Seriously peeps,

  How in the world could this 1974 Kung-fu number by Curtis Mayfield be any better?

   There’s nothing about this song that I don’t like. The falsetto singing, the lyrics, the acoustics, the bass player is amazing, the drummer is amazing, the string arrangement and the horn section are beyond compare. And that guitar playing, man, sounds like he’s caressing his Fender to maximum teasing with the back of his hand. When I try to imagine perfection in music, this is one of the songs that come to my mind, in a darker, sadder, somehow stranger kind of way than Stevie’s or Marvin’s. 

   Chicago, stand-up for Superfly in heaven,

      M.

(Anything on the SWEET EXORCIST album really is on this level, buy it, rip it, burn it, something, anything.)