This is really just a tiny story of how I was, and I'm not being hyperbolic here, saved by one man and a tiny Black Baptist church in South Point, Georgia.

 

And I was reminded of that story, the actual experience, while listening to Avery R. Young's exceptional album, "Tubman.".

 

So this is also a listening party, a bit of a semi-secular testimony to the power of the human voice, as an instrument of communication and an instrument of capturing the human condition most accurately outside of the human condition.

 

Love that you're here.

 

-G