In 1995 I had the pleasure of seeing Gil Scott Heron perform twice. The first being at a WOMAD festival in Adelaide which was also his first ever performance in Australia and then about a week later I saw him perform in my home town of Sydney. Both times I had direct access and remember our conversations well.
We talked of the demise of creole poetry-or ‘rhyming meaning’ and the disturbing direction Hip Hop was taking. His lyrics had carried me for so many years. Meeting him filled me with hope for the future and what I intended to do with my work. These pictures are a constant reminder of fighting for a brighter day.