When I was a little rock and roll worshiping adolescent, Mad Dogs & Englishmen was one of the albums I’d listen to a lot with my dad and on my own. Joe Cocker’s interpretations of the songs on this giant, weird, monstrous double LP made me want to seek out the originals (Stones, Leonard Cohen, The Beatles, Issac Hayes, etc). Leon Russel’s arrangements are legendary and I’m sure he wouldn’t hesitate to say Joe was a great muse to him. Even though he sunk into self-parody and elevator music throughout much of his career, to me, Joe Cocker always represented this sort of all encompassing, British, psychedelic shaman of blues, folk, and soul, and his albums, especially Mad Dogs & Englishmen, sat comfortably in my dad’s collection next to the very best of the 60s and 70s. R.I.P.