Showing posts with label gospel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gospel. Show all posts

Sunday, April 14, 2019

Tucson, AZ: Respire: Melanie DeMore

Melanie DeMore, Tucson, Arizona. April 2019.


Re+

There's no right word to describe some of the effects of gospel music, specifically gospel music rooted in the spirituals of women and men who were enslaved in the United States, whether by law as property, or by action as sharecroppers, for example.

The task of description requires a family of words that begin with 're-' .... to make again.
  • Re-new
  • Re-store
  • Re-plenish
  • Re-fresh
  • Re-inspire

In seeking more such words, I looked up "respire," thinking it simply means to breathe.

I discovered, however, that if I could only use one word to describe the power of spirituals, then respire could be the perfect one, as the literary or archaic meaning is:

 recover hope, courage, or strength after a time of difficulty


Melanie DeMore

Tucson's Threshold Choir hosted the 2019 Regional Gathering this weekend, and engaged Melanie DeMore as the event's song leader.

Ms. DeMore identifies as a "vocal activist." This grabbed me right away. It speaks succinctly of a mission for change through her voice - and the voices of those who came before her, both spoken and sung.


Melanie DeMore, Tucson, Arizona. April 2019.



Get the idea about a "kumbaya moment" out of your head

This is pretty much what Ms. DeMore said.

As also noted in the NPR broadcast, When Did "Kumbaya" Become Such a Bad Thing?" A quote from same:
In current political parlance, Vatz says, a reference to the song is used to sarcastically disparage consensus "that allegedly does not examine the issues or is revelatory of cockeyed optimism." ... Rather than kumbaya representing strength and power in togetherness and harmony as it once did, the word has come to reflect weakness and wimpiness. ... [Kumbaya] has become crystal clear code in the world of politics. As Vanderbilt University political scientist John G. Geer said to Freedman in The New York Times, invoking kumbaya "lets you ridicule the whole idea of compromise."

Ms. DeMore prefaced her conversation about the song, Kumbaya, with asking folks:

Have you ever felt invisible?
Have you ever felt lost?
Have you ever felt afraid?
Have you ever felt alone?
Have you ever felt hopeless?
Have you ever felt abandoned?
Have you ever felt in danger?

Then she explained that Kumbaya comes from the Gullah community off the coast of the Carolinas, people of color who'd been enslaved, who'd been abused physically, emotionally, spiritually, who feared for their lives and the lives of their children, who felt abandoned by the universe.

And that the song was actually an entreaty to God, to "come by here," please. Please look at us. Please see us. Please give us succor.

And then she sang the song:




When I was a child, my mother sang to us Swing Low, Sweet Chariot in a gentle soprano voice. It's always been on my short list of songs that I'd like to be sung at my funeral. Ms. DeMore presents this song in her firm alto voice, as here:




"Leading with love" does not equal soft, gentle, weak


One of the messages I took from Ms. DeMore was this:

You can spread a message of love and community AND you can express firm boundaries about how you expect people to behave around you. There is nothing intrinsically soft, gentle, or weak about love.

The example Ms. DeMore gives (as I interpret same) is the universality of spirituals as a way of expressing one's sorrow, need, and hope.

But to paraphrase Ms. DeMore, as she addressed the gathering of mostly white congregants: [As a descendant of men and women who were enslaved], I have my story to tell. It's not your story to tell for me. But you've got your stories to tell, and spirituals are there for you to do that. To express the stories of loss and anguish in your own family's history. 


Monday, April 23, 2018

Missouri: Some Gospel Music on a Sunday Evening


Mid-Missouri Christian Choir, Jefferson City, Missouri. April 2018. Dan Fankhauser.



Although I'm not a Christian, I do love gospel music.


Mid-Missouri Christian Choir, Jefferson City, Missouri. April 2018. Brian Smith.


A Jefferson City church hosted the Mid-Missouri Christian Choir last night.


Mid-Missouri Christian Choir, Jefferson City, Missouri. April 2018. Julie Rollins.


This choir is good.



Like Proud Mary, the song above starts off nice and easy and then it gets to rolling, rolling.


Mid-Missouri Christian Choir, Jefferson City, Missouri. April 2018. Jeannie Sneller. 


I think of some other gospel music concerts I've had the good luck to attend:

Mid-Missouri Christian Choir, Jefferson City, Missouri. April 2018. Tracy Tackett.

 
Mid-Missouri Christian Choir, Jefferson City, Missouri. April 2018. Brian Smith.


Mid-Missouri Christian Choir, Jefferson City, Missouri. April 2018. Dan Fankhauser.



Thursday, March 30, 2017

El Paso: Gospel Explosion

Pamela Johnson-Angeles and Ashley Clark and singer, Gospel Explosion, February 2017, UTEP, El Paso, Texas.


