I’d envision the music from “Textures of a Southern Soul” a year prior being performed on the shores of St. Helena Island on land that was cultivated by black bodies. We started the concert early because it started to rain but no one wanted to leave. It was magical, peaceful and carthatic. This event began as a Responsible ARTistry initiative to provide ease and music as medicine and it will organically go where it needs to. I’ll be sharing that growth soon, but in the meantime be kind to yourself and to each other.
Take a moment and listen to the sound I’ve curated for this post.
Produced by my husband “Mr. BounceBack”
