God on the Mountain, redux
The audio is crap (sorry, Adam), and the quality is what you get when Uncle Bob or whomever at the family gathering does the video work, but this is really the kind of natural musical goodness that somehow seems to almost benefit from the grungy quality of the recording … it’s the effect that people strive for when they use sepia tones on photoshop or make their recordings sound like old phonographs. Age as a proxy for authenticity. Skip all that. Here’s the real deal:
Those of you who prefer to feel this sort of thing sans commentary, stop reading now.
The rest of us will talk for a minute about how this could be a tutorial in gospel music style, rightly understood. Allman doesn’t sing out of his range. He seems to intuitively understand that tasteful augmentation of certain notes and phrases can convey a greater sense of power and more forceful effect (both musically and psychospiritually) than would vocally crossing a wide range of registers or contorting the diaphragm in faulty flights of head tones and dog whistles.
Plus, he’s just, you know, sitting on a couch … with a guitar (and frankly he kinda looks like someone who’s lived and learned alot about living since we last saw him with Greater Vision, in his focus on the family hair and those reverential suits … maybe I’m just likin the song alot, but it’s almost as if you can hear the wisdom of experience in the song).
At any rate, you want to tell the people chatting and bustling about and talking over the music, hey …
STFU be quiet, can’t you tell there’s glory coming down on the other side of the room over there. But then I guess that’s the way grace usually arrives, when Uncle Bob forgets his tripod and somebody’s brother-in-law is about to nod off from too much turkey.