Get You Some Soul
I grew up right on the Tennessee/Georgia border and it’s always depended on the hour of the day as to which state I’m from. For this post, I’m from Tennessee.
It’s often said that good music ain’t what it used to be, or that it’s not even made anymore. I hope to disprove this theory.
I’ll admit my style of writing depicts that of a defeatist nature, as has been the multitude of my experience and so it naturally weaves itself into my prose. As a decent example of my tastes, “Sympathy for the Devil” is likely my favorite song of all time.
That said, I’ll not fight the finer angels of light when they manifest themselves upon our realm. Valery June is a specimen comparable to this definition. She gives me that strange feeling of pride knowing that she hails from Tennessee. She contains a brighter prism of color glowing from her flesh and from her music that rings out in the image of all the plasma of the galaxy as well as every portrait of a body of water underneath and reflecting and sparkling sunlight, chiming the winds of earth like bells pulled by the hands of God.
For the sake of brevity, I won’t go into her biography but it is inspiring and impressive and beautiful, particularly for anybody who’s ever taken to dreams, same as an astronaut that comes among the stars. She makes you want to go get yourself some soul.
Call it gospel or country, them old southern blues songs or soul, call her ‘genre’ whatever you think fits, but once you hear her, you must call it Good.
We all need that light resounding out from special spirits among us and Valerie June‘s aura and sound sparks as the orbit for all that shines upon this world.