In 1972 while I was enrolled in a fifth grade class at DuPont Elementary School, my girlfriend, Tina Kirksey, gave me this album for my birthday. I've been soaking it up ever since. And by my calculation that's over 40 years.
I wish that I could have a cup of very black, very expensive coffee with Tina in some quiet hole-in-the-wall somewhere deep within the city so I could relate to her the impact this music had on the aesthetic health of my overall consciousness. The recollections I have of her are even better. And that's saying something.
