Buddy Rollick asked me to line up a gig for Saturday along the coast. Said he wanted brass, winds, strings, anything and anyone I could get my expertise on that knew or gave a damn about music. Sent out the invites and we all met up at the burger bar for a meet and greet, some of us already having known one another, then we set forth on our tagalong band rumpus and rocked the creaking doors right off the venue’s forefront.
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