all the years of music.
all the years of Christianity.
then, not that long ago, comes Gospel music.
pure American if ever there was a thing.
black people singing, preaching, witnessing, combining the blues with choral hymns.
but better.
the god in the godfathermother of rock n roll.
free.
soulful.
hopeful.
you can invent a dance craze that comes and goes, you can invent a pocket fisherman, you can even invent a Pet Rock
which are all brilliant. but how do you just come and create the most joyful noise, the most beautiful spiritual sound of all.
the songs of slaves, not of their native tongue, a true light in the darkness
a retelling of the greatest stories ever told.
how you gonna do that without
singing about it.
in a good part of town. i had just washed my car. and i was thinking about putting on jazz.