I stumbled across a (fabulous as usual) NPR piece on the background to Sam Cooke’s live album: Live at the Harlem Square Club. I must admit, I’m a huge fan, but I’d never heard it. But since listening to the documentary, I’m hooked. This is all the good honey-voiced soul I’m used to, but more raw – singing live, he’s electric. It makes all the other recordings seem sanitised.
I defy you to listen to “Twisting the Night Away” and sit still. If the vibe from 2:24 – with its the wailing trumpet – doesn’t get you on your feet, we can’t be friends. (sorry)