SOMETHING CAME UP

I was gonna write an answer to Rockin Robins post about Jac Dutronc, but something came up. I started writing, but then I had to take a break to get some coffee or whatever, and when I came back my email was a-blinkin.

When I opened the email it was the saddest news one could get. Little Ebba and her pacemakers and whatnots have suffered yet another heart attack and is currently in hospital. It was pure luck that I got the news, cause I haven't spoken to her in a while, and I don't really have any other contact information than her phone number. But, listen to this - she has a son! And she asked him to contact me, which he did. Apparently he found my email online (shouldn't be too hard I guess) and emailed me the sad news, along with a little greeting from Ebba herself. It said:

"Hello Kid. I don't think it's time just yet, but if I go then you keep on keeping on". That's it. She's not a very sentimental woman I suppose. Unbeknownst to her I've been working on this song about her for almost a year, but it's still not finished, and I would really want her to hear it before she goes to any other place. Tupac wondered if heaven's got a ghetto, and if it does I'm sure she is gonna sit there in her apartment, listening to her records and smoke her weed while the sad world outside lingers on without her knowing it. Without her knowing that time marches on, even if you try to make everything stand still.

I can't wait to ask her about her son. Who is he? Is he the son of a famous rockstar or country singer? The lady has been around, that's for sure, but she never told me she had kids. He "sounded" american in his email, but I guess my guess is as good as yours.

She probably wouldn't like this song that I'm about to show you, but I don't know, we've never talked about hip-hop in other terms than about it's poetry. I've explained how vocally I'm using rap music as an instrument when creating songs. The rhyming, the swagger, we've gone through it all and I've asked her about it's roots, people such as Curtis Mayfield and his likes, all of them very familiar to Ebbas ears. Anyway, this song (which was later turned into the more familiar "Changes", released post-mortal by his asshole record label) is asking some of the very questions a poor old lady living in the ghetto might ask.

But I think she'd prefer the King so I'ma gonna put that up as well.

I wonder what happened to Aaron, her cat. Hope he is taken care of.