Monday, 2 April 2018

Sometimes You Just Know

"I'll Take You There," by the Staple Singers

Because I'm certain non-material phenomena don't exist, "soul" is a word I like to use carefully. Like millions of others, I was brought up to believe that it denoted an actual entity that existed somewhere inside me, but also separate from me; unlike me, however, it would live through a blissful eternity if I behaved myself before I had to leave the scene. The whole scheme eventually struck me as unjust and nonsensical and I abandoned my belief in it a long time ago.

Singing isn't my new religion, but I love it infinitely more than I do my old one (I find it infinitely more useful, too). And I think I get the use of "soul" when it comes to singing (and playing): it's artful and sincere, it makes you and the singer(s) and player(s) ecstatic or sorrowful (mostly the former, in my experience) . . . Heck, I'm just running my mouth . . . Listen to this song, its soulful lyrics, its soulful players, its soulful singers, the soulful woman singing lead . . . You'll know what I mean.

(Of course, the joke's on me because I think they're all talking about heaven, and I don't believe in heaven.)

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