Those of you who have visited chez Smitaplero in recent months no doubt have been forced to sit on the sofa as we fast forward through scads and scads of DVD material to find what ¡J! and I consider to be the crown jewel of Grammy performances: Curtis Mayfield 1973.
After going through a lot of technical finagling, I can now offer it to you, dear reader, to enjoy in the privacy of your own home. Have fun!
4 comments:
Dang that's a lot of dry ice! And some amazing Ailey-esque dancing!
The smoke machine definitely got a bit out of hand. Looks like the Napalm beach attack scene in Apocalypse Now.
"Charlie don't surf!"
I think we all ought to pause a moment and think of the word "finagling"! Excellent work.
Just imaging if you could get that in a song.
The gauntlet has been thrown DOWN!
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