I know y’all remember this classic by Bobby McFerrin called “Don’t Worry Be Happy.” The song has such a catchy tune and it was played all over the world….all the time when it was released in 1988. This was the first a cappella song to reach number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. It stayed there for two weeks. They played this song so much that I really got sick of it then. But, not that I don’t hear it 50 times a day, I can certainly appreciate how memorable of a song it is. I’m posting it today for you to get the message:
“Don’t Worry Be Happy.”


Today is Friday and a great relief for some. I think a lot of us look forward to the end of the week so that we can begin our weekend of rest, hanging out with family, being away from work, or whatever means of relaxation that the weekend brings. A couple of days ago I met a lady at work who had a defeated look on her face. I asked her what was bothering her. She said that she was having a bad day. I told that I did not believer her. She asked why. I suggested to her that perhaps she had had a bad moment but certainly not a bad day. She smiled and thanked me for putting her “moment” in perspective. I think that’s exactly what we all need from time to time…someone to help us to put it all in perspective (shifting the paradigm). When I woke up this morning, loyal reader A. Renae had sent me the above song in my in-box. This song “Turning Around For Me” by Vashawn Mitchell does just that. Despite what you’re going through, as one blogger so eloquently states at the end of every post…..”this too shall pass.” I hope your weekend is great!!! Keep it in your mind that it’s…………… “Turning Around For Me.”


***I am proud to say that this is my 1000th post on studiotj.***

This is a poem by one of my favorite poets, Langston Hughes. I don’t think there’s been a Black History Month, since I’ve been a blogger, that I did not post something about this iconic poet during this month.
Today I’m presenting this poem:

Let America Be America Again – Poem by Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed–
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek–
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean–
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home–
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay–
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again–
The land that never has been yet–
And yet must be–the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine–the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME–
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose–
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath–
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain–
All, all the stretch of these great green states–
And make America again!

Langston Hughes


This classic by icons Whitney & Mariah still gives me that wonderful feeling. Because of their vocal greatness,there was rumor long ago that these two were feuding. They put the rumor to rest by performing this great song “When You Believe” together. They both have many Billboard records and unfortunately Whitney is no longer physically with us. Today I’m celebrating them by posting this duet. Enjoy!!!


I thought about this song today. This is one of my favorite Stevie Wonder songs called Ngiculela,Ngiculela – Es Una Historia / I Am Singing. It’s from his hit album Songs In The Key of Life. This music is timeless. It’s just something about this song that does it for me. It seems to me that every song on the album was a hit.




You sing such melodic sounds
Tenderly in my ear
Enduring is your gentle touch
There is no one else I hear
The oceans, the birds
The refreshing gentle breeze
They fail to compare with the way
You bring me…to my knees
No, never to bow down
Yet to always embrace
The radiance of your splendor
Is enough…to keep me in this space

©2014 tjroach


Of course we all need each other on this planet whether we realize it or not. This is one of those songs by Donnie McClurklin that speaks to us needing GOD. I’ve heard this song for a couple of months and am still moved by it. If you’re not already familiar with Donnie, you’re missing a treat. He has some awesome songs in his vast portfolio. I’ve seen him live a few times and even once while he preached at a church in Atlanta. This song is called “I Need You.” Let me know if you’re digging this tune.