You know what...
People may feel like Sabe is being over-the-top, but it's because he's adamant about musicians raising the standard. It is absolutely ridiculous how much Gospel & R n' B musicians are able to NOT know, and still be considered "great". Their is so much more to music - and I totally do NOT condone this blatant laziness on the part of so many Black musicians. Yes, that's right .... BLACK musicians. Blacks are notorious for dismissing the importance of a good education. Sorry, had to say it - its' the gospel truth. Ultimately, this mentality extends to the field of music.
You know, Div, it's very interesting you should say that. I've been to my share of black churches and white churches (to be honest with you, most "white" churches are really multiracial, but I'll save that for another topic), and I've seen drummers of all sorts of nationalities, and it seems like us African-Americans are not all that interested in learning anything about music. Case in point, when I see certain drummers of another color, they have everything except the kitchen sink in their stickbag. Sticks, Rakes, soft mallets, brushes (!!!), everything. A song without a backbeat comes up, out come the cymbal swells. A slow, quiet song comes up, out come the rakes or hotsticks or whatever. There are so many colors and textures coming from that corner.
Now, we go to 22nd Street Victory Deliverance Temple Cathedral Tabernacle PAW Church, where Ray-Ray Dupree is hittin' the woods and skins. Ray-Ray is considered a local legend in the area. Whenever he sits down, there's a crowd of adolecent guys circling around him, waiting to hear a "fresh 2 def" lick. A devotion song starts up.
"Victory is mine, Victory is mine, Victory today is mine..."
Ray-Ray waits, anticipating his grand enterance into the song. He starts chicking the hi-hats on 2 & 4. His crowd grows restless.
"I told satan, get ye behind. Victory today is mine."
*RLRFRLFFRLRLFFRLFFRLFRFF BAM!!!*
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The crowd goes wild. "OOOOOHHH!!!!!!" "DID YOU SEE DAT?!!!!!" "DIS DUDE IS DA TRUF!!!!!!!!" Devotion goes quite well for Ray-Ray. Now we get into the opening hym
"Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
I'm born of his Spirit, washed in his blood."
*RLRFRLFFRLRLFFRLFFRLFRFF BAM!!!*
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"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" "THAT'S ONE BAD BOY RIGHT HE-YA!!!!!!!!" "DAT'S RAW, DOC!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Ray-Ray is making an impact right now. Here comes a choir selection:
"Why should I worry, Why should I fret
Look at all the ways He's made and every promise kept
I look to the hills from whence cometh my help
I tell you where my help cometh
It cometh from the Lord"
*RLRFRLFFRLRLFFRLFFRLFRFF BAM!!!*
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Here comes the offering:
*RLRFRLFFRLRLFFRLFFRLFRFF BAM!!!*
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The choir's up again:
"Yes, Yes
My soul says yes
Come what may
It's still
Yeeeeeeeeees
Yeeeeee-eeeeeeees"
*RLRFRLFFRLRLFFRLFFRLFRFFRLFFRFRFRLRLFFRLR BAM!!!*
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(He's really feeling it now!)
The Spirit's running high now. The organist plays those oh so familiar chords. The crowd gets out their digital cameras and mini-disc players. That's right: a shout's about to break out!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" "HAAAAHAHAAAAAHAAA" "WHAT IS THAT?!!!!!!!!!!" "WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Towels are being thrown! Cats are jumping up and down! The chubby dude with the jacked-up taper just wet himself! What is all this commotion over?
*RLRFRLFFRLRLFFRLFFRLFRFF BAM!!!*
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The shout ends, the "Yes Lord" song swells, Pastor Jackson walks up to the podium, and the group walks outside to get some fresh air and ramble about the performance they just witnessed. Finally, the Pastor opens the doors of the church...
"I surrender all, I surrender all;
All to thee, my blessed Savior,
I surrender all."
You guessed it...
*RLRFRLFFRLRLFFRLFFRLFRFF BAM!!!*
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After the service is over, the small crowd is circled around Ray-Ray, praising him for the sick chops, which of course was a "much needed" distraction from the Word. A man walks up to the musician's pit and goes behind the plexiglass to make small talk with the drummer (which is funny, because
the drums aren't miced). "That was some nice playing, youngblood. How are you on your rudiments?" the man asks. Ray-Ray gives a self-assuring smirk and replies "Dey tight! Check it..."
*RLRFRLFFRLRLFFRLFFRLFRFF BAM!!!*
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The man chuckles to himself, shakes his head and walks away.
Don't get me wrong. There isn't exactly anything wrong with *RLRFRLFFR*. Heck, I like doing the *RLRFRLFFR* every once in the while when the music calls for it. Key words:
when the music calls for it. Some people like hearing it every four bars. I mean, Gerald Heyward pretty much started the whole thing. Here's the thing, though. If you go to LFT Bensalem, I bet you that you won't hear the *RLRFLFFR* every change of phrase. He's not 16 anymore. This is something that we all need to learn. Play what is needed, because there will come a time when some little kid will become the new local phenom, and if you don't further your musical vocabulary, your crowd
will leave you behind.
I have too much time on my hands...