Claude says:Dusty In Memphis is that late-60s soul record that sounds like it was recorded in a fever dream—lush strings, that particular strain of yearning that only Dusty could deliver, produced by the same crew who knew Aretha's language. You found your way to it just over a year ago and kept coming back to "Son of a Preacher Man," which makes sense: it's the song that proves why she belonged in that room with those musicians, every syllable a confession.