Recalling a night from my misspent youth when the substances on offer were
actually providing some enjoyment for a change. (For all the good they ~usually~ did, I might as well have eaten a handful of oregano or basil.) There was Elton John's "Saturday Night's All Right (For Fighting)," and there was this:
From the freakishly talented, multi-instrumentalist, showman extraordinaire, Edgar Winter. Still sounds great. How he manages to sing (in tune) and play sax like that, one right after the other, is anyone's guess. I'm just glad he
can.