I’m sure there are better things in life than when a musical performance launches into full-on, hand-clapping gospel, but I can’t think of any at the moment.  I squeal every time I witness such a spectacle, getting my lily-white midwestern ass out of my seat, clapping on the upbeats, and praying to God that someone will hand me a tambourine.

I was watching the Concert for Bangladesh while getting ready for work this morning, and had totally forgotten how Billy Preston breathed new life into the show with this perfect number. While I’m still trying to place myself in the grand scheme of religion/spirituality, art is what makes me feel closest to whatever God is. This song takes me to Church.

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