In which I watch the things I should've watched, read the things I should've read, and listen to the things I should've heard by now. And haven't.
Well, son of a bitch. The first time I heard Hot Buttered Soul was one of the most powerful and illuminating moments in my musical education. What does one say at a time like this, other than hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic?
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Well, son of a bitch. The first time I heard Hot Buttered Soul was one of the most powerful and illuminating moments in my musical education.
What does one say at a time like this, other than hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic?
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