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Poi Dog Pondering at Marquette
Note: I'd heard them on MTV and jazz radio. I heard they were playing Marquette that day. I decided to be spontaneous, dropped everthing, went to the concert. I wasn't prepared to have a religious experience. I had to write about it.
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The girl is fluid motion.She is the ocean dancing.
She has the salt-water surf flowing rhythm in her veins. She
rides her violin like a surfboard.
The one in the middle in a thrift-store shirt, plaid
barbershop haircut with the slept-on look
moves like a piston around the stage and
his eyes are a better dancer than his
body and his face is the
moon to the sun of his soul.
He sings, "Metaphysical," and the
planets align themselves, the
accordian man and his trumpet change the
wardrobe of sound and the senses with each
song and bongos speak with the voices of
fingers rendering redundant the function of
the tongue. renaissance and reggae converge
with rock and mariachi and African drums
thunder lightning into the night while
bluegrass pervades the genius-composite. This
concert is a liturgy of incarnate
faith and I am a sinner sauntering down the
sawdust trail saved by the invitation to get
up and dance. I am
Lazarus come forth from the grave as these
minstrels unbind me and let me
go.-jwh- Milwaukee, WI, sometime in 1990 |
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