Keep your head to the sky. That was something I needed to hear when it came out. I also needed to dance and this was a message. A sign. A commandment. Another message, just like James Brown saying, Get up offa that thing, dance and you’ll feel better. It was true. Dancing and hearing all those lyrics about getting it right, understanding, gratitude, love, and more love, were helping me out. Wow!
Wake up! Take a step ahead! No matter how goony their outfits were or how far out and inscrutable the album covers became or even how many guys they could cram on the stage, they were profound and positive in a way that had never before visited this planet. Maurice White, Sagittarius/fire, was in control of the bridge and the charts. They had everything – guitar riffs, horns playing those impossible charts, Phillip Bailey hitting notes higher than I could even imagine, and yet they were as solid as anyone had ever been, a danceable groove that never died.
In person, they took you out of your body, higher and higher. It was modern gospel just getting its wings. Everyone screaming, standing, smiling, like they had never before known that everything could be this good. That each person in that audience could, all on their own, be that good! EWF were excavating, mining the goodness that everyone was carrying around and afraid to let loose. Riffs setting souls free. Vocals asking you why not give it all, change this place by feeling it! Check it out! Turn it into something good!
It’s still there today. Sound waves washing over us and still as funky and cool as they were when they first came out over the radio. Hearts of fire! You will find peace of mind, if you look way down in your heart and soul, don’t hesitate cause the world seems cold, stay young at heart, cause you’re never, never, never, old at heart.