I'm a Loser

Doris Duke sings with a weary, lived-in ache that turns simple heartbreak lines into something much heavier. The band behind her keeps things tight and unhurried, all patient horns and steady rhythm guitar. Her phrasing bends just enough to sell every line without overselling it. The whole record has that late-night, whiskey-soaked feel that Southern soul does better than anyone.

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