When I listen to Bernard Purdie's cover of Aretha's "Day Dreaming," part of me feels like I am on hold with American Airlines. Yet, there is something very...uh...groovy about the arrangement. It's addicting, as is the vibe of the entire "Soul Is...Pretty Purdie," a record I hadn't heard about until my friend had been playing it in his record store while I shopped. I convinced him to sell it to me for $5.00. Apparently, this record has been a cult favorite since its release in 1972. I get it. It's been on heavy rotation since I got it home.