Jimmy Smith is a champion spirit of lounge, master of the Hammond B3 organ, and to be honest nothing is more purely Sunday morning than playing every Jimmy Smith album you can find, especially the ones with no vocals. Vocals are great, but sometimes words get in the way of the vibes. And with the state of the world being controlled by unloungers, too many more words disrupts the natural power of lounge. Feels like we need to shut the fuck up, strengthen the vibes, then maybe start thinking about what words we use as we start back up after vibes have been replenished.
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