‘Oh, Sinner Man, Where You Gonna Run To?

Can’t seem to lift myself out of the blues today. Maybe this old-fashioned spiritual will help: Oh, Sinner Man, Where You Gonna Run To?  You can’t beat this: a spiritual from the Caribbean transferred to the cold black-and-white of the Irish Sea.

I know I post it fairly often; but I find some comfort in it.

‘Oh, Sinner Man’

Take a Caribbean spiritual and move it to the Irish Sea, complete with seals and grey waters, grey skies–I don’t know why it works, but it does. Oh, Sinner Man! Where You Gonna Run To? Complete with cold water and hot mandolin.