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.
the god in the godfathermother of rock n roll.
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.
as she approached she seemed younger than 30 so i switched over to todays sounds, sung by women, mostly.
she got in and we hit it off immediately. she was going to a graduation party for some of her fellow med students.
i had a soon-to-be surgeon in the back seat.
i asked her how come in movies theyre always cutting off peoples legs.
she said if you get an infection and it screws with the main blood flow or the big bone, then your leg dies anyways and there you are with a dead leg.
so you my as well cut the damn thing off.
the earlier the better.
she said back in the day, the kings would be fragile from other dumb things that they did in medicine back then and they’d break a leg and it would just die there. but no one had the guts to tell the king, dude, your leg is dead, it smells, and every time your butler pulls out the footstool, IT STINKS UP THE JOINT
one of the leading causes of old school leg deaths: too much sugar leading to diabetes.
i was sipping on a super big gulp of Classic Coke at the time.
rolled down the window and threw it right into the traffic.
im telling you, i learn something with every trip.