I first started listening to Gil Scott-Heron in 1975 and although Johannesburg was getting all the attention, this song stuck with me for its sheer loveliness:
He has been, I believe, wrongly called "The Godfather of Rap," but in my humble opinion, he was so much more intelligent, witty and poetic. I'll never forget playing We Beg Your Pardon for my parents and being pleasantly surprised by how much they understood and appreciated what he was trying to say. Judge for yourself:
I will never understand what caused someone who railed so powerfully against addiction in such songs as The Bottle and Angel Dust succumbed to them himself. It's beyond tragic. I felt devastated when I read about his drug arrests and subsequent incarceration.
But enough of the sadness. No song of his ever gave me more inspiration, more hope and more motivation than 95 South:
Rest in peace. You are missed.