Rude boy, permed to fuck, slick back bouffant: Check.
Lime green Continental suit with the shiny black boots: Check.
Ray Charles and the rest of the BAND completely having it: Check.
Next level twine and jerk manoeuvres: Check.
What I'm trying to get across is that at this precise moment in time, Billy Preston is managing to absolutely smash it in a manner the likes of which had never been seen before. If for some reason you don't find this to be the best 103 seconds you've spent staring at a screen then you're almost certainly a dick.