Yesterday I began writing another blog post on a terribly serious topic. I realized most of my posts are serious. It's time for something a bit more uplifting and positive. So, today (inspired by the song I just heard on the radio, linked below) I'm going to write about one of my most favorite aspects of black culture in the U.S.: music.
Ah, there isn't anything quite like the way jazz, soul and gospel get into my blood and move me. If I could live 5 different lives, in one I would definitely be a black female singer from the 1960s. Or a black back-up singer. Or a black woman in a church that had a choir. Alas...I don't have a voice even for a white girl.
But, I can still pretend. I can roll up my car windows, turn the music on loud, raise my hands and sing along with Aretha, Etta, and Gladys. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v78-ftcqpNw
so I know this is completely against the entire point of this post, but everytime I hear that song, I picture two things:
ReplyDelete1: every gay man at Gap falling in love with me when i played it on an overnight shift.
and 2: this episode of 'House' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oi3wZ0GPluA
That was truly amazing, Rachel. Wow... Not sure I'll ever be able to hear that song the same way again. ;)
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