I guess I'll have to count the floating verses for Swing Low Sweet Chariot that got going one memorable day in the car. I didn't know then that sort of singing had a name, floating verses, but I know why it's called floating, for sure. I think it was about two hours worth, and it warn't none too sanitized as to musical form... the longer it went on the bluesier it got. Call it a blues whine, as opposed to a stomp! I can't remember any of the verses, either, but life hasn't been the same since.... I guess I musta been praying too. All that's left of the day is a happy glow with an even loopier grin than usual. Reckon it was another Holy Ghost zap, and if anyone tells you that you can only get that once, well, nope!

DJH, come on over. You and me and Hardiman (my husband) and Dharmabum (a regular visitor) will whip us up a batch of the Real Deal. Any luck we catch Mmario here too. Better come early enough in the week to get a good church set worked up we can all play and sing. Haul out the old bass distortion pedal and turn us all loose. After all it is Pentecost season.

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