It's getting harder and harder to come up with topics that haven't already been done.

he recorded albums called Rock & Soul and King Solomon. So he's Justified & Ancient in my book. Or was that Pat Arnold...

I don't think you meant to diss Solomon Burke here, but he may just have earned that soubriquet by now. It was definitely a contrived King Solomon-type label back in the day, but frankly, your Bosses and your Bards pale in comparison to this giant of a singer. Who else could you label as the King of Rock and Soul these days anyway? His last couple of albums have been great, but passed by without a word hereabouts, it would seem.
(Johnny Ray's Nabob of Sob was always a good one by the way, but not as good as 'that twat Sting' from the last similar thread on the subject).

...that I cannot abide calling Bruce Springsteen "the Boss".

It was a tongue in cheek piece of self-anointment that was kind of charming when he was an up and comer who was tearing up the club scene (like West Brom fans singing "it's just like watching Brazil") but I stopped feeling well disposed to it around about 1979. As soon as you apply it to a bulked up millionaire superstar playing enormodomes it simply plays into the hands of those people who think he's some kind of Reaganite meathead.

While we're at it can those people who make that mooing "Brooooose" noise stop it.

Solomon Burke deserves a title like that. Really.

At his next gig, all together now: "Solomooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon".

I notice King Solomon is playing at Glastonbury, and am wondering whether I should see him. I'm told he is wheeled onstage on a throne, and has 21 children. Aside from this spectacle (which sounds good enough to make it worth my while anyway) should I see Mr Burke?

Also, can anyone offer any recommendations on his finest works; 'Solomon Burke For Beginners' or something?

... the Memphis Flash.

...the Tupelo Flash?

Sounds like a bathroom cleaner that you can probably buy in the same shops as Tupelo Honey.

Years ago, on a pilgrimage to the city, I bought a jar of the stuff for a fellow Stan Morrison fan. If I'd seen any Tupelo Flash I'd certainly have bought a bottle. Perhaps I didn't look hard enough.