In February, we spoke to legendary artist Gil Scott-Heron—“the black Bob Dylan,” the “Godfather of Rap”—at length in advance of his four-show stint at tiny Tin Angel. It was entirely snowed out (damn you, Snowpocalypse!!), and Scott-Heron makes up the dates this week. The following are some pithy highlights from our chat, which you can read in its entirety here.
On when he’ll record again:
”A lot of people tell me that they like my records, but they don’t buy them! So how the fuck would I know?”
Do you feel like you were put here to make music?
”No, I was put here because my mother and father loved each other. That’s how you have babies.”
On his stint at Rikers Island correctional facility:
”You know, it was just jail. You can get a good card game, watch the ball game.”
Sat., May 29
7:30pm and 9:30pm
Sun., May 30
6pm and 8:30pm
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"Cathartic? No man, I don’t have no catharsis and shit like that. Don’t expect no motherfuckin’ psychoanalysis or personal introspections on wax. We were just talking."
Time for a big Bang breakthrough?