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Chicago, IL – panorama of the Kedzie Green line station shot by Keith M. Kelley with a Samsung Galaxy Note 5.
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Here is a recently discovered recording of “A Shitty Poem” from “Electric Poetry” my unreleased solo album. Yes, all the sounds you hear are me (thanks to phrase sampling and looping). Enjoy!
I have had text-to-voice recite my poetry this year. I think it’s hilarious. It also helps me work out rhythm and punctuation. Also I like hearing dispassionate voices uttering profanity. Stay tuned for more installments. This is a blitz poem on education. Enjoy!
I wrote this series of Eintou poetry to be performed on May 8, 2017 at the Chicago Academy of Music Conservatory’s celebration of music icon Brother Kelan Phil Cohran’s 90th birthday at the historic St. Adalbert’s Catholic Church in the Pilsen community. I was honored to perform with Robert ‘Baabe” Irving III on keyboards, Junius Paul on bass, Duke Payne on saxophone, and Kahil El Zabar on percussion as Brother Kelan watched from a “throne” onstage. Unfortunately, I ran over my allotted time (imagine that, a long-winded poet), and I was unable to present them during the actual performance. As an artist, I owe a great debt to Brother Kelan. The reason the Funky Wordsmyths album features two odd-metered compositions is because our late Musical Director, Oscar “Bobo” Brown III, was another one of his students (like Earth Wind & Fire). Brother Kelan Phil Cohran’s vision, dedication, and commitment to using his gifts for the benefit of black people (and society as a whole) have been a great inspiration for generations of musicians and artists.
Peace, Blessings & Thanks to Brother Kelan Phil Cohran!
Is his first name.
One time he told me that,
“The Blackman is a creator!
Make your own instrument.”
A healing art.
Rhythm and harmony
Uplift the spirit, heart, and mind.
In the right hands,
It’s a weapon
Is a song that
Features the frankephone,
A thumb piano invented
To create great music
By Kelan Phil
More teachers than
Some teachers have students.
His impact is exponential!
That’s because he gives back:
Each one; teach one
Black Power Music man
Waging war one note at a time
Are called “blessings.’
His cup runneth over!
And his tribe flourishes and grows
The village it takes to
Raise a child is
Resorting to street violence.
Contemplating stars as
For the Cohrans,
Is the family business.
Generations of them have shared
Their musical blessings
I’ve witnessed it
Sounds so soothing
As it’s plucked and strummed by
The hands of a master harpist.
Carry your gear
In and out of your gig
So… you can just be, “an artist”
Or so you don’t have to
Carry in all
Kelan stays fit
Because he eats right and
He is often… his own roadie.
Whatever he does… works!
Still gigging and
For teaching us
Is not limited to four-four
Signatures and c-scales.
There’s so much more
By Keith M. Kelley
Murder will always be, “a tragedy-“
but let’s be honest here, it’s not unique.
Chiraq’s murder rate’s a catastrophe.
Being “murdered by cop?” Man, that’s, “boutique!”
Yes, murder is always, “a tragedy-“
When ignorance snuffs another young life
And shrugs it off as, “how it’s gotta be”
Then we have grown “accustomed” to the strife.
Murder will always be, “a tragedy-“
If all lives don’t matter- why even try?
We’ll just keep watching it keep happening
You know, “it-“ letting black and brown men die!
I’m just stating what you already knew
Most of the hands that take black lives ain’t blue.