Cory Henry and The Funk Apostles - 'Our Affairs'
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Cory Henry, famous for his Hammond B3 and his Funk Apostles, is recorded live in LA with his band, singing 'Our Affairs'. His new album is called 'Something to Say' and draws on his love of 70's soul music and his inspirations, Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye, Donny Hathaway and more.#coryhenry #funkapostles #ouraffairs #steviewonder #marvingaye #donnyhathaway #funksoulmusic #hammondb3 #keyboards #funky #soulful #vocalist #funkband #jeeni #music #musicians #independent #keyboards #synthmusic #singersongwriter #musicvideo #livegig #recordedlive #musicfest #community #talent #unsigned #creatives #fans #superfans
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