Mid-60's popular radio was a welter of youthful voices, just as it is now. But every now and then a disc jockey would work Ray Charles, who died on Thursday, into the rotation, and it was like hearing directly from Father Time. He was singing many of the same words as the bands I listened to, but he meant something entirely different. You could hear the country and the city in his songs. He would never be able to explain it. He would just have to play his way through the whole catalog of American music, and we would get to listen to him reinvent it, song by song. Drivin' That Dynaflow | 
