Posted on Thursday 03 of May, 2007 [01:01:15 UTC]

Jacqueline Amos Born in Harlem, Author, Poet, Artist and R@B singer, Jacqueline surrounded her self with the exceptional expertise musicians and vocalist, she begin singing at the age of 18, trained at Medgar Evers College, Jacqueline started gigging at an early age, it prepared her for the new revolution of Blues and Jazz, her creativeness didn’t stop at being a blues singer, it took her to another level of education. Jacqueline a graduate of Medgar Evers College minored and majored in Education and the Arts.
When I think about the poet and Author Jacqueline Amos, I often reflect on the times of Cotton Club Comes To Harlem with Lady Blues, Billy Holiday, the reflection sends a light of the times of the 1940’s, the horns that plays from the direct spirit of Blues, and the sounds of the pass, which reverts through the mike of Lady Blues Jackie, this vibrant cry, take me to the cotton club brings the applauds from the audience, Jacqueline not only a literarily writer but a composer who gets down and dirty at times, singing the flows of which she refer to her ancestors, the cries from the mike, my mama done told me, I was a country girl, but I took a chance on the silver meter to release my pain, through this heroic symposium, of blues and poetic compositions, she let the world feel the revolution of composition.

I’se Country Girl deep from the south pick plenty of cotton and milked many cows, she goes into a trans as she sings, release my spirit look out; here comes the spirit that lives within, Billy holiday presents, she sings as the sweat surrounds the implementation of her brow, play those down home blues she cries at the keyboard, let me step out my form, and take on the presence of the ancestors who brought me to a new form of blues. The southern blues is the style of lady blues; her dynamic style portrays Billy Holliday, Bessie Smith, Etta James,

Earthier Kit,” My man Doesn’t Love Me” Billy Holiday, and many exceptional lady blues singers, her high light is differently original, with that misty forte of blues aesthetics “ Many say she is the resurrection of the past. Lady blues Jackie compose on the rhythm of the bars of notes; the melody instantly forms a historic symphony of blues. Lady Blues portray the 40’s in her conservatory of originals, feeling the soul that lives within her, her vocal style at times resemble Bessie Smith, and many masters of the blues. Lady Blues also creates a forum the back door blues.

Jacqueline Mentor Billy Holiday, Bessie Smith, Lenis Guess, B.B King, many celebrities of blues, Jacqueline states I lived around the components of blues, simplified through the history of my family genes, I take on a new preservation of modern blues and jazz, with a touch of honey that sticks to my ribs, the legends that lives through me, The symposium preceded a performance of blues related to the compositions of her poetry, the pain of pleasure one might say sadistic in the format of relevance, the association of pain and pleasure, Lady Blues Jackie have been performing since the age of 19 relating to the stories of her family tree, I think she is genuinely please to release the sounds that are instill through birth, Jacqueline speaks of her auntie Louise Corley, she perform in the clubs of Harlem, which she has now passed on, she speaks of the time when she watched her auntie perform for her family, hoping that one day she could do the same, her father a southern a lover of music as well as her mother, it runs through the genes, as well as her sister, but the voices of originality presents the blues as she was back in the 1940’s as well as her poetic compositions, the rebirth of Harriet Tubman as wells Langston Hughes,

When I think about the blues the ninety century, often think about the struggle of black power, and the banners upon there arms, and the corners of seventh avenue, and the juke joints and t he night in Harlem, and the blues serenest, but yet I think about the blow your horn, and the dizzy Gillespie who played

the southern songs. A symposium on poetry, and jazz that featured the greasy hair, the pen stripe suits, and lady sings the blues, down on seventh avenue the performance cried, bring back black pride, I often reflect on the times, big domino who played the key board, and the sweat of his brow, sing black boy, as your key board flow, Sarah von steps out into the crowed, I knew she was genuinely please, strutting her style, all those ladies in their conform style, never missed the flower in her hair,

As the lady song the blues although his awkward walk and stilted gestures reflected the physical pain she was trying so hard to hide, She was a lady in deed, crying the pain, from her heart, oh in this misery of preformatted pain, and the tears that cried, as the joy she spread, perforated suicide as she cried for help, under the code of black jazz, hiding the pain. I also remember, bitter sweet, a symposium of black jazz, featured in the cry, my man he doesn’t love me treats me oh so mean. The nature of jazz, with its Anesthesia of musical and literary innovations, " is an arbitrary term at best and that allusions to jazz/blues. The day that lady died, t he ultimate confusion of pain, the soul cannot stay within the body, if it is subsided with overwhelming pain. In this mist of blues, the conception of history, that contemns the summary of slow death, but the spirit of its cause continue to live, for the voices from the grave, continue to sing, the songs of Billy Holliday, the mist of the blues. the seemingly immortal Lady Day, is gone

Through out this symmetry of blues, the soul creates emotions, of the struggles, just to stay alive, the pain and the suggestions of survival in the 19th century, to perform under all cause, it has be the struggles of those who un fold a ladder that we shall climb, never forgetting the shoulders that stood, for those to climb, the mastery of greatness.

The solitude of greatness, the death of white powder, the intimacy just to stay alive, oh the white poison, to float on clouds, And the devil who lived within, the sterilize needlepoint of death, as it retrieve greatness through the vain. The indoctrination of slave to jazz, under all odds must be played; treated less than a man, and the blues junkies, who continued

o befoul, the greatness of musicians, nevertheless they took it as a man. A plate of freedom, a moment of freedom shall enhance the liberties that have been generated through the blood of those who you stand upon their shoulders of greatness, a cup of antipathy shall enlighten all those things, of greatness that lives within you, the saddle of a warriors, proclamation that can only be, subscribed through your DNA. Oh by yet the mountains of yearnings that great endowment shall leave, prescriptions of great wealth. But oh the fistful yearning shall forever win the battles of its cause. The shield of tears, shall be.

The tears of joy, implemented through the struggles and hardships, that one day be your glory. Oh this list less journey, purpose by the struggles and commitment of change, shall bring forth great witness upon the world. Oh shields of laughter shall smile, when the journey was granted though sweat and tears. Oh but a penny is not gold, and a nickel is not silver, but the struggles of a warrior is worth a diamond of its hard work and achievement of self and soul. The burning buildings, and t he gun shot rings, the planted death chants, that live upon your door, but I shall rise in the morning, as those before me, the ghettos of the slave masters reformat, is not much different today, oh the chains are heavy upon my mind, and the weight have challenged my spirit of soul, but the light I walk upon t he east, have generated through my journey, a house upon the hill, my richness are nothing if I didn't have a dream, but my journey continues to challenge my hopes, I continue to write about the past and now.
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Posted on Sunday 22 of May, 2005 [15:12:00 UTC]