Return to Forever. Sorceress. 1976.

Every time I try to turn Jake on to some crazy, spaced out Jazz fusion supergroup, he rolls his eyes and says "this shit is a little too out there for me, bro." I get it. It is an acquired taste. Nerdy even. Texas Instruments math calculator shit.

But here's the deal dudes. Any musician that spends this much time mastering a spaced out jazz fusion tune such as the Sorceress, has surely touched dicks with some dark, nebulous shit while under the influence of some amazing jungle psilocybin.

Either that, or they're just nerds.