You _know_ your weekend's gonna be all right after you watch this shit. The sound is kind of asserific, with a vicious slapback, but who the fuck cares? From the Montreux Jazz Festival in 1980, this footage makes me wonder how the hell I ever played live without snyncronized-dancing backup singers. And a horn section. And, like, some sort of singing skill. Basically, what I'm getting at is "why bother?" It's done been preached. We'll finish this series off tomorrow with a real whopper.