ok so hold up.

A queer black artist’s en­dur­ing folk song is be­com­ing a mod­ern stan­dard be­fore our eyes and y’all are whin­ing that it’s TOO covered?

Dear lord.
 

Also,
 
while the re­cent cov­er (which Tra­cy Chap­man her­self gave her seal of ap­proval to) be­came a no­table sum­mer hit, if you weren’t around in 1988 when the song in its OG ver­sion was MAS­SIVE then I don’t re­al­ly need to hu­mor your think­pieceesque take on who gets to sing what song. 

She wrote the kind of song that uses its spe­cif­ic lens to achieve the rare uni­ver­sal­i­ty that res­onates with everybody. 

That’s a good thing. Stop gate­keep­ing things that have noth­ing to do with you.

—ja­son malmberg

Flom­mist Ja­son Malm­berg is a sim­ple man who be­lieves in brown liquor and small dogs. He also makes art some­times. Copy­right © 2023 Ja­son Malm­berg. Top im­age: An­dré Kertész, Mar­tinique, 1972.

MOR D’ARTÍCULOS  MOR FLOMM !

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