February 2017

The Gospel Explosion 2017 at UTEP featured songs, praise dance, and the spoken word.

I'm agnostic, but that doesn't mean I don't have an appreciation for fine faith music.

El Paso Community Choir, Gospel Explosion, February 2017, UTEP, El Paso, Texas.


Gospel music, in particular, embraces all of that which makes up a human life: hope, despair, love, grief, happiness, courage, exultation, determination, peace, turmoil.

As eloquently described by a poet below:




Below, The Quartet performs I Just Want to Thank You Lord:



Below, the El Paso Community Choir praises big:





Rev. Dr. Michelle Johnson, Gospel Explosion, February 2017, UTEP, El Paso, Texas.


A praise dance below, by LaVaughan Carr Farmer and Christiana Carr:



How can one not feel uplifted after an afternoon of gospel music?


The themes are universal; it matters not what particular deity one believes in, if any at all. It is a music of life.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Toronto: Jazz Festival 2016: Toronto Mass Choir


Toronto Mass Choir, Jazz Festival 2016, Toronto, Ontario, Canada. June 2016.


I am a sucker for the union of many voices. How many eons of humanity are there in which we have curled the sounds we can make with our throats, mouths, tongues, and the manipulation of air through our lips - in unison or in harmony - to effect a communal one-ness?

In listening to gospel music specifically, it evokes for me strength, surrender, hope, determination, acceptance, love, exuberance, action, declaration, courage, unity.  

The Toronto Mass Choir performed at the Jazz Festival.

A sample here:



And here:




Toronto Mass Choir, Jazz Festival 2016, Toronto, Ontario, Canada. June 2016.





Friday, August 12, 2016

Antigua, Guatemala: Praise the Lord and Pass the Chocolate Kiss


Santa Lucia Church, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.



One afternoon I walked down 8th-or-9thish Avenue, aka Alameda de Santa Lucia, past the cemetery, and when I almost reached the corner of 7th Calle, where I intended to turn left, I heard a happy sound. Singing. Like gospel singing.



The sound soared above the usual raucosity of lumbering chicken buses, tuk-tuks, and motor bikes.



But where was it coming from? I stood still for a bit, trying to place its source. The church. The Catholic church across the street.



I crossed the intersection, crossed the church courtyard, entered the church. Smiling, huggy women greeted me in lilac blouses. They had chocolate kisses. One woman gave me a chocolate kiss. Maybe she hugged me. If not, I think she wanted to.


There were many people in the church, standing within the pews. Singing. Singing joyfully.


Santa Lucia Church, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.


Almost all were women. A man led the service at the front.

I had entered the realm of a pentecostal or charismatic congregation. Lots of positive energy. Swaying to the music, to the spirit, to the community of people gathering in a place to celebrate something together.

Being an opportunistic voyeur, I hoped there'd be some fainting or speaking in tongues about to happen right in front of me. Neither happened but I enjoyed being a temporary, happy participant in the service.

When I shared my experience with my airbnb hostess, she told me a story. My hostess has a couple of friends who are members of a charismatic/pentecostal church. They'd tried numerous times to persuade her to come to a service, unsuccessfully. Finally, one of the friends convinced my hostess to attend a weekend retreat with her, promising it would be low-key, relaxing, enjoyable.

My hostess did attend the retreat, only to experience relentless pressure to let her resistance go, to let Jesus take hold of her spirit, to move her to fall or speak in tongues. My hostess was adamant in not doing so, and as she continued to resist the pressure, the women present became more oppressive in their insistence. Finally, my hostess found a way to escape (and that's how she viewed it) the retreat and get home.

Below is an excerpt from a man who wanted to be a member, but became disillusioned, as follows:
 ... I repented and accepted Jesus as my Saviour with sincerity and fear. I did not want to go to hell. I was very zealous for the Lord and his Bible, a few weeks later hands were layed upon me for the baptism of the Holy Ghost with the evidence of this by speaking in tongues. I didn't feel anything, I was told to clear my mind and ask God for this gift of tongues and then speak the language that the spirit would give you. There is immense pressure on you to speak in tongues otherwise you are not empowered and you will struggle in your walk with Christ.

I would stand there with my mouth open waiting for the Holy Spirit to move my mouth but nothing happened, eventually I was told that "you must speak and that the Holy Spirit would not move your mouth. Just speak the first thing that comes to your mind, receive it by faith, you have been prayed for and hands layed upon you therefore RECIEVE THE SPIRIT." The Pastor says over me and so I begin to jibber jabber and the Pastor says "That's it, keep speaking that's the tongue you have recieved you must now cultivate the language by speaking it as much as possible."

