Crys Matthews won’t ask you to ‘feel’ hopeful. She puts hope in your hands as something you can use. In a performance built around two original songs, she makes a quiet, forceful case: hope isn’t a mood, it’s a practice — and singing out together is how you rehearse speaking out when it counts. She invokes John Lewis, draws on ancestors who dreamed of freedom from inside slavery, and turns a roomful of strangers into a single voice. “Remember, hate gets tired — keep that steel in your spine.” Don’t just watch this one. Sing it back.
