Another to add to the 'if you could travel back in time to see a show' list: Jackie Wilson. I was listening to 'Work Out' this morning on my long, long, long, LONG commute (curse you upwardly mobile fucking students with your one car each! Doesn't anyone catch the BUS anymore like a normal poverty-stricken wannabe-BA? And why aren't there any more gaggles of Sally-Army-clothes-wearing carpooling people tearing around the 'burbs in a Morrie one thou, for that matter? Young people today! Whoops, tangent got away on me there) and I think I love him.