a fascinating delve into the bizarre and brilliant world of jeremiah yisrael and the disco funk treasures of tap records. i ll let it rot before i let them take my shit. jeremiah yisrael forty seven tapes, reams of sheet music, copyright forms, membership applications for the brotherhood of wisdom, two flaking acetates, three moldy 12inch singles, and a script for the still unfilmed motion picture angel dust. we stuffed it all into four supermarket fruit boxes, jammed them in the back of a rented chrysler town & country, and tore ass out of nathaniel jeremiah ben yisraels driveway, making a getaway that simultaneously spit us right back at the most bizarre recorded mystery we d ev