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Category: gospel

Sunday, June 17th

back to church

Cosmopolitan Church of Prayer Choir (feat. Diane Williams), “Jesus Can Work It Out,” live, Chicago, 2007

 

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lagniappe

random sights

this morning, outside Chicago (Salt Creek Trail)

Sunday, June 10th

voices I miss

Prince (vocals, piano), “Mary, Don’t You Weep” (rec. 1983)

 

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lagniappe

random sights

other day, Oak Park, Ill.

Sunday, May 27th

Back to church.

Live, Detroit (Church of the Living God)

 

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lagniappe

random sights

other night, Oak Park, Ill.

Sunday, May 20th

six takes

“Nobody’s Fault but Mine” (aka “It’s Nobody’s Fault but Mine”)

Ry Cooder, 2018

 

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Pops Staples, 2015 (recorded 1998)

 

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Willie Nelson, 2010

 

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Nina Simone, 1969

 

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Sister Rosetta Tharpe, 1949

 

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Blind Willie Johnson, 1927

 

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lagniappe

random sights

last night, Oak Park, Ill.

Sunday, April 29th

MCOTD Hall of Fame

Dorothy Love Coates and The Gospel Harmonettes, “They Won’t Believe” (D. L. Coates), 1970

 

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lagniappe

random sights

this morning, Chicago (Columbus Park)

Sunday, April 22nd

basement jukebox

O.V. Wright, “I’m Going Home (To Live With God)” (Willie Mitchell, prod.), 1973

 

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lagniappe

random sights

other day, Oak Park, Ill.

Sunday, April 15th

basement jukebox

Swan Silvertones, “Oh Mary Don’t You Weep,” 1958

 

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lagniappe

reading table

Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses –

—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), 91 (Franklin; excerpt)

Sunday, April 8th

two takes

“Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child,” aka “Motherless Child” (trad.)

Bessie Griffin, live, Holland, 1972

 

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Prince, live

 

Sunday, April 1st

back to church

“Until I Die,” Pilgrim Rest Baptist Church, Winston-Salem, N.C., 2001

 

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lagniappe

reading table

God’s Grandeur
by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

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random sights

other day,  Oak Park, Ill.

Sunday, March 25th

back to church

Henderson Sisters, live, Troy, Ala., 1993

 

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lagniappe

random sights

yesterday, outside Chicago (Chicago Botanic Garden)

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