Last night, I slipped in
the John Lee Hooker album I picked up at Reckless on Tuesday night with
jptiger. It was intended to just be a salve, you know, to keep me from thinking about my utterly apocalyptic day. Instead, I was riveted, because it was all early recordings (between 1948 and 1950), and holy god, John Lee Hooker, holy god. It took me ages to
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