GRACE JONES / “Corporate Cannibal”

grace jones 22.jpg “This is my voice, my weapon of choice.” Oh, Grace, you too bad. Walking down the street with the truth in your mouth. Grace, you too bad.

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grace jones 14.jpg Here are the facts.
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grace jones 23.jpg What more do you need? Wait. I know. For most of us “seeing is believing.” (The hip only got to hear it to know if it makes sense.) Grace has a video for “Corporate Cannibal” that is tres dangerous. See what Grace is saying here.
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grace jones 21.jpg She came back to save us from ourselves but realized that she was also obliged to save herself, to tell her own truths. Hurricanehas nine cuts. They all sound exactly like Jones. Even when we don’t know what the hell she is talking about, we get the message. Even without translation, we understand it’s all about something. Which is far, far hipper than understanding a song that ain’t about nothing.
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grace jones 17.jpg I confess, I thought she was gone. Way past fifty. Sure her days of shocking us in our sleep were done with—especially given that old flesh excites no body. But there is a feeling beyond flesh. Breath is a deeper intelligence than touch. We can lie with our hands, even has we embrace be holding back but we can’t (with)hold our breath but for so long. All of us must inhale/exhale to survive. We all suck up oxygen. Not all of us consciously exhale truth. Not all of us are ready to be on the ones and twos (one=take in the truth; two=give out the truth). Grace returns and exhales all over us. We listen to her breathing and are forced to make a choice: Lie here on the corporate plate and continue to be eaten. Fly away from the state: “take those fangs out my neck!”
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grace jones 20.jpg What I like about Hurricane is how Grace shines the spotlight on Grace. How she understands that even amazing Grace got issues to give up, even a state of Grace must be relinquished. I like Slave To The Rhythm a bit more for the long form of the music, but, wow, the sheer and severe subversion of Hurricane’s lyrics is stunning. The view from the basement floor of a house set afire.
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grace jones 19.jpeg This is life. Fight fear with a love of struggle. Don’t settle for answers. Keep asking questions. Keep churning. Be a hurricane. My job has been to spread the word. Once you have heard the word, whether you like it or not, the next move is yours. —Kalamu ya Salaam

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