First featured on these pages back in 2005, James Booker’s appearance at the Montreux Jazz Festival in July 1978 remains one of the great live documents from the New Orleans piano master. Backed by a loose electric pickup band and playing with characteristic abandon, Booker tears through a set that swings hard, wanders fearlessly, and captures the singular brilliance behind the mythology . . .
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