I have an odd relationship with Willie Tee's output. On the whole his records are not really my thing, often a little too slick, too breezy, too "jazzy" without actually being jazz.....but then there are times when the tunes seem so perfectly realized that the word "crystalline" comes to mind.
Which probably only means I have to be in the right mood to appreciate them. It may also mean that some day, when I grow up, I may well treasure his recordings.
Anyway, this 45 is the exception to the rule. I love it so much that I probably need to buy a new copy. That hint of groove wear is all my doing. Given that the vinyl was almost perfect when I got it, that translates as what?......a minimum of a hundred needle drops?
It's that amazing guitar solo, and then, towards the end, that scream. I can't really tell you why it works for me. It just does.
Hope ya'll enjoy...Earl King wrote the tune, Wardell Quezergue produced it.
[Oops, an obvious screw up, the tune was written by Willie Tee. Earl King wrote the flip-side]