Damn Sam The Miracle Man

First, let's straighten out the name. It's not O.C., it's A.C. That's right, Arthur Cleveland Tolbert. O.C. was his uncle's name. His father thought he acted like his brother so he called A.C., O.C. While we're on the subject of his father, listen to this. His father was a preacher in Selma, Alabama, where A.C. …Oops! That is, we mean O.C. was born. You might say he was a roving preacher, because he went from church to church preaching the word, and he always had our boy by his side. He even had him by his side when he plowed the fields, picked cotton and everything else. When O.C. was ten he was singer enough to lead the choirs at the churches where his father would preach. Now we get to the real story. You see, O.C. had a natural talent for singing, (see the paragraph before this), but he found that, like his father, he had the talent of getting people to join in and participate in the festivities. He sang and played gospel music at a nursing home for a period of time in Selma at the same time appearing on TV every Sunday. He developed the residents of the nursing home into such a good choir that they appeared on TV with him every other Sunday. Now, O.C. is a man determined to conquer all worlds, so, in 1966, he decided to start singing rock. (Yes, that still means rhythm and blues, not rough and black) In 1967, he went to Detroit to find fame. He was told by a well known large record company to come for an audition a year later. He immediately disliked large record companies and went to a small one, and recorded, but... Then he met a mover, who was very much like himself. The man? Jack Taylor, of course! Together they began to move. And other movers joined their effort, (which was to bring you this album), and pretty soon they had a congregation.
Oh! There was Jack Taylor producing; Ben Littles directing music; Love Star Music, writing lyrics; O.C., A.J. Branham and Rudy Thompson on vocals; Dave Newton, drums; Greg Whitfield, electric congos/bongos; Tony Trice,