Live At The Harlem Square Club
by Sam Cooke
At first I was unimpressed by this album, due in whole part to my own ignorance. After a little educating, I was reminded of when a colleague blurted out one day, “I don’t think much to the beetles. Their music sounds like everyone else’s”. No, I pointed out kindly, everyone else’s music sounds like the beetles.” … sort of. Because the beetles, like so many in the ensuing decade, and the roots of whole genres we now call friends, sound like Sam Cooke. Thank you, Sam. I’m a little bit better a person than I was before I started listened to this album. Oh, and it’s a blast.