rpm's in '65 on kitchen table legs... 'n'a record player spun around'n'bounced time on its head... moving atmospheric vibes that open up the soul... it touched this lowly heart'a mine through kinship most'a all... bona fide in rings'a truth on high fidelity... that musicmaker's outright sound rang through eternity... his voice'a versonality stirred up uncommon bonds... from rhyming lips to fingertips with spunk'n'spirit on... they helped inspire here'n'now'n'fire up those starts... that motivate the being's state to validate its part... they led melodic fellowship'n'to my first guitar...