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“Three and a half minutes into his rendition the live recording of his microcosmically titled composition, “Life,” James Booker throws an astonishing run across the piano keys that tells us, in a handful of musical measures, how unfathomable and incalculable his talent was. He knows it, too, letting out the smallest, self-satisfied utterance — “Hah” — at the solo’s end. Do not, he seems to warn his audience, try that if you are not Booker. And no one else ever or hence will be Booker.”
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