lunch. thirsty? sweat and blood
If we eat healthy, our opponents are our dinner

Never before has precision been this crucial
Criticism is our yellow flag, and the penalty hurts our very NAME
Musicianship, athleticism, bond, endurance, focus, love, drive.

All under one name- BAND

My sport our sport...