This is a post that really has everything and nothing to do with natural hair. I met my friend Tabasha Paige through a mutual friend (my friend, her cousin Jaime) on Facebook. She sent me a message stating:
“Don’t think I am crazy, I know we aren’t really friends but your hair is awesome!”
That is all it took. From then friend requests were sent and accepted and what started out as a love for natural hair, bloomed into a shared love for 70’s, 80’s & 90’s music and further blossomed into a wonderful friendship. I wrote this post to celebrate her life and not have her remembered for her tragic death.
Tabasha and I have a shared belief that for whatever emotions you are feeling there is a song out there that was written just for that moment and we would often share youtube clips on our FB walls. Whether we were drooling over Prince, bopping along to cheesy 80’s RnB, or shocking our friends with our eclectic taste for classic rock or worldwide indie grooves there was a mutual love and respect as music is the universal language.
We once determined that our friendship song was Joe Cocker’s, Beatles Cover – With A Little Help From My Friends (Most of you would remember this as the theme song from The Wonder Years)
We were also lovers of remakes, here’s another Beatle’s song (go figure) covered by Carlos Santana ft. India Arie – While My Guitar Gently Weeps
In a time of comfort there is no better song than this The Pretenders – I’ll Stand By You
We were always on a search for the obscure, trying to wow one another with a song the other had never heard. She introduced me to this cut Theophilus London – Flying Overseas
Since we always loved throwbacks, I thought it fitting to share this, Tabasha you are finally free! Deniece Williams – Free
I leave you here with final words from Tabasha, a blog she wrote entitled Passing Thoughts:
Ever feel like you visualize the perfect picture and then somehow possess a hard copy? As you gaze at the picture in hand, a sense of motivation, dedication, eagerness, and inspiration come into you unpolluted, undiluted. Suddenly you look up and everything around you is crumbling. In a hysteric rage, you crumble that picture and it’s perfection. A ray of sunshine peers through the rumbles that was your world. It’s enough to warm your heart. Put a smile on your face. You remember the crumbled picture and smooth it to again gaze upon it’s beauty. It’s not as perfect as it once was, but still beautiful. Somewhere down the line, many storms have come. That picture has been crumble many a time. It’s beauty has vanished in the creases and folds. The picture is no longer clear… I wish I could remember what I’m trying to forget.
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