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.