This is where it all started. Gospel music. There's nothing like the fire and passion found in it when it's done right. Rock & roll only immitates it. This is the real deal. A small church in the middle of nowhere. The deep south. No air conditioning. July hot as hell. People singing and fanning themselves with the service bulletin. A woman in a black dress grabs the microphone and belts out more soul in one note then Mick Jagger has in every song he's ever sang.
This is not the music of pure souls. This is not the music of uptight people who've never broken a rule in there life. These are songs from the pit. Right down in the mud. We've held the devils hand. We didn't just walk through the valley, we live our life in this here valley and this music is our prayer for salvation. Our attempt to get God's attention. We let out souls spill out all over the church floor. The choir shouts.
If you don't understand Gospel music, just quit thinking of it as religious. It's about SOUL. If any music can save your soul, it's Gospel. If it's not Gospel, it's the blues. This is what music is. These are examples of how it is supposed to be done. Stand up, plug in and bleed all over the stage. Can I get a witness?
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