A banging lead guitar. Song titles that sound like they've sprung directly from Scheherazade's One Thousand and One Nights. Mysterious blue tones framing a sinking orange sun. In case these things don't ring a bell, you might have never listened to Santana's 1972 album Caravanserai before. I never had. My parents own two copies of… Continue reading At the Crossroad: Santana’s ‘Caravanserai’ should leave the vocals behind
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