Miss Badu

From a Discman on the streets of Belgrano to an iPod on the Yamanote Line, she’s been singing me through life one location at a time. Finally saw her live last night. Draped in a white and black checkered cloak and donning a blue top hat, she took us all to therapy.

Butterflies, sun, moon, stones, water, trees,

her songs bring us back to the birds and the bees.

Whether she’s telling me to Call Tyrone,

with her Billie Holidayesque saxophone,

Or claiming her Window Seat,

accompanied by a digital drum beat,

She reminds us of the joy and suffering of being alive,

How we all “just want a chance to cry, a chance to fly, and a long bye-bye.”