sweet sweet abandon

i should hope that in jesus' final moments in the earthly plane he hallucinated this incredible scene: a young tone deaf woman whose love of god is so strong that only hillbilly barroom shuffle music can barely approach the strength of her great passion for his lordship... he watched this minor angel tearing away at an electric guitar in a tin shack in missouri (america of all places!) from his perch on the cross and knew that all his work was worth clearly something if he could inspire such unprecedented devotion in such a blissfully unaware child. Sing, sing my cherub! let no limits of tone or harmony hamper your glorious vision of my deity!!! into the light my dear, the LIGHT!!! and such was the making of Isabel Baker's timeless masterpiece in XIAN dementia, I LIKE GOD'S STYLE. there's almost nothing like it. purely and concretely OUT in its lack of all concern for musicality or vocal delivery making this one of the great triumphs of purely unhinged music. do not miss, ye heathen blog hoppers!