I Have Been to the Mountain Top!

  I know it has been fifty years since, my friend Martin, spoke to the crowds in Washington. I respect him and others who rode the bus, and walked the walk. However.....
  Occasionally I use the phrase, in the biblical sense. Like I have witnessed a miracle, or been to see Bruno Mars!
 I have been to the mountain top of Bruno Mars, and it was life altering.
( You can not compare Martin Luther Kings speech to Bruno Mars, but..... I am filled with the spirit, and it is my blog!)
  He spoke to me, his voice is perfect.
  He brings back Little Anthony to me, maybe some Smokey, Michael Jackson, and some New Orleans Jazz with some Memphis Blues thrown in. This small, young man, with a Mahalia Jackson volume, and sex oozing out of every pore. Marvin Gay would have a run for his money. This precious man?boy? sung his heart and other parts of his body out!! He is Gladys Knight and the Pips, he is mine! Old school and new wrapped up in glitter, yes he dropped gold glitter on the crowd towards the end. I held my hands to the heavens!
His band was fantastic, the lighting was the Matrix, and a single spotlight all at once. There was a screen behind him, that had all, from his old videos to giant parrots flying off the screen.

 We danced the night away, and sang each word. Bruno Mars is an entertainer, who would take a grenade for me!! Young and old, black and white, men and women filled the seats, and he put a spell on us.

I have been to the mountain top, and my preacher man Martin, would say, " and all my children shall hold hands!
and we did, united by music, we are beautiful, just ask Bruno!