Move when the man say move…

Yesterday the man with smooth humor, congenial sex appeal and exuberant warmth

passed.

Heavy D died at 44.

And please don’t let the moniker fool you.

He was light on his feet as he rode cool percussion and thumping bass with back up dancers who punctuated his poetry and matched his energy.

His movement was almost as deft as the tongue that carried Caribbean rhythm into nineties hip-hop with his signature diddle-diddle-dee  which I can’t even do justice on a keyboard.

He represented the reggae roots that grew hip-hop and glided seamlessly between both music genres to create music that lifted the spirit and got you moving immediately.

He put unadulterated, no holds-barred joy into hip-hop.

And I will certainly miss him.

It is a shock to lose a brother  that I watched proudly as he moved from the music world into the world of acting with the swagger that was just him. I watched him as a regular on Boston Public and smiled proudly any time he crossed the silver screen. Growing up in the nineties hip-hop era I took it as a sign that I could do anything when I saw my stars stretching into new arenas to prove that their talent, work ethic and appeal was not reserved for colored kids glued to their boom box. They were stars.

And Dwight Arrington Myers was a star!

This morning I listened to the speculation about the cause of death. I was seething when the radio host  on a station, who would know Heavy D only in passing, eluded to the cause of death being linked to his being “Heavy.” I answered back, “He lost weight. What are you talking about?” I felt like my brother was being talked about by someone who didn’t even know him. Now I will say the host came back a few minutes later and corrected himself, informing his listeners that Heavy D had lost over one hundred pounds years ago, so I settled down. Continued on my commute and down memory lane.

But it was that deep. That’s my boy and I mourn him alongside true fans of hip-hop who bounced in over-sized nineties wear or wound their hips to that reggae-tinged tongue and moved when the man said move.

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