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I'm totally there with the Alpertism.
I was working somewhere in London when I was about 22 or so. There was a chap in his mid-30s, of Welsh providence. We went out for pints a few times. One time, he insisted on playing me some Alpert. He said, at the time, that in every musically-inclined person's life they really should learn to love the Alpert. I poo-pooed it at the time, thinking 'well, that's the same guff I hear from pub bores about the Doors/ Dylan and the like'. For some reason, however, his words stuck with me, and they came ringing back to me on miserable afternoon in a charity shop in arseendofnowheresville, Somerset, and I happened upon a Herb LP. '£1', I thought, 'might as well give it a bash'. And by God was that Welshman right. I thank you, Welshman I lost contact with a million years ago.
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Originally Posted by Savage Clone
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