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What could be better?
It’s clever, it’s wholly unpretentious, it hasn’t got a chorus
but sounds traditional as all get-out. I got a Chuck Berry collection called
The Great Twenty-Eight after the Band’s version of “Going
Back to Memphis” kick-started my memory and guess what: it’s all
better than great. It’s priceless. And yes, I know -- this isn’t
exactly news. It’s nothing you’d want to admit to not knowing
if you didn’t already. But every so often some song from the distant
pass puts the fire of God on you and you gotta preach. I thank you for indulging
me. I promise to cover something more current and less relevant next Sunday
night.
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