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March 11, 2019 | Rodney Carmichael -- Remember that scene in The Color Purple when Shug Avery was somewhere between the juke joint and her daddy's church, singing at the top of her lungs, and the Saturday night sinners got all mixed in with the Sunday morning saints, and it was hard to tell if they were praising the high heavens or raising holy hell? That's what Leikeli47's Tiny Desk felt like in the flesh. She came masked up, as always, the better to catch a glimpse of her soul. And there was so much sou
