Cotton song.

A 2fer.

Cotton Song

Come, brother, come. Lets lift it;
come now, hewit! roll away!
Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day
But lets not wait for it.
God's body's got a soul,
Bodies like to roll the soul,
Cant blame God if we dont roll,
Come, brother, roll, roll!
Cotton bales are the fleecy way,
Weary sinner's bare feet trod,
Softly, softly to the throne of God,
"We aint agwine t wait until th Judgment Day!
Nassur; nassur,
Hump.
Eoho, eoho, roll away!
We aint agwine to wait until th Judgment Day!"
God's body's got a soul,
Bodies like to roll the soul,
Cant blame God if we dont roll,
Come, brother, roll, roll!

—Jean Toomer, Cane

Cane is a great but little known modernist Masterpiece out of the Harlem Renaissance. But is it a novel, a prose poem? A melange? A Bad CBS melodrama? Check it out; you won't regret it.

After lunch (A Veranda platter: two ribs and BBQ sausage on a stick and a slice of Chef Tyler's Rock Bottom chicken with avocado sauce wrap; darn I waited too long for a Turkey leg—next year Jay!)

Wandered around some more, saw a lot of nice art, but eventually left empty-handed. Three more shows to attend.

Gas pours fuel on the fire. Did a nice Heartbreakers cover, "The Waiting."



This little fella was practicing his hippy hop for Bonnaroo right down to a faceplant on the asphalt producing a cut lip.



Bill Davis was definitely in the District! Here he performs the rare "Spinout"!




Jeff of Jeff and Jeff with his favorite go go dancer!



Jeffrey C. Rockin' the Gibson as the show closes on the CDAF. But is it a Les Paul or an SG? Think this was his Dickie Betts' impression . . .