Another reason to love living in the San Francisco Bay Area: Stepping into a taxi on a warm, lazy Sunday morning (in December – hello, Boston!) and being greeted by the music of the Doctor of Hypertension, Chief Stephen Osita Osadebe. (Thank you for that, Okei!!)
If the Chief feels he needs 19 minutes to tell you what he’d like to tell you, we’re not gonna be the ones to stop him.
Sure, you might say this could happen to you in Amsterdam, Dublin, or Barranquilla. This is true. But was your taxi headed to the African Orthodox Church of St. John Coltrane, where the entrance procession is an hour-and-a-half rendition of A Love Supreme?
<html><head></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; ">beautiful, china tu made! grande, papicultor!<div><br></div><div>my sister used to live on scott street in SF, a few blocks from the old coltrane storefront church on divisidero. i went more than a few times in the mid 1990s–what an amazing cermony… qué musica! </div><div><br></div><div>abrazos…</div><div><br></div><div><br><div><div></div></div></div></body></html>