I was fortunate enough to stumble across Emmylou Harris on Regis and Kelly this morning. She performed "Strong Hand," her tribute to June Carter Cash and I feel like I've just been blessed. Now, we can talk all day about the "kings" and "queens" of rock and roll - sure, Mick Jagger is rock and roll royalty, so is Michael Jackson, ditto for Neil Young - yadda, yadda, yadda. But when Emmylou comes on to the stage, or the television screen there is a reverence that comes out in me that no one else demands. She is so graceful and her voice is so pure that the atmosphere becomes more like a church service than a concert - even doing just one song on Regis and Kelly! This may be a stretch, but she makes me feel like I'm in the presence of Christ - she is completely compelling, but at the same time you just know that she'd sit down at the bar next to you and have a cold one. She's just as likely to hang out with the riff-raff (she's done duets with everybody on the planet - including Beck and Ryan Adams, to name a couple) as she is with Johnny and June. When I hear someone talk about rock and roll royalty, it's her that takes the spotlight in my mind.
Plus, there's something unbelievably beautiful about her behind that guitar.
Today in 1879, the first Catholic missionaries arrived in Uganda by canoe. It was one of the most successful missions in history, and now two-thirds of Ugandans are Christian.