And on the 8th day God created House
Music generated by inspired bodies that brought forth
rhythm, beats, and voices that did not sing about freedom
but that were FREEDOM.
Unbound these voices disintegrated shackles to dust for feet to
STOMP, slide and shuffle across dance floors in dimly lit santuaries
that earthlings called “clubs” but which the liberated ones called
Gateways, portals, to a land beyond the one that would render their being
Here they are GODS moving in time to the Voice
Stepping, shuffling, jirating to a rhythm that origins surpass that of time.
Writhing in ecstasy to a force beyond their control
The heart beat.
The souls became one exploding with applause of gratitude
For the gifts of the sanctuary.
The sweat. The aliveness. A high not available on this plane.
It fueled their movements, fired their souls, and united them ––
Under the Gospel of House.
Thou shalt not settle for the petty limitations placed upon thee by petty muthaphuckas.
Thou shalt jump, shout, kick, scream, and MOVE, like there is no tomorrow because there might not be one.
Thou shalt dance away the pain, the stress, the fear, the turbulence of everyday life … because there is nothing a good soul clap and bunny hop can’t cure!
One Love. One God. One Sky. One Day. One Life. Let’s live it!*
Rosie.*(just make sure you have ibuprofen and an ice pack in the freezer for when you get home ; ) )
House in the Park in Atlanta was a spiritual experience. Here’s
a tiny peak B).
Oh and if Alvin Ailey is ever in your burg, it is strongly suggested that you see this piece live.