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05-27-2011, 05:34 PM
R.I.P Gil-Scott Heron
05-27-2011, 05:35 PM
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05-27-2011, 05:36 PM
oh fuck. RIP. So blessed to see him.
05-27-2011, 05:40 PM
That 2010 set means so much more to me now
05-27-2011, 05:41 PM
05-27-2011, 05:42 PM
No Bueno. RIP
05-27-2011, 05:43 PM
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05-27-2011, 05:50 PM
Gil Scott-Heron, Poet And Musician, Has Died
Gil Scott-Heron died Friday afternoon in New York. He was 62. The influential poet and musician is often credited with being one of the progenitors of hip-hop, and is best known for the spoken-word piece "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised."
Scott-Heron was born in Chicago in 1949. He spent his early years in Jackson, Tenn., attended high school in The Bronx, and spent time at Pennsylvania's Lincoln University before settling in Manhattan. His recording career began in 1970 with the album Small Talk at 125th and Lenox, which featured the first version of "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised." The track has since been referenced and parodied extensively in pop culture.
Scott-Heron continued to record through the 1970s and early '80s, before taking a lengthy hiatus. He briefly returned to the studio for 1994's Spirits. That album featured the track "Message to the Messengers," in which Scott-Heron cautions the hip-hop generation that arose in his absence to use its newfound power responsibly. He has been cited as a key influence by many in the hip-hop community — such as rapper-producer Kanye West, who closed his platinum-selling 2010 album My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy with a track built around a sample of Scott-Heron's voice.
Scott-Heron struggled with substance abuse for much of his career, and spent the 2000s in and out of jail on drug possession charges. He began performing again after his release in 2007, and in 2010 released a new album, I'm New Here, to widespread critical acclaim.
05-27-2011, 05:54 PM
So happy to have seen him.
05-27-2011, 06:00 PM
That sucks. Rip
05-27-2011, 06:05 PM
Damn. His Coachella set was beautiful.
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05-27-2011, 06:14 PM
Holy shit. RIP, Gil. It was good to see you.
05-27-2011, 06:55 PM
05-27-2011, 07:09 PM
Gil Scott-Heron was my best act of 2010 Coachella. I had no idea he was only 62. His message was so powerful. R.I.P.
05-27-2011, 07:14 PM
pretty bummed about this one. R.I.P. to a true visionary.
05-27-2011, 07:19 PM
Fuckin shame R.I.P.
05-27-2011, 07:31 PM
05-27-2011, 07:48 PM
That 2010 set means so much more to me now
came here to post exactly this. went in as a precaution to get a decent spot for la roux and knowing only "revolution". left knowing i'd just seen a master at his craft.
and la roux's crowd sucked.
05-27-2011, 07:58 PM
And La Roux sucks, but that's really neither here nor there.
05-27-2011, 08:58 PM
The revolution will not be televised ... It'll be on twitter.
05-27-2011, 10:12 PM
No. I refuse to believe this.
05-27-2011, 10:20 PM
Two groups of people in the tent that night: one was bopping their heads to the music and having their minds sharpened by the lyrics, the second group was raising their top lip and asking various questions to one another, but was really thinking, uh what is that old black man doing?
God bless your soul and your family.
05-27-2011, 10:25 PM
05-28-2011, 12:42 AM
fuck man, this news pretty much ruined my weekend
05-28-2011, 12:46 AM
RIP.He did a great set in 2010.
05-28-2011, 11:03 AM
RIP. Very sad news.
05-28-2011, 11:08 AM
I just uploaded a video.
05-28-2011, 11:23 AM
Now I'm that much more sad I missed him in '10.
Go easy, Gil.
05-28-2011, 11:28 AM
05-31-2011, 07:24 AM
so glad I caught him at coachella 2010. RIP.
05-31-2011, 10:14 AM
I personally know Mike as I use to manage their social networks... here's an interesting story about a Gil...
It was no secret to anyone who came across him in song or life, that Gil Scott-Heron was two things: A genius and a junkie. I say this so simply, because Gil was this clear about everything he ever said to me.
