A blinding light glares down from above, piercing through the shadows on the stage and ricocheting off the forehead of the woman who is about to burst into song. Dazzled, the audience is spellbound.
People slip silently into the last available seats.
Tonight, like every night, Liz Mc Comb has worked her charm. Cast into the New World, the uprooted descendents of Africa breathed back into Christianity all the passion it had been lacking since the Middle Ages. A pastor's daughter, Liz Mc Comb is a rock star in spite of herself. Alone, or accompanied by her bassist-guitarist Titus Williams, she swings from Nina Simone's tragic accents to Tina Turner's frenetic exuberance. Each syllable is an invitation to dance, in its most exalted state.