“Get in your right posture!” Per Ms. Carr as she wails and falls down for her savior. God knows we should all take a knee for her — and her Sister Charisse. (I hear that Youtube commenter: “Why ain’t nobody talking about how ms charisse killed it. lord her voice is heavenly.” No doubt! She made Jekalyn JUMP!)
Jekalyn Carr and Ashley Charisse Mackey are major but they’re not too far gone from the small storefront church in Roxane Beth Johnson’s verse…
Weeknight Services
The organ’s flare-hued opera hummed loud
in the small church alcove above the bar
with its bumpy music. Our voices wound
up being too small to drown it out by far.
We sung of Jesus’ blood with a tambourine,
one drum, twenty voices, paper fans, bells —
while the thump-thump of bass through the ceiling
made the rhythm that silenced our fears of hell,
demons, white folks, Catholics, death’s certain flood.
But the music — blood of Jesus, God bless
the child I was then — that music: The blood,
we sang would wash us white as snow. Blessed
assurance, Jesus is mine, Oh…what fears.
When I hear those drums, my heart is in my ears.
I’m not Cardinal Kempton, but it occurred to me that neither the Rolling Stones nor Bruce Springsteen would want to follow this act…
This next one is kitschy. You have dispensation to skip the power-balladeering and hop to 6:45 where Ms. Carr finds His will on her way. When she makes you feel that assurance, maybe you’ll end up doing a sanctified pogo like the Sisters in Atlanta…