The church choir next door is wailing away, fully mic'ed and feeling the spirit. Windows are open both here and there because it was 99F today and no natural air conditioning in the form of fog or breeze has cleared out the lingering heat. The drummer is hammering away, the leads get soulful, the children clap and sing with slightly off-key enthusiasm. I've heard this set every night for the past week. I heard most of it last Sunday, in fact. Since it's already been performed in front of the congregation they must be practicing for a festival or a choir smackdown or something. I'm sick of it, but they're good so I can't really claim anything stronger than boredom and some irritation at having no choice in the matter. Our house would be unbearable if we left the windows closed. Thus, I listen.
But it's almost worth it just for one particular part of the concert. I cannot imagine who thought it was a good idea to rewrite Naughty By Nature's paean to cheating. Night after night I am privileged to hear the youth of the United Church of Christ call and respond to "You down with gee oh dee?" "Yeah, you know me!"
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