(sorry for delay on forthcoming big essays to the handful of you patiently waiting)
I was going to write some sort of moralizing post about how the reflexive desire for obscure records might lead the more superficial collectors out there to miss some great music, but instead, here is a series of words and pictures.
If you like
obscure the fact that
is a masterpiece of jazz/fusion/psych.
Cant find?
Enjoy the more tightly-controlled and somewhat/sometimes more serene
with a great cover of "A Love Supereme" (featuring amazing simultaneous guitar work [did I just write that?]), or
which I "borrowed" from my Mom many years ago (warning: "hippy vocals" and sentiments).
I was going to write some sort of moralizing post about how the reflexive desire for obscure records might lead the more superficial collectors out there to miss some great music, but instead, here is a series of words and pictures.
If you like
and
obscure the fact that
is a masterpiece of jazz/fusion/psych.
Cant find?
Enjoy the more tightly-controlled and somewhat/sometimes more serene
with a great cover of "A Love Supereme" (featuring amazing simultaneous guitar work [did I just write that?]), or
which I "borrowed" from my Mom many years ago (warning: "hippy vocals" and sentiments).
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