On Saturday night, thanks to our Mother, Crimesha and I were able to experience and enjoy an evening at The Velvet Note, where we had our very first official date night over four years ago. The performing band was a group of young men out of Canada, called "B's Bees." They were accompanied by Delfeayo Marsalis. His name speaks for itself. The show was GREAT and we loved every bit of it. Some of the music reminded us of our times in New Orleans, while in college at Xavier University. We don't get out a whole lot to enjoy such things, so we are ever grateful to "Ma" for this awesome gift.
As we watched, I took turns focusing in on each instrument and the player of it. First the Bass and Bassist; one hand high, pressing and sliding up and down. The second hand was down low, plucking and picking feverishly. The face of the Bassist was focused, eyes closed, grimacing here and there, as though desperate to bring the best out of this wood and string combination. My eyes shifted to the Guitar and Guitarist. Again, two hands doing two different things at the same time. This time, the look on the face along with the posture was more seductive and sexual. With eyes closed, his hands moved as a husband's who's blindly touching and testing the curves and contours of his wife's body, calling forth the sweetest sounds from this thing of wood and string.
Now, to the Piano and Pianist. Two hands with fingers, shifting from side to side, pressing, stroking, and tapping keys of black and white alike. His head down with eyes closed, as he tickled his instrument which in turn touched our ears in a calming, captivating way. Also, there was the Trombone and its Trombonist. Words cannot explain what this gifted man did with his brass. With his eyes closed, it was as if he were seeing with a spirit in tune with his music maker. Back and forth, the slide slid; note after note; not one fell sour. Finally, there were the Drums and the Drummer, "B", the leader of the band. His eyes remained open, watching each player, leading them with his beat. He controlled the tempo, and by his count all others obeyed. Fast, then slow, then fast again, two hands that may as well have been detached and doing as they pleased. Eyes could not follow.
Each member of this band, drew the best out of their diverse, dissimilar instruments. Focused on and drawing from their individual gifts, while following the beat of the leader, great music was made for ALL to enjoy, love, and respect. The Leader brought this group together and simply said, "Follow me."
AMERICA!! We are off beat, out of tune, and making a musical mockery of the band our Leader has called us to be. If only we will call on His name and turn from our wicked ways, then He will hear from Heaven and heal our band!! Soak your ribs in that!
Those who have ears, let them hear!!
Bryan Hollomon Williams