Tonight, I decided to start organizing my CD collection. I unboxed everything, and found that Richard D. James was somehow nestled between Ella Fitzgerald and Blossom Dearie, an unlikely arrangement but you can’t fault his taste. I like to think that if she’d stayed with us for a while longer, Ella would have dug the Aphex Twin. My soul music collection seems somehow smaller than I remember, except for the Ray Charles: I don’t remember buying Modern Sounds In Country and Western Music, but I’m sure glad I did.
