Sam Fucking Cooke.
Round about 5 in the morning on Sunday, with all the drunken eloquence I could muster, I tried my hardest to explain to Doctor Brazil the plethora of reasons as to why Sam Cooke rules. Mostly what came out was "...died real young...naked...shot by hotel lady...only one shoe! Naked man, naked...CUPID." Then some stuff about Bobby Darin was tossed in, which I'm sure I'll get to at a later date.
SO HERE.
Selftitled.
Encore.
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