Rev. Sekou and the Holy Ghost
I put on my big-girl panties and went to the concert. This was the right choice; it was awesome. :D
There is a thing live music can do to me, where the right combinations of volume and style and melody/harmony (and sometimes lyrics, though that's much less vital) make me feel like my whole body is a tuning fork vibrating along. And I cry. They're not sad tears. They're not even happy tears, particularly, though the tuning-fork feeling is definitely positive. They're just a weird involuntary quirk of my nervous system: hit the right trigger and I go floaty and my eyes drip.
Rev. Sekou and the Holy Ghost hit that for me three and a half times tonight.
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There is a thing live music can do to me, where the right combinations of volume and style and melody/harmony (and sometimes lyrics, though that's much less vital) make me feel like my whole body is a tuning fork vibrating along. And I cry. They're not sad tears. They're not even happy tears, particularly, though the tuning-fork feeling is definitely positive. They're just a weird involuntary quirk of my nervous system: hit the right trigger and I go floaty and my eyes drip.
Rev. Sekou and the Holy Ghost hit that for me three and a half times tonight.
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