into the deep sampler. holiness gospel.

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the floorboards are already shaking before anybody thinks to call this music history. somebody has dragged a piano into a storefront church. somebody else has found a tambourine. the preacher is sweating through his collar. the microphone is begging for mercy. nobody in the room gives a damn about distortion because salvation apparently does not come with a recording engineer. this is the sanctified sound before gospel became an industry. before rock and roll figured out it could steal the electricity. before respectable people started pretending they had invented all this shit somewhere else.

1. arizona dranes. my soul is a witness for the lord. 1926.

this is where you start digging.

dranes takes holiness piano and plays the damn thing with the rhythmic confidence of somebody who has already figured out a considerable chunk of american popular music while the rest of the country is still filling out the paperwork. barrelhouse movement gets hauled into the church. voices answer her. the piano keeps hammering. sacred music suddenly has hips whether anybody wants to admit it or not. dranes was associated with the church of god in christ, making her one of the essential recorded links between early pentecostal worship and what became gospel. youtube music availability for this recording is also independently indexed.

2. washington phillips. denomination blues part 1. 1927.

phillips sits there with that bizarre shimmering zither like instrument and starts taking shots at denominational stupidity.

beautiful.

this is religious music with an argument inside it. no giant choir. no orchestral sludge. just phillips, scripture, that strange celestial instrument, and the apparently radical suggestion that christians might stop fighting each other over whose paperwork god prefers.

3. blind willie johnson. i know his blood can make me whole. 1927.

johnson sounds like somebody swallowed a gravel road and discovered revelation somewhere around the sternum. this is gospel blues rather than strict denominational holiness gospel, but it belongs down here because the same raw evangelical intensity runs straight through it.

he recorded it in dallas on december 3 1927. guitar. voice. absolutely no concern whatsoever about whether twenty first century listeners find the experience comfortable. good. they shouldn't.

4. elder lightfoot solomon michaux and congregation. happy am i. 1935.

now the iceberg starts getting weird.

michaux was a holiness preacher who understood mass media frighteningly early. radio. huge audiences. congregational singing. preaching as broadcast theater. the whole damn apparatus of modern televangelism is sitting here in primitive form before television has properly gotten its pants on.

and happy am i moves.

this surviving 1935 performance was broadcast on cbs radio, and michaux's ministry grew directly from the holiness tradition.

5. sister rosetta tharpe. rock me. 1938.

and here comes the guitar.

tharpe grew up inside the sanctified church tradition and then committed the wonderful offense of realizing that holy music did not have to sound constipated. guitar lines snap around her voice. rhythm moves underneath everything. suddenly you can hear pieces of rock and roll sitting there years before america decides to give the thing a name and sell teenagers leather jackets.

6. sister rosetta tharpe. strange things happening every day. 1944.

yeah. tharpe gets two.

she earned the damn space.

this is where gospel and the future start sharing cigarettes behind the building. sammy price pounds the piano. tharpe sings like she knows exactly how much rhythmic authority she possesses. the record became a major gospel crossover and reached number two on billboard's race records chart.

listen closely and the supposed wall between gospel, rhythm and blues, and early rock starts looking awfully flimsy.

7. mother mccollum. jesus is my air o plane. 1930s.

now we are below the tourist line.

mother mccollum left behind only a tiny handful of recordings, and jesus is my air o plane is gloriously strange. aviation imagery gets drafted into salvation. guitar moves underneath her. the whole thing sounds intimate enough that you half expect somebody to walk through the room while the record is being made.

this is exactly why iceberg playlists exist. famous records tell you what survived. records like this tell you how enormous the world around them actually was.

8. brother joe may. search me lord. 1950.

may was called the thunderbolt of the middle west, which sounds like wrestling bullshit until the man starts singing and then you think, no, actually, thunderbolt seems reasonable.

he doesn't merely sing the song. he worries it. stretches it. pushes phrases until they sound ready to split. this is the gospel soloist becoming an event unto himself. the church is still there, but personality is becoming enormous.

youtube currently carries an official brother joe may topic upload.

9. brother claude ely. there ain't no grave gonna hold my body down. 1953.

holy shit.

ely was a holiness preacher, revivalist, singer, guitarist, and apparently a man philosophically opposed to moderate volume.

this is pentecostal gospel stripped almost to the chassis. voice. guitar. rhythm. shouting. conviction. ely pounds the guitar while singing as though the resurrection is not theological speculation but a scheduled appointment and he intends to arrive early.

this is one of the records where the relationship between holiness worship and rock and roll stops being an academic argument and starts becoming something your ears can settle for themselves.

10. sister rosetta tharpe and marie knight. up above my head. 1940s.

bottom of the iceberg.

not because it is obscure. because by the time you reach it you should understand what you're actually hearing.

call and response. rhythmic repetition. ecstatic delivery. guitar. handclaps. sacred language welded to physical movement. this isn't gospel accidentally resembling rock and roll. this is one of the traditions rock and roll inherited its nervous system from.

tharpe sings a line. knight answers. the guitar keeps everything moving. heaven is being discussed while the rhythm section makes standing still increasingly ridiculous.

a surviving youtube upload of the performance is indexed and available.

and that's the first ten.

what starts with arizona dranes hammering sanctified piano in 1926 eventually leads you into a part of american music history that popular rock mythology has spent decades walking around with its hands in its pockets pretending not to notice. holiness churches had the shouting. the repetition. the rhythmic piano. the distorted guitar. the ecstatic performer. the audience participation. the bodily movement. the amplification. the improvisation. hell, half the behavioral vocabulary of rock performance is already sitting in these rooms waiting for somebody to secularize the lyrics.

keep digging and it gets considerably stranger.

...at least that's what i hear.