Rolling
into Soul Friday with Dick Jacobs and a mystery
friend… and yeah, I know you’re squinting at the speaker like it
owes you money trying to guess who it is.
“Do
I recognize that voice?”
Of course you do.
…or maybe you don’t.
Hey, no judgment—this isn’t Name
That Tune with a cash prize, it’s just me being dramatic.
Alright,
fine, I’ll give you a hint: check the songwriter. Go on…look at it…stare at it
like it’s gonna blink first…
Yep—Jackie Wilson.
There,
I said it. Because honestly, by now the song has probably already ended and
you’re still mid-guess like, “Wait—was that…?”
Now listen, I’m not out here
waving a giant Jackie Wilson fan flag, but every now and then he drops a gem
that makes me sit up like my chair just got electric. He’s on this one song
with the Chi-Lites that I hear on the Underground Garage that absolutely wrecks me in the best
way. I found a copy about a month ago buried in one of my “I’ll organize this
later” boxes… which is basically code for “it has entered the witness
protection program.”
So yeah, weekend
plans: Track down that 45 like I’m working a cold case with zero leads.”
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