still in high school, my friends and I were driving around in my ’62 Ford Fairlane “Woody” (that had no wood), all the while smoking weed like it was our last day on Earth. I’m surely not advocating marijuana, but my buddies and I were primed for the Julian Priester Pepo Mtoto experience. While we were cruising around listening to the eclectic Bay Area jazz started coming through the car speakers at the perfect time. Transfixed, with mouths agape, we listened to the pulsating hypnotic bass and drums that supported the ethereal sounds — beautiful, ambitious, at times kinda evil and almost even bordering on pornagraphic. I had the feeling that had found . The DJ announced the cut before playing it, so five minutes into the lengthy title track, I made an illegal U-turn to our local Record Factory.
A Love Supreme
Aug 22, 2023
2 minutes
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