Edgar Winter: Frankenstein: Live

Few things make me feel like this song. It's an ember of rage, lit by a spark of madness, and it grows until it engulfs the entire world. Good and bad both burned beyond recognition. And when it's over, that guitar will still shriek in my head, singing out to sweet oblivion.

Recorded at The Mosque Theater in Pittsburgh, PA in April, 1973.

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