An intinerant scholar and a believer in Emperor Selassie, it's a shame few reggae musicians know or dared to meet with until her death last year, though she rarely gave interview at the Hilltop Monastery she chose as home,
Her music have snowballed into the avalanche that stills my music deep in the night half asleep, halfedy listening to and healing in response to the ironing of my astral tentacles.
It's the Ethiopian remedy to words in sound found, Western Classical she calls it, her piano solos are a spinal taps and nerve wracks and sound static, she's the barefooted nun, because Toph is barefooted, the pressure pad of the brain lies beneath our toes and she knows them too well. And she says 'listen' still.
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