Promo picture from the author’s collection.
Tomorrow seemed so far away in the summer of 1982.
That’s when I hopped into my rusty 1974 Dodge Swinger and drove to East Point, GA., from Wicker Park to see the Chicago soul singer Major Lance.
No one assigned me a story. I had no travel budget. There were no publicists. I made the trip for the promise of music and America’s power of redemption.
I made it home.
I knew Lance had a hit with 1963’s “Monkey Time” and “Um, Um, Um, Um, Um, Um” in 1964, but it was the writings and encouragement of Chicago soul-ologist Robert Pruter that [...]
