"Roid Sally, roid"

Wilson Pickett died yesterday. It's a shame because I wish more so-called R&B/Soul singers today actually wrote and performed like the legends of the past. I might come off sounding much older (and more crotchety) than my sub-30 years but back in the day R&B actually had some substance to it. Heavy back beats, great bass grooves, and hooks. Man there were hooks. It seems as if nowadays any caterwauling over synthesized drum beats counts as R&B. Too bad.

But the wildest thing about that WaPo article is that it says that Wilson Pickett had been living in Ashburn, VA. Impossible. There's now way that weird little Levittown had that much soul.