Throwback: Black History Month: Roy Ayers

Today is the eighth day of Black History Month. Over the course of the month, I’ll spend some time paying tribute to Black artists across a wide and diverse array of genres and styles. My hope is that these posts should serve as an important reminder that the Black experience is the American experience, that Black culture is American culture — and importantly, Black lives and Black art matter. You can’t love Black art and Black artists without giving a shit about Black people. 

This month won’t be a comprehensive study of Black music. It’ll be more idiosyncratic because — well, JOVM after all. Now, if you’ve been following this site, you may recall that so far I’ve paid tribute to:

Tonight, I have to pay tribute to jazz and funk composer, vibraphonist, singer/songwriter and producer Roy Ayers. Ayers is responsible for some of the most beloved — and most sampled — songs of the 70s. What I love about his work is that it’s proudly Black, funky as hell and just positive as fuck. If you have a bad day, play some Roy Ayers, you’ll feel better.