A Soulless Few

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Sitting here taking my medicine an old song by the Fairfield Four came to my mind, The Last Month of the Year. It’s a peppy tune about Jesus born on Christmas Day. Even now the tune plays in my head, but I dare out play it on Spotify. Because I just assume hear it as I did on CD when I bought the album decades ago. But you go ahead and find it on any streaming service, I know you will enjoy it.
 
It’s sort of a hazy day outside, not too cold. Just the right weather to listen to a Black spiritual hymn. And I see no shame in saying I love Black Spiritual and Mass Choir Music. And when the mood strikes me I often find my wife singing along with the tunes. Given that she was raised in the Pentecostal Way. As you know I was raised in the early Evangelical Movement of Jim Bakker and The PTL Club. If you were raised in the Deep South or The Hill Country, you know what I mean. Anyway my taste for Black Spiritual music sprang up from there. And despite my “Backslidden Ways” I still enjoy the music to this day.  
 
I ain’t got no damn clue why I’m bringing any of this up. Other than to enjoy a past memory and allow the sweet harmonies of The Fairfield Four to play in my head. For a millennia, music has always played a part in the human condition. Rather to celebrate or to mourn, music gives comfort to the comfortless, and hope to the hopeless. So on this month of remembrance, don’t allow the actions of a soulless few to steal your joy.    
 
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