That's how I felt about Love front man Arthur Lee, not deeply but always, ever since he emerged from his blurry years. You hear someone like Lee at full flower and then hear the gormless waste recorded a short time later, and you cannot reason how a soul once so alive and aware could then produce such insensate tone turds. It makes you realize that the soul can die, long before the body does, as Lee's body did on Aug. 3 of leukemia.


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