I'm goin' way down south, way down to Mexico way (The Leaves)

I'm reading a collection of mini essays by Tom Moon at the moment. The writing is collected in a volume called, 1000 Recordings To Hear Before You Die. A cheery title - part of the series of 1000 things to do etc that are currently in vogue. I can recommend this one though. Tom baby writes really well.

Check this out for a description:

Inside his playing is a concentrated expression of abandon, freedom seeking, the embodiment of every psychedelic desire.

Who's he talking about do you think?

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