On hearing of the untimely passing of Isaac Hayes, who died today at 65, some in the blogosphere admit that they think first of Shaft and South Park‘s Chef and Scientology.

I think of this song first. There were a few years in the mid-90s that I had “Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic” on pretty much infinite replay. It’s from Hayes’s 1969 album Hot Buttered Soul. Don’t know what it was about it that hurt me so good. Maybe it was the sex. Or the piano.