1001 Albums Summary

Returning from an interstellar trip regrouping with the blues. Starting to embrace a bit of soul. Music for the proletariat. The album scratches an itch, but the itchiness is not dissipated, something later albums would more sufficiently resolve. I'm sat waiting for the world, and this album is keeping me company.

Everyone needs to be experienced. Though, this is a start. Everything needs to set off from somewhere. Lift with the wind, spread. And leave with the question: Are you Experienced?

finna dropout

Leaving. I'll be here, passing by, carrying a few buckets of tears. Trading misery. And seeing no one anywhere. I'll walk through mud and rain, whistling some tunes on the avenues. Aiming for a shelter from the storm.

What is to be done, what has been created. What should have been done. And it's true man, first human.

Believe in beauty, for one day, as waves, love will crash overhead. Aeroplanes will circle over. There's more than this. Listen to the roars, and cry. Dive into the harbor. Languor is beautiful, but the waves is beauty.

And feel more. Primally screaming words not heard hitherto. Unleashing a box, sockin' ya, knockin' ya. Don't ya cry, but feel more.

Who says a funk band can't play rock? Funkadelic for president