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The Last Real Gentleman

The last REAL GENTLEMAN – many a youth could learn from Leonard’s nature and charisma. The greatest song writer and poet of past and modern times.

Why You All Need To Listen To The Mighty Vinnie. This Is A Rapper!!! This is A Minstrel

I had previously published this under the title, “I NEED DRUGS – NOT!!!” I am a connoisseur of real music. I am 61 years old and many are surprised at the genre of music I listen to. I do listen to all era’s of music, but my everyday is who I speak of in this ‘Walk With Dann’. By ‘real’, I mean music in which there is lyrics that actually convey a message or story.  Do not see much of that nowadays in this ‘so-called’ hip hop/rap genre.    A song is meant to convey a message or enlighten one’s  inner soul. Musician’s were and are “minstrels”.  Minstrel defined by the dictionary as, “ singer who performed songs whose lyrics told stories of different places or of existing or imaginary events.   Although minstrels told their own tales, often they would memorize and embellish the works of others “.   Who are the top few I consider minstrels?    Here are a few that I have mad respect for what they are speaking to the youth of today. Ill Bill and his brother Necro Vinnie

SHE IS MY SMILE

Tú eres la razón por la que tengo esperanza. Tú eres la razón por la que me despierto cada día. Tú eres la belleza que calienta mi corazón.

EVEN TOUGH GUYS SHED TEARS

I have had the anguish of  losing many friends and family over the past sixty-one years. I have lost a few of my children. My mother was murdered and made me promise on her death bed not to retaliate. Hard promise to keep, yet, I kept it. I normally do not cry over death. But, I cry over my dear friend’s, Sheena Eve’s, passing. It was such a tragic one. I cry everyday. Every morning. Every night. When I awake and she is the first thought in my mind, I know she is telling me all will work out. I miss her and so do all of her friends. Sheena Eve was a living Angel and now as she sits in Valhalla she is a celestial Angel. Yet, although I shed no tears over my sons passing or even that of my mother, I cry many tears daily over Sheena Eve’s. The only passing in my life that has affected me this way. My LightHouse gift (curse) of seeing dead people and premonition does not allow me the courtesy  of blocking my emotions. And therefore every time I see Sheena Eve’s p