Geez, I just had like a heart palpitation listening to Billy Preston on the third disk of The Complete On the Corner Sessions, which I am rationing slowly so as to savor, same thing I do when I buy maple sugar candy at Xmas.
Incredibly exciting music with, amazingly, not the least bit of dated feeling to it.
Then I'm sitting here and suddenly realizing I am frigging mesmerized by The Hen.
No wonder this stuff upset people when it came out. It's radical, man.
And I love it.
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