Rok, it seems that all your posts are bringing on memories. I was in "Mobay"; that's what they call Montego Bay, and while they had nothing but Reggae at the hotel and in public, when you turned on the radio, nothing but jazz; you would have thought you were in Chicago or LA; Jamaicans were some hip dudes.
When I was LA, a girl I knew took me to a big church where I heard gospel on par with the "Staple Singers"; I got religion that Sunday. The Staple Singers make me want to go to church and repent, although I don't recall offhand doing anything wrong. I got to have some more of that music.
"City, country City"; my favorite cut on that album.
"Rainy Night in Georgia"; I was in Atlanta, and it started drizzling one night, and didn't stop for a week. I remember walking up and down "Peach Tree Street" where I was living in a hotel (work related) and it seemed like it was never going to stop raining. Atlanta is a lonely place when it's raining and you don't know anybody.