little jack horton here did you miss me ah tom was talking about all that slow
moving heroin jazz that south central sound well what about gospel west coast style gospel you
know let me tell you a little story in 1951 they used to have what they call the great hollywood
parking lot weekend revival swap meets for jesus really they put up two big old worn out carny tents
at either end of a giant park lot see like one time they might use hollywood park another time
griffith park santa nita fairgrounds something like this one tent was for the negro races blacks
of all kinds uh really the other end was for the white people you know and they'd set them up and
the choirs would go in there and the preachers would start holy god let the music begin begin
the god damn jesus begin i'll tell you the choirs would start screaming and the holy rollers would
start rolling on the ground and it was black gospel wailing on one end of heaven and white
on the other and the whites really didn't have a chance because the blacks were really full with
the blood of the redeemer and their music was really top-notch whites couldn't cut it
so that they began to resort to tricks you know the west coast fanatical tradition of white people
back all the way to people like amy simple mcpherson and such hucksters con men religious
grifters scammers flim flamers all the same it's a carnival it's just a religious carnival really
most of these evangelists and singers were really people who sold fuller brushes to
housewives during the week or or helms donuts or something like that the whites could not
compete with that black music out in those parking lots uh all both tents were run by
the same group of religious people just watching them the musics compete
so to compete really against the blacks white started using carnival stunts like
amy simple mcpherson having herself kidnapped and one day they brought in a an elephant with
an evangelist preaching on top and then blacks at the other end of the parking lot were laughing
their asses off because they didn't need tricks they had the music well 1951 the
whites start pulling this stunt called world's smallest voice of god a little person a guy i
know named fred or roy weller was his name roy weller and i'd known him from the circus
because, well, Roy was the world's smallest voice of God,
but he had some problems, of course, with booze
and running off with white sisters.
Ran off with a normal-sized white woman to Tijuana
and never came back.
Well, he was doing well at the carnival,
so they hired me to impersonate him.
They figured one little guy looked the same as another little guy,
which, of course, is prejudice, you know, right up the butt.
Anyway, they made me memorize a goddamn speech of Roy's
and I had to wear these little gospel robes, choir robes, really.
And they had a few shills and cripples out there
I was supposed to heal, rolled on the ground.
And Roy's gospel suit smelled like wine
because he was a bad wino.
I got sick and drunk and I read the speech,
but I went off, went off my head.
I was just 16 or 17.
But I told them their black God at the other end of the parking lot
was better than their white God because the music was better.
Well, the rednecks wanted to lynch me with a little rope.
To hear that coming from a little person,
man, I'll tell you, I know what prejudice is like.
God damn it, they were chasing me around that tent.
I was saying,
their God's better than your God, brother.
That's the trouble with the whole goddamn world, really, I think,
is this my God is better than your God routine
that we put on each other, you know?
Middle East, Pakistan, Bosnia, Islam, Korans, Bibles, Jews, Catholics.
My God is better than your God.
That's a bunch of bullshit, really, in the end.
I saw it over there in the swap meet parking lots of Jesus,
I'll tell you that.
And I've had this goddamn persecution against little people, too.
I know what it's like to feel inferior.
So people pick up weapons, God damn it.
No politician's ever gonna solve this.
*, the tribes of God fight each other.
Wow, whoa, got it.
Little Jack Horton, people hate each other, brother, that's it.
Religion is a disease and a weapon.
But old man, that black music wailing out of those parking lots.
Enough, this is Little Jack here with the gospel of the swap meet Jew.
I see my God, I see my God, I see my God.