Album Review, “Mister Magic” by Grover Washington Jr.
Racists are vulgar fantasizers. George Carlin never spoke in absence of bad words and was himself a racist. There’s a good deal of coveting in our world which leads to greed for true colors no matter how tough it is to get clothing off: land, rags, building, skin, gender, religion, or whatever we can figuratively imagine. So imagine my surprise when I came across this album by Grover Washington Jr.- the musical collection of songs brimming to a halt on surprise visualizes its own expression until a cliche on magic and mystical forms is reached, including notions of frost and flowers, where Grover’s thought on random, wild chance seems to impede on his notion of universality. Of course, I’m just speaking of appearance here. Works of art do usually reveal some kind of surface for us to get into even if the depth brings us to awareness on forbidden answers. Self-defeating pretenders link things to birth at excessive rates which are either beyond the holy word or under a kind of devilish gaze, as nature itself reveals tensions across the board on anxiety and boredom on our front between the popular, tasteless expressions. Let me ask readers something. Where do your ideas come from? We have to be careful of what goes into our ears as far as morality goes with our dismissals and acceptances over colorful materials and creatures, for fashion plays a role however we’re cheating ourselves to demise and fruitless vanity, everything around us noted to be clothing through poetry and philosophy since futures get divided on chance to the utmost of risky behavior. No one can claim to be no racist; that’s because, in order to lack racism completely, we’d have to experience no boredom or forced circumstances in our lives. Grover most certainly touches on some vibes that ring in the tough attitude he’s exhibiting in a blue pool on the album front. Besides, the music contained in this album actually makes personal inquiries with mysterious fiction seem dignified due to lucky shots over the board. Are we sure that monkeys in the jungle sound the way they do in real life according to “Mister Magic”? People can be against themselves; it’d take gods for us to find anyone who isn’t racist. But the human concept of knowledge proceeds on our doubts near the oceanic blues where seagulls play with instruments to their liking on dining over a garbage can. Animals may express so much in their gaiety that humans refuse to acknowledge their insanity over privilege, as sanity over privilege lets them forget the less important problems.
https://www.allmusic.com/album/mister-magic-mw0000196592
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