dmagazine.com: Twenty years ago, she dropped Baduizm, the album that created a genre. I wanted to know how she did it and found something I hadn’t bargained for.
If you go looking for Erykah Badu, you will likely never find her, even though it seems like she’s always around. It’s like catching a butterfly: you have to wait for it to come to you. If you chase it, if you try to keep it for yourself, it will flutter away, always just out of reach. You’ll lose it.
But maybe you shouldn’t try to catch it. Maybe you should simply be happy it’s there at all, marvel at how it brightens up the day and the energy it brings with it, enjoy being in its presence. Why do you really want to capture it, anyway?
Maybe it’s best to let Erykah flit in and out of your life. Isn’t it better to stumble upon her outside of a head shop in a strip center off Garland Road? That happened to me one night while out for an evening walk with my son. She was low-key glamorous in baggy jeans and a sparkly puff of hair, winking as she passed by, and it was just a moment, but it was a Moment, five seconds that live in my head like an hour. Read more.