The one thing that the old school
go-go has that the new school doesn't, is that church feel.
Right?
So it's a little different now.
It's more percussive.
But I'm going to read something called "A Baptist Beat."
[MUSIC PLAYING]
(SINGING) [INAUDIBLE]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Yeah, a mixed congregation.
Sinners, worshippers, hustlers, survivors,
all that terrible energy locked in--
God.
[MUSIC - CORNELL HAYNES, CHUCK BROWN, PHARELL WILLIAMS,
"IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE"]
[LAUGHTER]
I'm just trying to turn it down, trying to blend.
Such a gathering-- See, I can go back in just like that.
"Such a gathering of tribes has little, if any, use
for a silk-robe choir.
Members bring their own noise, own souls.
Any avenue crew will tell you nothing
comes closer to salvation than this here.
(SINGING) There is no talk of judgment.
No fear.
Every now and then an uninformed god
will walk in, bear witness, and mistake Kango for halo.
All those names for unwanted bodies being called home.
Arms raised to testify, waving from side
to side, fists like bullets.
Bullets like fists.
Above the snare, two sticks make the sign of the cross
then break.
A divorce crucifix.
The tambourine shakes like a collection plate.
This pastor wants to know who's in the house, are we tired yet,
where we're from, ready to quit.
We went down front, scream and shout, hell no,
we ain't ready to go.
No organ, hesitates, fills the house
with grace, good news, resurrection, and parole.
Gospel, of course, rising like souls.
Up, up, up, up, down, down.
Up, up, up, up, down.
Up, up, up, up, down, down.
Up, up, up, up, down.
That's the cowbell's religious beat.
A prayer.
Angel usher through dangerous air."
Thank you.