I am the bread that wakes you from the dead.

• Sister Gertrude Morgan

As I reported yesterday, last evening I made the trip to Central Park to get me some Jesus. Even though I lived in the South, with the stereotypical church on every street corner, for many years, this was only the second time I have been to a gospel concert. And given my mental state on waking up yesterday morning, I am glad I did.

Walking uptown through Central Park, on a muggy evening, I fell into this vortex, which was a call and response chant set up by Liz McComb - "please remember me, please remember me" it went. Ms. McComb then had me in her vocal grip for the next hour, as she belted out, what can only be called punches of vocal power for which she got plenty of amens and "oh yeahs".

This was followed by King Britt's fantastic aural and visual re-imagining of this American original, Sister Morgan's free form songs and paintings. "Power" in particular stood out for its driving beat like chants overlaid with these visuals of wars, military parades, and the most spooky morphing visual of these eyes of many power players - present and past - weaving in and out of the screen. Something must be said of juxtaposing the eyes of Saddam Hussein with those of Donald Rumsfeld or those of Osama Bin Laden with those of George Bush.

While I can't give you the visuals from the concert, you can go here and listen to what I heard last evening. May the Lord be with ya!

Chris and Kate's "Failed" - very appropriate for this hot uneasy day.

This post at Within-Without made me return to this cover medley of BoneYUM songs fronted by Lola Kutty:

How many desi children have been brain damaged as a result to dancing to BoneYUM would be a interesting thing to figure out. Meanwhile enjaay!