The reputation of the story of my first recording is already a legend. I found this awful lp at Goodwill West, Bloomington, In. I paid 99 cents (minus senior over-55 discount) for it I believe. I truly believe that, whether it is known to be a legend or not. I've been waiting for these smoldering white men to murder us all for all my life, haven't you? As my mad magazine mind takes a last pot shot at the Un-tied Snakes of Amurka, I hope this flesh-crazed smutty 'lit-er-a-ture' smashes like a good ball game once in a while. My Grandfather was named Cecil. Perhaps that's why I hear this preacher become confused, ambivalent. He says he likes to "look at and love and good ball game once in a while". Look at and love.