If you’re driving around and “Jesus” comes on the radio, pull to the side of the road, park the car, and sit with the song until the last note. That’s what I did the first and only time I heard Curtis Mayfield sing it over the air. Sunday morning cruising down Camp Street in New Orleans, LA. God Bless WWOZ. “Don’t think that I’m any saint,” he warns, “‘cause I can’t do nothin’ for you.” Nonsense. This turn at the pulpit is mighty enough to bring . . .
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