I didn't feel anything no heat or electricity like some of the others claim to feel when they are given the "gift of tongues" Some people fall down or weep uncontrollably or sweat so much that they need to change their clothes, others gyrate or shake or bounce up and down. The ones that fall down may also gyrate and shake uncontrollably, it all depends on how much the Holy Spirit decides to touch you and how high a profile the Preacher has. 

This is all explained as the work of the Holy Spirit, people feel special and others envy at those that the Holy Spirit touches. I was one of those people that wanted an experience like that but never recieved it. ... After I spoke in tongues I went to see an elder of the church and told him that the tongues I'm speaking are just things I'm saying from my mind, anybody could do what I'm doing you don't need to be baptised in the Holy Spirit just speak anything. He told me that all these doubts are lies from the devil and that he is trying to steal your gift, don't let him do it. What could I do but believe what he told me therefore anytime I spoke in tongues I had these doubts but I had to ignore them because they were from the devil. When I asked the others about their experience, questions like what did you feel when you were baptised in the spirit they would answer with claims of bolts of electricity, heat, heart pumping vigorously and that they had no control of what was happening to them.  ...
Slaying in the spirit was something I never experienced. Twice I went to the alter to be slain but both times I was pushed. I was very disappointed and disillusioned. ... 

One evening a travelling evangelist with "great and mighty powers" was preaching at our church and then he had an alter call and began slaying people in the spirit, this guy was the genuine article some people were slain violently even before he touched them, they would fall backwards and be caught by "catchers"( this is now a calling and a ministry, to be a catcher) They would place them on the floor and be left alone for the spirit to do the work in their life that they needed, again some would shake, weep, and pray and occasionally hands are layed upon those that need further deliverence. 

One guy was on the floor stiff as a board and remained that way for the rest of the service.After the service a few of us went to a pizza place but first we picked up the stiff guy and put him in the back of a station-wagon and there he remained until about midnight. He was like that for 3 hours. We asked him what it felt like and he had the same feelings as others, warmth and electricity and no control over the situation, he said he tried to get up but couldn't. .... 

Holy moly.






Saturday, November 1, 2014

Louisiana: Opelousas: A Holy Ghost Party


Men of Vision, 2014 Holy Ghost Catholic Church Creole Festival, Opelousas, Louisiana

So. Halloween. Not being a trick-or-treater or wear-a-costume sort of gal, my annual strategy is to get out of the house on Halloween and hide out til the littles have completed their rounds.

In Lafayette, it being a party kind of place and Halloween being on a Friday this year, you would surmise correctly if you thought that most getaways included dressing up.

But then I saw the perfect place to go - the 22nd Annual Holy Ghost Catholic Church Creole Festival. The festival is the first weekend in November, beginning on Friday. Gospel music on Friday night.

Here's a video from St. Landry's Parish, focusing on Holy Ghost women making potato pies for the 2011 festival:




I got to hear different styles of gospel music at the church: 
  • Rap
  • Jazz
  • Blues
  • and I guess what I'd call the traditional gospel style

Here's a gospel rap song called "Having a Holy Ghost Party," performed at the concert Friday night:

 


And one of the songs from the Mount Olive Baptist Church Men's Chorus:




And from three women whose group name I forget:




There was even a performance of liturgical dance by the youth, and at first, I thought, aha, this is a new idea for me, but wait .... liturgical dance is just a fancy way of talking about sacred dance, which has been practiced in many cultures for eons.


2014 Holy Ghost Catholic Church Creole Festival, Opelousas, Louisiana


Sheesh, didn't I just spend a year in New Mexico, where traditions of sacred dance are carefully protected and handed down through the present generations?
 

2014 Holy Ghost Catholic Church Creole Festival, Opelousas, Louisiana

 
It was a perfect way to spend All Saints Eve.


Men of Vision, 2014 Holy Ghost Catholic Church Creole Festival, Opelousas, Louisiana




Thursday, January 5, 2012

Louisiana Road Trip 2011, Part 11: Going Home B

The last day. It's a cliche, but it's true: Time flies.

My vacation from Teach and Learn with Georgia has also flown by; I leave for Rustavi on the 12th.

On January 17, I'll learn if I will be a 2012 member of Teach for America.


Getting started

On Highway 1 in Mississippi, I listened to some rousing morning gospel music on the radio:




Missed turn

Whoops, missed my turn back onto Highway 1 from a Highway 49 leg. So I ended up taking the l-o-n-g way to Jonesboro, Arkansas.

On the bright side, if I'd turned when I supposed to, I would have missed seeing thousands of birds:




And this old-fashioned hellfire and brimstone tract carried by an Arkansas service station:

 


Or this really bizarre situation:


When I first drove by and saw this in my peripheral vision, I thought it was a hawk somehow snagged in a tree when it swooped for a kill. I turned around and came back for a closer look. Not much left except the beaks and wings of a duck.

So concludes my Louisiana Road Trip.