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Aretha Franklin. Elvis Costello. Solomon Burke. Taj Mahal. The Blind Boys of Alabama. Cissy Houston. The music of Sam Cooke. I just got my ticket.

That's an incredible line-up; but I dread NPR-ready phunque. Actually, considering that my favorite "cutting-edge" artist is always the most prominent Jimi/Sly/Prince-throwback (Outkast elbowed out Beck a few years back), I should dread realizing that I am the primary market for NPR-ready phunque.

I gotta put on Live At The Harlem Square Club. Loud.