I would expect to find Jesus in the lowest of places… In the ceiling tile of a seedy hostel, to remind someone of how things “could be.” Perhaps in the sweat of a beer can, to give hope to the hopeless.
But is it wrong of me to refuse to believe that he will magically appear under the ass of a hairy, sweaty priest at an aging church in a popular European tourist destination?
Anyone who knows me well knows I’m a Bill Withers fan. And that I think Sting’s one of the most brilliant songwriters and musicians that ever lived.
So I found this …
And strangely… it sucked, no thanks to that fucking wannabe Kenny G in the background… I’m guessing that’s the same guy from Synchronicity album, where he added an artistic element with the bizarre and off-topic flourishes… But here, he just fucked up some perfectly good downward-spiral sort of interpretive dissonance…
Sorry, Sir Sumner — but you need to fire that fuckin’ guy.
So here’s a damn good version to offset the bullshit above.
Oh, Hell, yeah! Isn’t that better?
In fact … it might even rival Bill Withers …
But then again, pretty much everything Tunde Baiyewu does sounds “right”…