The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim
twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel
that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen
thee and thou art enough. How shall I call thee?....you are my "Kofi"
Oddly enough, i named my daughter Kofi never having heard this song. Later after studying my uncle's anthology, i stumbled upon this...i have to say it embodied how i felt upon meeting her for the first time.
My God, this is FUNKY! The more I listen to this pre-Mizell stuff, the more I love it. Don't get me wrong, the Mizell stuff is what first got me listening to Donald Byrd, but THIS HEAH...with Duke Pearson, man, you can't BEAT IT!