August 22, 2016:
Blues and rock and gospel, soup, boiled together. No obvious hits.
Honest, candid. Heroin addiction, impotence, venereal disease. I lost a lotta love over you.
That sound. Pinched, nasal, all midrange.
Top of the curve. Not just for them: for the form. No-one's art in this form reaches this height again.
Don't fight it: let it loose. I need love to keep me happy.