Up Above Our Heads

Posted on March 1, 2018 | 4 Comments

henrymemattmatt hawkins and his son henry jammed with me after a wednesday night church service yesterday. henry used to bang on a toy guitar, and pretend to play with the church band when he was 5 or 6. now he’s in middle school & banging out chords for real on a keyboard! the song we’re going to play sunday is up above my head by sister rosetta tharpe. we had a blast practicing, but then i told the guys, “that song is gonna be stuck in your head for the rest of the night!”

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4 Responses to Up Above Our Heads

  1. mom | March 1, 2018 at 8:19 am | Reply

    I just finished reading Go Tell It On The Mountain by James Baldwin. Thank God the black spirituals may have been the only hope they had in Harlem. And even that was a hard life.

  2. Dad | March 1, 2018 at 5:51 pm | Reply

    I remember a lady in S. San Gabriel Nazarene Church that played a mean honky tonk style hymn. Everybody would try to stay up with her when she played those peppy ones.

  3. mom | March 2, 2018 at 9:46 am | Reply

    her name was Nancy Van Gosbeck. we loved her piano playing.

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