Musinique
Musinique makes AI tools to promote Indie artists and Indie voices.
This podcast is to share any art from those voices that can be put in audio form, poems, spoken words, news casts, etc.
More info can be found at Musinique https://www.musinique.com
Musinique also has a record label and publishing company to create and support independent thought and art. In particular, charging artists to get on playlists rather than adding them based on an honest reaction to their music is a major pain point for struggling artists. Our playlists search tool (coming soon) will easily allow indie artists to find playlists with integrity and avoid the exploitative "A&R" people. Musinique writes lots of protest songs in our belief that the power of music and compassion is a better path for change than hate. Our resident poet, Nik Bear Brown, also creates spoken word compositions and reads public domain poems (typically pre-1929). Musinique also produces language learning, music learning and reading enhancement songs for the 501 (c3) non-profit Humanitarians AI.https://www.humanitarians.ai/
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Letter from a Region in My Mind | Spoken Word (Nik Bear Brown)
Musinique resident poet and song writer Nik Bear Brown made a spoken word interpretation of James Baldwin's “Letter from a Region in My Mind,” The New Yorker (Nov. 17, 1962)
“A civilization is not destroyed by wicked people; it is not necessary that people be wicked but only that they be spineless.”
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1962/11/17/letter-from-a-region-in-my-mind
A civilization is not destroyed by wicked peopleIt is not necessary that people be wickedBut only that they be spineless
They turn their heads and blink too slowThey hear the screams but never goThey let the lie repeat and swellAnd silence does the work of hell
In the region of my mind where rage meets graceI see a boy with a fire-creased faceHe asked, “Must I hate to survive this land?”And no one reached to take his hand
We tell them kneel, then call them lowWe chain the truth and call it snowWe ask them peace, then feed them fearAnd wonder why the blood runs near
They handed me a cross and a flagSaid both would save me if I sangBut both were used to build the wallAnd neither caught me when I’d fall
Hold your soul, don’t sell it cheapEven if you cry, don’t let them weepEven if your voice shakes lowSay the thing they fear you know
I met God in a jailhouse prayerAnd doubt in a marble preacher’s glareAnd I found myself where I was lost—Where Blackness bore both crown and cross
No chains can hold the truth for longAnd silence never righted wrongA nation breaks from fear, not fightA spine must rise to birth the lightAmen
Produced by Musinique, LLChttps://www.musinique.com
If you like alternative music, please support Musinique artists by following them on Spotify
https://nikbear.musinique.comhttps://parvati.musinique.comhttps://mayfield.musinique.comhttps://liam.musinique.comhttps://newton.musinique.comhttps://tuzi.musinique.comhttps://humanitarians.musinique.com