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![Frankie walking that walk 1940’s [Franklin Family Album] ©WaheedPhotoArchive, 2014](https://64.media.tumblr.com/7cbf2c967f894b5c57dd79dd196a2e55/tumblr_n0h7zhHGR01qhljlao1_1280.jpg "Frankie walking that walk 1940’s [Franklin Family Album] ©WaheedPhotoArchive, 2014")
![After The Ball Game 1950’s [Mack Family Album] ©WaheedPhotoArchive, 2014](https://64.media.tumblr.com/1bc9c7ffcde3c59df991d86109ffd8e8/tumblr_n0gcsihXaO1qhljlao1_1280.jpg "After The Ball Game 1950’s [Mack Family Album] ©WaheedPhotoArchive, 2014")
“Mama says her leg is hurting”
Henry, Mama, Mr. Williams and Bob
In the Backyard by the fig tree.
[Breckenridge Family Album]
©WaheedPhotoArchive, 2014
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Al Green performs on Soul Train, Hollywood, CA [6April74]
I post this every year or so and a/v sources keep improving. This version is the fullest, best-looking/sounding copy to date.
An earlier post of mine includes this description:
Green had a busy week leading up to the Saturday taping of Soul Train. Earlier that week, he performed at the Sybil Brand Institute (a women’s prison in Los Angeles) and in Bakersfield, CA. At both shows he performed with a sprained arm in a sling, the result of an incident which occurred six weeks earlier in Milwaukee. During Soul Train’s question and answer segment, one of the dancers, James Phillips, bluntly asked Green, “What happened to your arm?” Green replied, “I fractured it in Milwaukee trying to get into the car. 35 [fans] didn’t agree that I could leave at that time.”
And finally, this year, I found a “Midnight Special” episode from ‘74 with accompanying text purporting to identify members of Green’s touring band:
Larry Lee - music director, guitar
James Bass - guitar
William McBroom - bass
Lynda Harper - organ
Johnny Brown (?) - electric piano
Aaron Purdie - drums
Eddie Folk - percussion
Michael Baker, Buddy Jarrett - saxophone, background vocals
Daryl Neely - trumpet, background vocals
Maya Angelou by Stephen Parker.
STILL I RISE
By Maya AngelouYou may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou, “Still I Rise” from And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems.
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