Oh, Chika

Chika came to me out of nowhere. I was listening to Coldplay's' Tiny Desk Concert (I'm not perfect) and her concert was a suggestion of the devil that is YouTube. And I'm glad I succumbed to the temptation. The one thing about Tiny Desk Concerts is that they really are unplugged. Artists cannot rely on studio witchcraft to make it work there. Only talent counts. And I think Chika is talented. And I may not be alone.

Also, it seems that she is one of those queer artists that sneak around the corner and grab you by the throat. Her delivery is smooth and her message hits gently. Well, not always gently, like when she called out Kanye West. Damn, girl. Her wordplay belies the harmonies in her music. There is a gusto in both the spoken word and the singing that makes you wanna listen more. At least it sent ME to Pandora to find more of her music. In a world of painstakingly made up artists, somebody like Chika really is a breath of fresh air. I invite you to come and listen. And if yo were here, I'd treat you with a Pisco Sour (google it) to go with that Cajon they're playing in the concert. Self-isolation needs motivation.

Enjoy.

XOXO

P.S. Black, queer and slaying? Sign me in.