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Seattle is effectively w/o a winning QB, IMO.
Plus, Wilson has a chip on his shoulder & a hot wife.
Denver; tomorrow night.
Take it to the bank.
You got me, Myth;
I quit.
Not true, Myth.
They walked me to get to the clean-up hitter.
My Dad talked me out of the
"Shoeless" Joe Jackson model. He thought it sent the wrong message.
Dating myself, I know,
but I insisted on a Ty Cobb model.
Smart
You get it, Myth.
I've seen more that a few average players spend a lot of money on
great (old) guitars, when they should have spent it on lessons and put in lots more
time in the proverbial "wood shed."
Thank you, Larry; got bad air here,
but at least I'm breathing!
I cldn't agree more!
Cap, here's a story,
I've rarely told, but this seems like the perfect moment.
The guitar player in the band I was in back then, knew Bloomfield, Gravenites and all of
those dudes when he attended the U of Chicago.
Danny Armstrong was a friend of his as well, and gifted Norman one of those lumpy
clear plastic Lucite guitars, that, IMO, was good only because it always matched his shirt!
It was tooo heavy and had no particular sonic quality that I could discern.
Occasionally, M.B. would visit and on one ridiculously stupid occasion he traded the
Gold Top he played on East-West for that Armstrong/Ampeg piece of junk.
It didn't improve Norm's playing one bit; nor did the Sunburst Strat he landed from a pawn shop in Denver.
It was serial # 00095 and had been very well played by some
blues guy because he had to refinish the neck to avoid playing in a previous owners
"tracks."
The body is banged up,
but the p/u's and electronics were all very custom, I bet.
I remember sharing some studio space w,
Dan Fogelberg. He had 14 guitars locked w a chain in the storage room,
and I doubt he played more that three on the entire record.
This year Oregon played Georgia.
It was a brutal day for us here in the Northwest!
Raucous crowd, still pulled it out.
That's why they're #1.
(& I don't even like 'em)
You don't have to have a sunburst strat,
but they seem to be gettin' around, again, cap!
The more beat up the body, thebetter, it seems. I thought the one SRV played on Night Music looked the funkiest.
Happily, I can't recall!
I had two wonderful experiences with James Cotton.
The first, when the owner of a saloon in Denver where our little hippie band
were regulars, invited him to show up after his performance at a big-act club
to play a bit of "after-hours" music with us.
For me, a journeyman drummer, at best, it was the chance of a life time to
play behind James and guitarist Matt Murphy! For twenty minutes it made me
feel like I was really a professional musician.
The second time, I had the privilege to record him with Steve Conn & Sonny
Landreth, on "Driftin' Blues." During the session, I refreshed his memory about
the previously mentioned occasion and how much I enjoyed Matt Murphy's playing.
He said, to paraphrase, "Yeah, Matt could play, but you never heard Sumlin."
One of the all-time "bitchinest."
Must have been the double espresso
at 6 pm, Larry!
Thank you, cap.
I didn't write 'em, perform 'em, sing 'em or record 'em.
I just "dropped the needle," and hopefully served to inform folks of what
preceded the British Invasion.
Thelonious Monk - Round Midnight
Hubert Sumlin - Blue Guitar
Freddie King - Tore Down
Freddie King - Hideaway
Wailers - I Shot The Sheriff
T-Bone Walker - Stormy Monday Blues
Robert Johnson - Cross Road Blues
Freddie King - Big Legged Woman
Howlin' Wolf - Goin' Down Slow
Hubert Sumlin - Sometimes I'm Right
Charles Brown - Drifting Blues
'seems he'd forgotten
"from whence it came."
Otis Redding @ Monterey
Marty Stuart - The Runnin' Kind
'couple Fireballers.
pickin' Firebirds.
.....livin' large.
...if yer Italian.
Here, Larry, we have settled into early
summer-like weather.
Funny, but all my tomatoes are ripe!
Don't read between the lines, Myth.
I called you an urban STIFF.