As I write this, I’m listening to my playlist and searching on Google for a photo that is worth the scope in reference to the title of this post today. I found this one and what better face to represent the genre of Cool then the late, great, Marvin Gaye. His music was and is a soundtrack for this generation.
I’ve been thinking a lot about yesterdays gone by…and the one thing that keeps coming to my mind is the disappearance of the Cool Black Brother. There was a time when you saw Black men, it was like watching poetry in motion. The way they talked, walked, and expressed themselves–art in reality. There was a certain syncopation and movement that these brothers had. Their bodies were well-formed; toned, naturally muscular, and yet, they had such stealth and dexterity. The had a certain dip when they walked–it was righteous and unusual. Like cats–their movement was smooth. And that was only matched by the way they talked. Cool Black men talked like no other. Every word was like listening to Shakespeare with dotes of clever colloquialisms, observations, wrapped in congeniality and blessed with finesse. They were never boring and could master the mundane, making it unusual and interesting.
I look at young Black men today and there is just something missing. There is no energy in them. They lack the cool of their forefathers. And I worry about that.
America would be boring had it not been for the cool Black brothers. They created Jazz, R & B, Funk, and Rap. They mastered sports–taking it to new levels. They were inventors, creative stylists, revolutionaries, actors, preachers, teachers, and poets.
I want to see them again. I miss them terribly.