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I’m Gonna Cry, Cry, Baby

When I was in college I waitressed for a short while at a blues bar. Local and touring bands played every night of the week, and the caliber of music ran the gamut. I heard “Mustang Sally” every night for months on end, sometimes twice. And yet, the virtuosity of Wilson Pickett is so great that even after enduring that, I still love the man’s music. Rest his soul. He died today at age 64 of a heart attack. Sad night in Soulsville, U.S.A.

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