The Closer I Get to You


With the rapid sophistication of our society,  meeting  someone “to love” for most people today, is like studying trigonometry. Faced with such a complexity, dating sights have abounded like skyscrapers; even psychoanalysts are seeking therapy, thus the resultant

Roston and fan, following performance at Center Stage Baltimore Md.


The gospel according to Donnie Hathaway, as performed by Kelvin Roston Jr.


Roston agonizing as Donnie Hathaway

addiction forcing major consideration by law makers who are left to embrace Obamacare, rather than repeal or replace it.

“The closer I get to You,..the more you make me see”. That main line performed by Donnie Hathaway and Roberta Flack, drove lovers in 1978 and beyond,  to the admission table, although many have not felt that five hundred thousand bolt, that causes the knees to knock, and speech be momentarily slur. A year later Donnie died, suicide. He was a gift, playing piano as a three year old, grew up and attended Howard University, married, had three girls, and then he met Roberta.

It is recorded he was schizophrenic, “THE GHETTO”, “SOMEDAY WE’LL ALL BE FREE”,”WHERE IS THE LOVE”, superb hits on a major record label. But what happened to Donnie, after, The Closer I Get to You? Was he taking more pills for his mental affliction, or was the affliction intensified with his connection to Roberta?

KELVIN ROSTON has decided to create a dramatic look at Donnie Hathaway, his drugs, women and song, compiled in a one man show entitled TWISTED MELODIES. This is not a concert, yet there are concert performances, the demonstrations of pain, joy, heartache, headache, and Donnie’s death, a conclusive performance  that is artistic and memorable as Donnie himself.

Even though Donnie’s daughter La La has redone “YOU WERE MEANT FOR ME”, hearing her dad’s words in your ear as one watches this drama, truly, getting closer has consequences, reminiscent of a thunderclap at midnight or the sound of a thousand hoofs at bull run in Pamplona Spain.

(Twisted Melodies concludes April 16,  2017,CenterStage, Baltimore).


The Return of the Red Umbrella

Joe Ngo (my hero) and Aime Donna Kelly in the love nestWS-press-photos17

It is highly unusual for a man to say to his smiter, “I’ll go wherever you take me”; it is usually the other way round. I’m eavesdropping.
He is a young adult, lives with his sister and brother-in-law, never been married, and works as a pharmaceutical assistant. She is a mystery, but well off to have an able servant willing to do whatever, to make her mistress happy.
But as with any solid love affair, there are hurdles to overcome, putting test to the ensuing marriage, and resultant firstborn. One such challenge that many of us can relate to, is religion, the difference in belief. One that is common in America is the Jewish man marrying a woman of dissimilar faith. How do you make it a win, win for all concerned? East Indians are facing similar circumstances, where the male may displease his parents, and not marry in the faith or an Indian woman, but marries European, American, or declares himself gay!
My hero lives near the Yangtze river, where the dominant religion is Buddhism. Because he married outside the norm, he gets opposition, from no other than the Maha- Thera, a chief monk, (Peter Van Wagner) who employs all kinds of devious maneuvers, to destroy the marriage. The “alternative facts” were in full use. I felt I was watching Donald Trump without the hair!
It’s a play,(people), entitled WHITE SNAKE, filled with Chinese lessons for lovers; the conclusion is climactic, though you may lose interest in the first half. See it at Center Stage for yourself.
Aime Donna KELLY, a black actress, plays my hero’s love interest; she has a commanding voice, even though the love scenes were tepid.
Kudos to the set decorators, and the interpretations of scenes to fit the stage, just magnificent and typical of Chinese art.
And it all started when “my man” offered her his red umbrella to prevent the rain from besmirching her regal persona.

It’s all About the Bass

Louis Hayes

Louis Hayes, turns 80 in May this year, 2017. He has been playing drums from the age of 10. He is a relative of the now deceased artist, Prince. Here he is this year at the Baltimore Museum of Art.

In some circles of our society the above phrase has more relevance when the “B” is dropped from that last word.

Even though some will categorize the users and oglers who use and visualize such language and conduct, as the depraved of our society, pop singer Meghan Trainor, made millions of dollars, when she popularized, what even middle and upper class men are now fascinated about, that particular female body part,  the bass. (Urban language has a different phonic).

She said, “it’s clear I’m not a size 2,..and I can shake it like I’m supposed to,…I got that boom, boom, that all the boys chase”.

Some boys do  chase the bass right in front of the public stare, touching pulling, caressing; and this one I saw the other day, she was almost six feet six, chestnut brown, with hair beyond her waist. (dreads). The suitor was playing with all parts of her body, and she kept screaming with glee.

Towards the end, lover boy pulled out a comb, shaped like a violin bow, and gently removed the knots just below her waist. At this point, she began to lay gently on his left shoulder, her sound was no longer loudly erotic, but sounded like a lullaby. Several hundred of us were now watching this millennial  handle his boom, boom. We could not help but applaud. Okay, page 2.

His name is DEZRON DOUGLAS, and was demonstrating his mastery in playing the acoustic bass. He was part of the LOUIS HAYES, CANNONBALL LEGACY BAND, that performed at the Baltimore Museum of Art.

The Baltimore Chamber Jazz Society sponsored this event, and there are more to come through Spring.

Just when the thought of the electric bass taking over, like injections in the rear (Kim K), the quest, as Meghan says, for “more booty”  the real thing, has a better feel and sound to it, and so does  the acoustic bass.