song. The hall rang with voices, and I was free to take it all in, experiencing one of those rare instances when the musician feels both inside and outside the performance, as conscious of how the song is being perceived as it is being played. Then I played "Horses." I went over to where the drummers were sitting and repeated the song's opening riff until they started thumping along. I sang a verse, then a chorus, and Wilfred sprang to his feet once again, waving his arms through the "Holy Mackinaw, Joes!" and getting the crowd to sing along as the King's Jubilee had done the day before. My eyes fell on Stephen from Harmony Rocks, who was singing "The glory of God will take you over!" at the top of his lungs. Wilfred was quick to him too, and within moments, Stephen was on stage standing over Abbie as she held the microphone in the air as if putting distance between herself and a foul-smelling sock. Meanwhile, a tall, willowy woman dressed in a long African gown with her hair bundled in a cloth turban stood up, tightened her fists above her head, and wailed along with Stephen. Others in the crowd followed her lead, and, once again, the Liberians gloriously wrested my song from me and made it their own. I've played "Horses" at outdoor rock festivals over enormous speaker towers wired through mighty guitar cabinets juiced to fill stadiums and speedways, and the version at Buduburam sounded