I remember hearing this piece by accident in the most beautiful swimming pool in Barcelona thinking it was James Brown.
Thanks to the immense spirit of San Shazham you discovered that it was an author never known, which, as usual
he remembered my ignorance.
But when I was looking to know something more about the interpreter, I was unable to grasp either
one more piece of information, if not the name.
It seems paradoxical, but I felt satisfied that despite living in the middle of the world with a click,
there is nothing and no one who can add to this theme but an old cover.
It deserves to be remembered, appreciated ……. and looked for …….
“” I don’t know if i can make it “by Dawson Smith. Gold pure funk. year domini 1974
