The bad news is Tina Turner died, Rest In Power. The good news is we got to live in a world with Tina Turner.
For Risa, the prescription this week begins with Priestess Tina. Crone, goddess, Buddhist Tina, healing with sound. Two hours of Tina chanting Nam Myoho Renge Kyo, taking refuge in the mystery of the lotus, a flower that only blooms through murk and shit and torment.
At the worst times in her life, Tina chanted 4 hours a day. She re-encoded her life, she sang her way free. Chanted and worked and raised four kids, and in her mid-forties became one the best-selling musicians of ALL TIME. First Black person and first woman on the cover of Rolling Stone. Performing, touring, healing for decades. She did the thing. She got out of the fucking Thunderdome, and so can we.
Risa's prescription continues with We Don't Need Another Hero, because we don't. We don't need another savior complex, or a way home to an idealized or paternalistic past. We just need out of the poverty death cult, the scarcity lies that pit us against each other. So put on all your cyberpunk power, and sing with the children.
So, what do we do with our lives?
We leave only a mark.
Will our story shine like a light
or end in the dark?
Give it all or nothing!
WE DON'T NEED ANOTHER HERO.
Tina transmuted pain and vision into songs that could live new lives. The next bit of Risa's prescription is "The Best" as it appears in Schitt's Creek where it becomes a gentle crooning slide into a love that is safe. A gay love song in front of everyone in a small town where there is no bigotry or violence. A dream of love and peace fulfilled. Sing this one to yourself and to the world, sing in celebration of love and safety. Exult in the truth and giddy joy of LOVE.
For Amy, the prescription is Tina's Prayer. Survivor Tina, singing out her dreams:
Give me liberty...
Make me smart, make me keen
Give a lot, give me steam
I want eternal beauty,
spiritual things
Cause when I'm done, yes
I wanna be a good thing.
When we're done, we wanna be a good thing.
As we approach the end of our annual reparations fundraiser we celebrate each and every one of you who donated. Thank you for being a good thing.
Whatever brings you to this circle of reparations, we're just glad you're here. In the words of iconic Indigenous rock group Redbone: Come And Get Your Love.
Hey (hey) nothin' the matter with your head
Baby, find it, come on and find it
Bear with it, baby, 'cause you're fine
And you're mine, and you look so divine
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
There is nothing the matter with you. You are DIVINE. We are FULL of gratitude and adoration, you're the freaking BEST. So come and get your love.
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