Submitted in jocular resistance to my unearned dismissal last week of “Cold Duck” wine—and probably unconscious resentment of my characterization of our mutually beloved Johnny Cash as a drugged-up firebug—here’s some Eddie Harris, from one of the deejays of my lucky life, Heiko Novak. Live at the Montreux Jazz Festival, 1969.
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