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All you fools for love out there: Y'all get yourselves out there and beg, borrow, buy Mr Herbie's Joni Letters: no, not because it is now up for Album of the Year Grammy (taste of folks these daze, that's almost reason NOT to), but because soon's you get it, you have GOT to crawl right inside some headphones and live this sucka of a disc. Lord, have mercy. "Edith and the Kingpin," oy vey. You can feel the WET on Mr Shorter's reed, it is just dripping Joe Henderson, Gato Barbieri, Stan Getz, all of which is just utter nonsense, because the mighty Wayne Shorter drips NO ONE but himself. And we are all so Yemaya-blessed for it. Nuff.