May was unseasonably warm. I bounced through streets listening to all the new songs everyone else is. These, plus Beyonce, too.
How did Chance find such light in Chicago? I felt guilty, dumb-grinning on the bus the day his album came out. It transported me back to my childhood revivals, when we grabbed bliss however we could find it, stubbornly shutting out the dark that creeped in around the edges. His Kirk Franklin feature reminded me of this older tune, "Stomp," which makes me just as happy in my 30s as it did as a Christian teenager.