Heather A. Faison, AKA Haftime, is the young whippersnapper with her ears to the street. I’m the old fogey who’s trying desperately to keep up with what’s new and hot.
This week, Haftime solved a few mysteries on singers I’ve been hearing but could not identify, put me on to some new hip-hop and forced me to critique my hometown hero. Sigh.
Check it out:
Heather Faison's favorite VIBE cover: "This cover came out around the time I rededicated my life to God. The irony of him holding a white dove with the sullied cityline in the background was striking artistically. And the headline is a rhetorical 'no'. You can almost hear the editors chuckling at the thought"
8:30 this morning. I’m speeding up the Parkway, on my way to the Apple store to get my computer fixed. My Blackberry pings. I check it, knowing I shouldn’t cause I’m driving.
It’s an email from Heather Faison, a writer and dear reader of this blog. I read the first two lines of what she wrote and I was confused. It was a reflection on the end of Vibe. But she was writing like she worked there. As far as I knew, she hadn’t.
One eye on the parkway. One eye on my Blackberry. Two paragraphs in. I understood.
And I put my Blackberry on the seat of my car and cried.
I feel the loss of Vibe in a certain way. But I did it. I ran through the halls. I wrote a few cover stories. I looked up at the mountain in awe and scaled it.
Too many writers like Heather won’t have the chance to make a literary dream come true.
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