Last week I sat down to read a book for class, appropriately Music Cultures in the United States, near this couple who I thought were singing songs in Korean.
After a few minutes, it was clear they were singing in English, but I still couldn’t tell why they were set up in such a strange spot on campus with a portable keyboard playing adult contemporary-type music.
When I got up to go back to the library, I briefly smiled at the woman, and 30 seconds later I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Excuse me, do you know God? Do you know Jesus?” she asked.
I told her I would take her pamphlet if I could record them playing a song, but I like the singsonginess of her requisite pitch more than the music.