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The Colored Section
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Democracy and Elections:
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DrugReporter:
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Election 2008:
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Environment:
Dear Mr. Next President -- Food, Food, Food
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ForeignPolicy:
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Health and Wellness:
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Hurricane Katrina:
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Immigration:
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Media and Technology:
John McCain Sows the Seeds of Hatred
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Movie Mix:
The "Battle in Seattle" and Beyond
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Reproductive Justice and Gender:
Obama vs. McCain on Equal Pay
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Rights and Liberties:
Telecoms' Holy Grail of Internet Profits Is the Next Frontier in Corporate Spying
Timothy Karr
Sex and Relationships:
Why Everyone Loves Hot, Smart Older Women
Vanessa Richmond
War on Iraq:
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Water:
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Lizzy Ratner
Outfitted in a bright green tie dyed men's dress shirt that looked a size too big, Donnie was jumping up and down like a boxer waiting in his corner of the ring. It was right before his show in Brooklyn this summer, and this new artist was ready to float like a butterfly and throw some musical punches.
Once he entered the stage, it was clear that his presence and audience interaction were second to none. It wasn't long before my friends and I were repeating lyrics we'd just heard and jamming like we had his debut CD, The Colored Section, memorized. The band, the back up vocalists, the audience and Donnie himself created music together. There was a sense of connection and shared energy that only the best performers can foster. With such an outstanding show, I had my doubts about his ability to capture all that on disc, but I was pleasantly proven wrong.
Donnie, unlike other "neo soul" artists, reaches back into time for old school R&B, jazz and ragtime melodies. With a voice reminiscent of another Donny (Hathaway) and musical accompaniment that has a Stevie Wonder quality, Donnie's debut album leaves the listener feeling good all over.
You're "Welcomed to the Colored Section" by Donnie's smooth crooning on a song that sounds like it could be lifted from an old southern black Baptist church hymnal. Lyrically, the song expresses Donnie's desire to invite the listener into the world of black people and the pain that often accompanies that existence. This sets the tone for the CD's racially charged lyrics.
In track two Donnie expresses the joy of being a dark skinned black man who realizes he's beautiful in spite of society's skewed standards of beauty. He proclaims, "I'm not a nigger, I'm a Negro, when I become a nigger I'll let you know." Such empowering refrains are laced through each track and lounge comfortably on the music arranged for them.
Cloud 9 is the next track. This is the song that has been released as a single, but unfortunately does not get much commercial radio play. I first heard Donnie's Cloud 9 on my family's satellite radio. The strength of his voice hit me and I couldn't help but smile. Another ode to loving the black body, this song expresses admiration for black hair and all its power.
People Person is a wonderful testament to the good and bad in all of us. He speaks of a pusher who will sell you any drug you want except on the Sabbath and a preacher who lusts for the deacon board. He asks, "Who are we to give up on anyone?" Who are we to judge because no one is perfect.
The song that most adeptly highlights the heights of Donnie's lyrical genius is Big Black Buck. With a distinct ragtime circus sound, Donnie speaks of consumption and materialism within the black community. Lifting the beginning of a popular children's chant he begins, "Mama's little baby is nothing but a consumer, never making a profit, rendering empty pockets." The Big Black Buck is both the black buying force and a personified black slave whipped and brought to his knees. The modern day slavery of the capitalist system is exposed in a satirical and playful way.
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