My stepfather played “Mustang Sally” incessantly over the Christmas holidays. The rest of the family didn’t mind. I’ll play that song, and others, when I get home from work tonight. And I’ll start rereading Roddy Doyle’s The Commitments, which is the funniest and greatest tribute to Wilson Pickett you’ll ever read.
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