#MusicMonday: Anthem
And yet, somehow, my first thought on reading the theme was “Christian music? I don’t listen to Christian music!” Um, yes I do. Often.
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On Tyler Perry, guitars, church, and vernacular
Do you mind if I’m a little fragmented today?… Oh man, I don’t even know how to excerpt this post because I have no idea what it’s about! Sorry… forgive me… I’ll be cohesive tomorrow, I promise.
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On singing in church
I think I watched the door. There’s not much else to watch before service begins. I don’t know what I was looking for. I knew who was going to be there. Sister So-and-so, Brother So-and-so, Deacon So-and-so, and other characters all dressed and sanctimonious, carrying bibles and greeting each other like “Praise Him, sister!” when they want to say “good morning.” I wasn’t watching for them, of course. I knew what to say to them. “Good morning” is the extent of most of our conversation.
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On the guitar lesson
At the same time, I could see myself, only white and balding and fifteen years older, holding on tightly to someone else’s kids, to a metrocard, to a pillow, to a job, to an inanimate intangible thing, to a blogroll, to a bottle of alcohol… to a guitar student who can’t pay for her lessons…
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On an invitation
Some people would call this a funny twist of fate. The Christians might call it divine will. Still other people might call it an asinine and callous error on the part of the pastor’s wife. However you want to put it, something is almost certain to happen. Something.
...read more hereOn getting things down from the top shelf
…I got up and paced around that little room singing over and over again “It’s a happy day and I thank God for the weather…” and then I changed the tune. And then I changed the lyrics. And then I changed them back. And I kept singing. I sang until I got tired, but I couldn’t stop, because I knew instinctively that I was keeping the demons away by singing. So I sang. And I paced. And I sang…
...read more hereOn going back uptown
I came uptown because I wanted tequila. I wanted to drown myself in something sweet and alcoholic. I forewent my yoga lesson. I walked into the building, then changed my mind and walked out of it. I wanted to go home, but I haven’t been home since 2008. I wanted food, and could have stopped by the pizza place on st mark’s, but it almost seemed pointless to eat. I wanted to drink until I passed out.
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Poetry Corner Friday: The Saga of KJ McDougal
I said “I know you’re real and I know your phone number
and every time I call I get your voicemail…”
On the show
…he heard me. I know he heard me. I swear to God… and not just because it’s an accompanist’s job to listen. We’ve done this song before, many, many times. We’ve made lot’s of music. He followed me and led me. He pushed me and pulled me, entered me and made love to me and I made love to him…
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