Streetlife
I think I have hit a record. This is my 14th hour at the computer and I believe my eyes are turning not only square but a demonic shade of red. To say I am short on wit and intellect at this point is putting it mildly. That said, this is a straight up jam. I love this song and I have to dedicate this one Black Shag as this happens to be the very first LP he "owned", having lifted it from his dad. I should have relinquished this posting right to him, but I am a brat and am posting it myself. I can safely say that if I could have someone sing the soundtrack to my summer, I would have to throw Randy Crawford in the mix (I am extremely partial to Etta James and I adore Patti LaBelle, but you know...variety, life, spice, etc).
I'm going to get a glass of champagne and listen to the sweet sax solo at the beginning with my eyes shut.
Enjoy.
The Crusaders - Streetlife
Posted by T. Preston | 8 comments
Labels: Joe Sample, Randy Crawford, The Crusaders