Mickey Mangun and another Pentecostal friend, Janice Sjostrand, sang at the dedicatory church service at my first inauguration and brought the house down.
You realize that hip-hop is urban folk art, and as much an indication of the conditions in impoverished areas as bluesman Robert Johnson's laments in the 1930s.
Beautifully arranged with an acoustical treasure trove of flutes, singing bowls, cello, percussion, didgeridoo, jembe, piano, accordion and vocals, this is an aural journey not to be missed.