Shri Rama

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by Hayg Boyadjian for his Granddaughter on her 13th Birthday
haygboya@rcn.com

Shri Rama means servant of God. When I lived in Washington DC (Oh what fabulous museums!)I met many musicians. The first one who "took me home" to his studio and his buddies is named Shri Rama. A Sufi, he worships god by dancing, working into a holy frenzy and creating music that is joyful. In this first studio, I heard Farrakan on a recording. Yes, On the first day! The musicians we're sitting still, concentrating on his words. So was I. I thought maybe I was going to be killed right then! Later, after working at WPFW, the Jazz station, I learned not to be scared. That some people needed to seperate before they come re-join the community. Much like the early feminists. We too needed to seperate from men, learn to define ourselves and THEN come back into general society. I said MANY TIMES that the language I heard spoken in Washington among African Americans around my age was exactly the same as the language of feminism. Change women for black and there you have it. That is what drew me to the station. I was Poo Poo'ed alot, but I stood my ground. I knew that MLK started this wave of change! Well, many, many of us, Chinese American, Samoan American, Southern American at that wonderful station folded a whole lot of paper and organized a whole lot of fundraisers and drank a whole lot of juice and ate bushels of cookies. I loved it there. And I loved Shri Rama for showing me around, playing his guitar in his cab and playing his brand of gentle rock. Thank you Shri.

Bye Bye