Staring at the ceiling in the dark, I feel like I’m a tired log which has traveled through a storm: blown away, knocked around, torn down. You know, one of those days when you wake up in the middle of the night, feeling utterly helpless and completely alone.
At those moments, I take out United, Our Thing Will Stand, a collection of James Booker’s live performances at Tipitina’s in 70’s, and play track 3 on Disc 1 — That’s Life / Ain’t Nobody’s Business / Precious Lord — my go-to music when I’m a wreck. I then find everything I need. James Booker gets me. He knows my pain and despair, and says that’s OK; it’s OK to feel like that sometimes; it’s OK to cry. He takes my hand, and leads me on.