Ave, ye pictorial pilgrims out there!
Apparently, it’s Black History Month in the UK, and to be honest, I couldn’t really tell what’s going on in London. That said, being at the Royal Festival Hall yesterday for the yearly Celebration of Life concert, in a way it highlights an importance of why there should be a celebration and appreciation for life, irrespective of one’s race, colour or creed. Every year, The Metropolitan Black Police Association put on a concert in support of the Revival anti-violence campaign ‘which focuses on the need to cherish and respect all life’.
Yesterday’s event was a sell-out gig, although you couldn’t tell by the number of empty seats at the beginning of the show. That said, why would that suprise me? It never ceases to amaze me how a certain stereotype is an actual fact, which in my opinion, is not a racist remark. That’s right, folks: When it comes to the concept of time-keeping, the majority of my people just don’t have that in-built mechanism to comprehend the importance of time! Don’t even get me started!
But I digress. The line up was as impressive as it could be, with no ‘hippity-hoppity-half down with my pants-yeh!-Yeh-Yeh!‘ nonsense to go. It was all Soul, gospel, jazz and chilled reggae. That’s right: I make no excuses! I’m Old-School, damn it!
We had Ms. Carleen Anderson:
Mr Maxi Priest:
Ms. Yolanda Brown:
And of course, The London Gospel Community Choir:
To everyone who made yesterdays event a success, kudos to you. Here’s to more concerts and God Willing, no more senseless killings of our youth on the streets.