I jammed with a bunch of guys from my neighborhood until very, very late last night. Some observations:
If there were clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, I would almost definitely not be able to tell the difference. (1/x)
If there were clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, I would almost definitely not be able to tell the difference. (1/x)
“Boogie on Reggae Woman” contains a whole lot of boogie and like 0% reggae.
Also, were she in fact a “reggae woman,” it seems somewhat unlikely that her dancing would be too fast.
Not to be sightist, but I think Stevie Wonder may have misidentified said woman.
Also, were she in fact a “reggae woman,” it seems somewhat unlikely that her dancing would be too fast.
Not to be sightist, but I think Stevie Wonder may have misidentified said woman.
It turns out that the lyric in “Cold Brains” is NOT “A final curse/ in Bensonhurst.”
But it should be. Think about it, @beck. That’s all I’m asking.
But it should be. Think about it, @beck. That’s all I’m asking.
Most late-night jams in the San Fernando Valley will eventually find their way to Tom Petty.
I continue to not be @benchten. But it’s fun to try.
I continue to not be @benchten. But it’s fun to try.
December 28th, 2018. Mark it on your calendars for posterity. The night a bass player asked a keyboardist to turn his instrument UP.
No matter how clever they think they are, 6 educated men can spend 10 excruciating minutes fumbling around until they realize that the chord they’re looking for is just a simple D major.
