I heard the news of Gil Scott-Heron’s death while visiting friends in New York. We spent much of our evenings waxing intoxicated under the violet canopy of early mornings, yelling and laughing, talking The Watts Prophets and Melvin Van Peebles, bumping jazz and hip-hop, falling silent and being silent, listening to Jamie xx’s remix record of Scott-Heron’s latest and last effort, I’m New Here. Our own peculiar brand of mourning.