For some strange reason I can relate to, The Tropic in New York by Claude McKay, in a not so homesick kind of way. The more times I’ve read the poem, the more I understood its not just about missing home, its simply about missing. Missing something that was apart of your creation, your growth, your way of being.  Anything your heart once had and now desires. After coming to that conclusion it instantly brought my grandma to my attention. Although she wasn’t a place her love was like home, like the warm feeling of the sun on your skin, or the first meal after a fast, it was necessary. However like the author, what I was missing, could never come back.

            Like Claude McKay, something as simple as walking by a fruit stand, breaks his coping mechanism, forcing him to only focus on the missing; something I struggle with as well. This short E.P I put together are just a few songs that breaks my coping mechanism and focuses my attention on my missing, my grandma. Although they don’t all mesh well or have the same flow or beat or feeling, my reaction is always the same. Tears of sadness and joy all bottled up into two eyes.

Silly – Deniece Williams – R&B/Soul

Long as I Got King Jesus – Vickie Winans – Christian & Gospel 

Midnight Train to Georgia – Gladys Knight – R&B/Soul

Reasons – Earth, Wind & Fire – R&B/Soul

Tonight Is The Night – Berry Wright – R&B/Soul

Clean Up Woman – Betty Wright – R&B/Soul