In the the anthemic and eternally poignant song "The Revolution will Not Be Televised" the genius Gil was able to make us think about the world in a different way, laugh hysterically about the ironies of American culture, and anger at the hypocrisy of our political system, all to a beat that kept us on the dance floor, with a voice and flow that kept you waiting with anticipation for the next phrase.
I had always considered Gil to be the Godfather of modern rap and when I asked him if he considered himself the inventor of it, he responded with humility and truth,"I don't know if I was THE inventor of rap, but I was definitely there while it was being invented". In "Johannesburg" Gil kept us dancing to the revolution, while opening our eyes to the evils of South Africa's Apartheid. In the acapela "Whitey on the Moon" Gil kept us laughing with nearly tongue in cheek lines like "I can't pay no doctor bill, but Whitey's on the moon, Ten year's from now I'll be paying still, but Whitey's on the moon". Even in his rage Gil delivered his lines through a smile, chuckle and baritone that made everyone feel connected to him.
To anyone who met Gil or saw him onstage it was clear that he was an addict. The first time I met him in San Francisco in 1991 while working as a doorman at the Kennel Klub, my heart was broken to see a hero of mine barely able to make it to the stage, but when he got there he was clear as crystal while singing and dropping knowledge bombs in his between song banter. His view of the world was so sad and yet so inspiring. He made me think about the man and musician I wanted to be and I always left his shows questioning my own beliefs and wanting to go out and change the world.
One night after a show in Emeryville California, when Gil was particularly high, I asked him what it meant to be a rapper and he said, "rap is poetry put to music and the role of the poet in our society, is to make difficult things easy to understand." I never forgot that phrase. He put his arm around me and he said, "it's on you and your generation now".
The next morning I got a call from his girlfriend who said that Gil had missed his flight and asked if I would go to the hotel to check on him. I arrived at the hotel and tried to call the room but there was no answer, I asked the hotel manager to take me to his room, but when I knocked on the door there was still no answer. I begged the manager to let me in the room because there could be a medical emergency and when he opened the door I found Gil passed out on the bed in a mess of cash, drugs and candy wrappers. I thought he was dead and was surprised when I shook him and he woke up. I told him he needed to get on his flight or he was going to miss the next show in Toronto, where the rest of the band had already arrived. I took him to I-HOP, got him fed and coffee'd up while he tried to pull himself together. I joked with him that my nickname for him was "Pills Pot-Heroin" he laughed hard and said "That's a good one Mike!" He was so appreciative that I had come to find him and kept thanking me in between calls to his dealer, all while mumbling that he was so sad that I had to see him this way. I told him he should spend one more night in the hotel, but he insisted on going to the airport, when he got there he had lost his ticket and dropped 3000$'s cash for a first class flight to Toronto.
The next day I got a call from his girlfriend. He never made it onto his connecting flight in Chicago and went missing for three months. This was unfortunately the pattern with Gil. In his charm he left a wake of broken hearted people who he was close to.
Over the years people have compared my musical style to Gil's. Early in my career one of the worst reviews I ever received on a record said, "Franti can't rap as well as (Public Enemy's) Chuck D and can't sing as well as Gil Scott Heron!" It was meant to be a slight, but I was so thrilled to be named in a sentence with Chuck and especially Gil, that I read it as a compliment!
My two favorite songs of Gil's were his saddest and most personal, 1971's "Pieces of a Man" and "Home is where the Hatred is". In the latter he describes "home" as that place in his heart where it is so painful to live that he would prefer to never go there.
A junkie walking through the twilightI'm on my way homeI left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone…
…home is where the needle markstry to heal my broken heartand it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I never went home againhome again
Gil Scott-Heron has finally gone "home" and I hope he has finally found a peaceful place in his heart. He brought so much excitement, empowerment, humor, politics, dance and wisdom to my life as a musician and a man. He was a great example of how to strive to be one's best and how to avoid being your worst. He was my "Beatles", my "Nelson Mandela", my "Richard Pryor", my "William Shakespeare". He lived way longer than I expected him to and far shorter than I ever hoped he would. I was deeply touched by every moment we had together. I am very sad today, and am a better person for having loved him and his music the way that I always will.
Thank you and goodbye Gil.