![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNot6C7R5-54IBJidCD5SolKn2hTVe5rwLW_1e-g9KI0xnh1K8F-fDbgOS1yUn8GwbUZ83p8sjGPWytJye5blx_eC4yYsHhMKPnHpINCcJSOMvbvIC_jq8Eh9mbV-7WDp0p5uuFYLKMpo/s400/wilson+pickett.jpeg)
...and from 1978 and London's Hammersmith Odeon, here's power pop gods The Rubinoos and their fuzz-toned (not completely reverent) live version of the same song proving...
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGrhpsent000CzRMNHINbZyiUIzeD2uzdvE9RkQRf0kqtazSmuNvrgCte6hW6UkjBemXG_ZSZxudC6yDYR8bMrXQeZisa0t0gAjkbkgujyr7QvtAD7vp35JBuN1E_TsG2_V5UIdV3zrs/s400/rubinoos.jpg)
...I'm still not sure what, actually, except I really like both of these.
Hey -- sometimes a cigar is just a stogie.