as requested. Ill poetry (spoken word) album from a young, (and very radical) jazz critic Stanley Crouch. I never really liked the guy because of a few comments he made about Hip Hop..he reminded me too much of Wynton Marsalis. But after hearing this, I understand why he takes such a stance in regards to music. Some guys were just born with iron testicles. Stanny is one. Incredible album. enjoy.
Stanley Crouch
Aint No Ambulances for no Nigguhs Tonight.
