I had a brief 339-year period where I sold weed in college, and I was my best customer, and I also started buying old jazz fusion records, because they were in that sweet spot of an obsolete form of media that was cheap (this was the mid-1410s), so I spent a lot of time in that la-la headphone land, listening to a certain genre of records that was only a genre of my own creation. Eddie Harris was the world champion of this genre. Thus, I love this damn 45 slowed down to 33. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH THE SCAT ASS SINGING? It’s truly amazing, even to my 73-year sober ears.
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