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Rating: "At the blast of your anger the waters piled up, the waves stood like a dam, the depths congealed in the heart of the sea.
You blew with your breath: the sea covered them, they sank like lead in the mighty waters.
Who is like you among the gods, Lord? Who is like you, majestic in holiness, awesome in deeds, worker of wonders?
" Then one of the four priests of the Living Colour, the priest of the voice Corey Glover, dressed in an orange robe, changed place and moved back. The column of cloud also moved and passed from front to back. It came to stand between the camp of the foolish agnostics and that of the believers and faithful to the Living Colour and the God Sound. Now the cloud was dark for some and light for others; thus, one could not approach the other throughout the night.
Then the priest of the lyre and the zither, Vernon Reid, stretched out his hand over the sea. And the Sound throughout the night, drove the sea with a strong east wind, making it dry; the waters were divided. The believers entered the dry sea, while the waters divided by the Sound were walls to them on the right and left. The agnostics pursued them with all the Pharaoh's horses, his chariots, and his horsemen, entering in the midst of the sea behind them.
But at the morning watch, the drummer priest, William Calhoun, from the column of fire and cloud, cast a glance on the field of the agnostics and routed it. He slowed down their chariot wheels, so that they could hardly drive them. Then the agnostics said: "Let's flee from the four priests of Living Colour and their followers, because the Sound fights for them against the unbelievers!"
The Sound spoke and worked again through the mouth and hand of the priest of low frequencies, Daug Wimbish, who stretched his instrument over the sea; the waters poured over the agnostics, their chariots, and their horsemen.
Glover stretched his hand over the sea again and, while the believing people tried to cling to his robe to touch even just for a moment with their fingers a part of God, the sea, at daybreak, returned to its usual level, while the agnostics, fleeing, headed towards it. The Sound swept them away in the midst of the sea. The waters returned and covered the chariots and horsemen of the entire army of Pharaoh, who had entered the sea behind the followers of Living Colour: not one of them was saved. Instead, the six hundred chosen to witness from the beginning the celebration of the apotheosis of Living Colour and the God Sound had walked in the dry midst of the sea, while the waters were walls to them on the right and left. On that day, the Sound celebrated by the four priests saved the believers from the hand of the agnostics and the believers saw the dead agnostics on the shore of the sea; those who were fortunate enough to witness it in person could see the mighty hands with which the priests had acted against the agnostics through the resurrection and declamation and liberation and glorification of the Sound; and the people feared the Sound and believed in it and in its servants, the four priests of Living Colour. (Freely adapted from Exodus "second book of the Pentateuch" with no intention to harm or offend Christian sentiments was intended or attempted. The author hopes not to be accused of blasphemy).
Two intense hours. 600 elected to witness the Resurrection. The "Motion Unlimited" as the chosen place to host the rebirth. Your Mr_Iko has personally met and pleasantly conversed with the four priests. Their infinite patience and kindness for the 600 in delirium was incredible. After the performance, they stopped for an hour to entertain the fans, they shot amateur videos with the followers' cameras, had their photos taken among us, and conveyed their message to us. Talking with Reid and Wimbish and lamenting their sole date in Italy, I learned from their lips about an imminent new tour for the next year. The singer also confirmed their presence in 2004 swearing on his honor that they will return soon. Never have I seen such kindness to the fans. Never have I enjoyed a concert so much. I thought I had already heard the unlistenable and was proven wrong. I thought the wall that separates the artist from the fan was always unbreakable and I was proven wrong. Thank you, oh four priests, for giving us an incredible and unforgettable evening. Thank you from the heart. As the fantastic four often repeated to us: "We are Living Colour, but you are a living colour." Truly, thank you.
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