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The most salient question is the one that was never asked nor answered: "Why, why if you had a vibrant and flourishing business that was thriving would you ever have closed it and then let it stand still in time to rot away?" Made no sense whatsoever. While one can't go back in time, I can only hope that it remains zoned recreational and that it is NEVER, EVER developed into housing!!!
Only thing missing is _fire spinners!_ :-) The one weekend I drummed with a guy on djembe and two lovely women spinners? we each cleared about $75 each, twice, in 3 hour session ... folk loved it!
Everyone sounds so great. Stellar players....what drives this song is that solid rhythm funk guitar, it is the backbone that glues it all together. It's subtle but essential!
How do you call this a tribute, and play it in any key but the original key it was written in...Bb? What possible need could there be for transposing? No vocalist, no obscure instruments for soloing. I guess, I don't get it. Their intent was probably genuine but the decision seems misguided. Not the same soulful vibe nor spiritual feel for us who for the past fifty-plus years, have played, listened to, and revered this classic offering from Joe and The Cannonball. Change the click bait title from tribute to open mic garage band cover...seems more appropriate. (shrug)😕
My fondest childhood memories are rooted here. I remember so clearly hotfooting it across the pavement, barefooted, over to the snack bar -- an old wooden building with screened windows and swinging screen doors -- to buy a popsicle. A "missile" to be precise. Then there was the ancient firetruck that we were challenged to play on, the scorching metal monster, heh. There was the small grotto swimming pool with gnomes and frogs perched around it. I almost drowned in that pool -- there were no lifeguards (the good ol' days, before liability, hah). I was showing my big brother how I could jump in the deep end and pop back up. Then on one jump I didn't surface and he jumped in and saved me. It would be criminal if they develop this into a hotel and apartments. Wah!
What a great way to end a tribute show, as the last song. The tempo of the song allows everyone to pay their respects, and remember an amazing muscian.
The first place my family lived after we immigrated to the United States in the summer of 1961. Then went there a number of times for family fun, and group picnics... So sad to see this video, but glad it's on here.
Hey Dave! hope you've been enjoying your cake! you remember me. I'm up in the sticks again. I think about you every day - love to know how you're doing. love g.
