Yesterday, I got stuck revising a scene. I wanted to convey gut-churning angst, taking the reader on a hellacious emotional roller coaster while indicating there was light at the end of the tunnel.
I had cued up an appropriate playlist for my anti-writer’s block dance (don’t ask) when I thought, “What would a songwriter do?”
Add a black choir, of course!
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Add-A-Black-Choir turns the hard-rocking singers of “Dirty White Boy” into soul-searching power balladeers.
Somehow Eminem gets to rep Detroit despite growing up in Missouri. Does backing him with Add-A-Black-Choir up his Day-Twah cred?
Flo doesn’t let this Add-A-Black-Choir sing but their mere presence (and Phantom of the Opera impersonation) lends gravitas.
Did Sting really want to be here? Good thing Add-A-Black-Choir distracts us from his shame and Puffy’s terrible lip synching.
“How to Make People Apoplectic” by Madonna. Step one: burn crosses. Step two: kiss Black Jesus. While effective, even Add-A-Black-Choir couldn’t save this one from the censors.
U2 comes to Harlem. Add-A-Black-Choir and stir!
A pre-trial R. Kelly knows the key to making listeners feel invincible: Add-A-Black-Choir.