Over The Rhine @ Eddie's Attic

Tonight in Decatur, GA at a quaint little club called Eddie's Attic, a band that I have come to really like will be playing. Unfortunately I can't make the trip to see them this time, perhaps some other time I can. Over The Rhine is a husband and wife team who have been making music for quite some time now. They are one of those bands like Vigilantes of Love who have always been on the fringe of the Christian marketplace (they play some of the big Christian festivals and such but have avoided the moniker of "Christian Band"). Since I can't make it to one of the best live music venues in the country to hear a great band. I thought I would post something about them and a song that I have fond particularly interesting.



On their most recent studio album, which is now a few years old, Over The Rhine, delivers a melodic, sultry effort that combines some of the great themes of American music into a 21st century journey full of wonder and imagination. The title song, Trumpet Child, features soulful, jazz-tinged instrumentation the likes of Louis Armstrong, Miles Davis, and John Coltrane, with vocals that rival the legends of R&B and soul, like Billie Holiday and Aretha Franklin.
I'll post the lyrics below without further commentary...I think they speak for themselves, but the music adds so much to the total experience of the song.

The Trumpet Child

The trumpet child will blow his horn
Will blast the sky till it’s reborn
With Gabriel’s power and Satchmo’s grace
He will surprise the human race

The trumpet he will use to blow
Is being fashioned out of fire
The mouthpiece is a glowing coal
The bell a burst of wild desire

The trumpet child will riff on love
Thelonious notes from up above
He’ll improvise a kingdom come
Accompanied by a different drum

The trumpet child will banquet here
Until the lost are truly found
A thousand days, a thousand years
Nobody knows for sure how long

The rich forget about their gold
The meek and mild are strangely bold
A lion lies beside a lamb
And licks a murderer’s outstretched hand

The trumpet child will lift a glass
His bride now leaning in at last
His final aim to fill with joy
The earth that man all but destroyed