This week, the sound of A Star Called Love began emerging from the imagined realms of songwriters, composers, musicians, and me. A green and winding road brought Eric Mogli DeAratahna, Dariel and I to Tammi Brown’s beautiful home, to stomp ring-shout rhythms upon her wood floors, reverberate the beautiful voices of two of her singers into an entire Black Baptist Choir through the mysterious magic of Eric’s recording ingenuity, and pace and meter concepts into chords.
These melodies haunt you. Nobody Knows The Trouble I’ve Seen, This Train is Bound For Glory, Run Lala Run! and so many more echo in my mind as I try to sleep at night. Tammi pulled the past into the present, sending goosebumps up my arms, and shivers down my spine, as I tread in the footsteps of a deep, rich history of souls.
For all of our enthusiasts, moved by mere words read in my living room; you will be shaking and clapping and wanting to jump to your feet or burst into tears, or simply sing along when you hear these sounds!
Two months to go! Rivera