One of the most significant and underrated musical figures of the 20th century is finally getting the recognition he deserves. We’re talking Gil Scott-Heron, and with the remastered 3-CD compilation The Revolution Begins -The Flying Dutchman Masters music fans who have come to him lately via the 2010 album I’m New Here can immerse themselves in some of the most meaningful soul/jazz music ever recorded. Gil was a notable up-and-coming black poet in 1970 when he was introduced to Bob Thiele, who ran Flying Dutchman records, and the first take on recording any of these works was in spoken-word format. The killer track on that seminal album Small Talk at 125th & Lenox, of course, was “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”, and suddenly Gil found his true calling: the marriage of revolutionary poetic lyrics with jazz. Three recordings for Flying Dutchman were issued in all, and every one of those 49 tracks is included in this compilation.

Key tracks: the two versions of “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”, “Lady Day and John Coltrane”, “Whitey On The Moon”, “Home Is Where The Hatred Is” (an absolutely superb track!) and “Get Out Of The Ghetto Blues” (oh man, this guy could set a mood just as deep and soulful as any top r & b crooner), and a dozen or more others that will by turns inspire, exalt, and persuade you that this man’s work will continue to be current and vital for decades to come.

To call this collection “essential” is understating the case. In fact, Scott-Heron’s work was the embodiment of everything that black politics and black music stood for in the last half of the 20th century. What Sam Cooke began with “A Change Is Gonna Come”, and what Marvin Gaye continued with “What’s Going On?” provided a firm foundation for the message and the inherent musicality behind the achievements of Gil Scott-Heron. These songs portray the sordid truths behind the struggle for equality, life in the ghetto, the temptations of drugs and crime, gender equality and, overwhelmingly, the sadness behind the lives of black men in ways that no other artist has ever equalled. Gil was a modest man, but fully aware of his own achievements, and brutally honest about the current state of music when he said, regarding hip-hop artists generally,

They need to study music. I played in several bands before I began my career as a poet. There’s a big difference between putting words over some music, and blending those same words into the music. There’s not a lot of humor. They use a lot of slang and colloquialisms, and you don’t really see inside the person. Instead, you just get a lot of posturing.”

Scott-Heron was a brilliant writer, a competent singer, and a persuasive spokesman for his generation. He was also a multi-genre master, performing jazz, rap and funk with equal visceral impact. And he was writing his own lyrics from the inside, having experienced both drug addiction and incarceration. Moreover, his talents attracted some of the most exciting musicians around – the brilliant drummer Bernard Purdie, bassist Ron Carter, sax genius Hubert Laws, and Brian Jackson on piano, the last of whom he credited for lifting his poetry to musical heights not seen since Marvin Gaye. Scott-Heron had an expansive, driven and political mind fused with great musical intelligence. He was as familiar with the writings of Malcolm X as he was with the music of John Coltrane. His special gift was to bring focus and fusion to all of these disparate elements. From beginning to end, he stayed true to his mission, so well stated in his first major achievement, the lyrics of which are quoted in their entirety below:

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o’clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver’s seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.”

Highly recommended for anyone who cares about music, politics, culture, racial relations, poetry, art, hip-hop and blues. By the way, Scott-Heron’s own term for himself was “bluesologist”,which he defined as “a scientist who is concerned with the origin of the blues”. And it must be said that every current hip-hop artist should be listening to this material: The Revolution Begins sets the bar far higher than any current performer dares to reach.

Gil Scott-Heron 'The Revolution Begins - The Flying Dutchman Masters' Album Review
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