I'll go along with
Sugaree anyday, and that Summer of '77... if I only had a Uncle Rico's Time Machine, my first stop is New Haven, CT. 5/5/77. But that graphic is a little too graphic for me Coz. Eek. Double-eek.
Here's somebody I've been thinking about a lot lately, and a story of a strange coincidence that happened right here on the Listening Thread one day. Back in the early 90's, I was a 20-something, working at Fret Mill Music, there was this monster guitar player working there too, teaching lessons. People came from everywhere, drove miles to take lessons. Brad Jones. He had demons, to make the understatement of the century, but I was too young at the time to understand, and so consumed with launching my own career as a bassist that I jumped at a chance to play with anybody, anywhere. Shortening the story, after he was gone, I thought no more about Brad Jones. One day, another Club Member here [ed_zeppelin] posted a video of Buster B. Jones, (Brad's stage name) and I commented, Wow, never thought I'd hear that name again. Turned out somebody on the other end of the country from here, had played bass with Brad for a short time too, and just happened to pop up right here. So we've shared a few stories. Sadly, Brad's demons finally got the best of him, and he died in 2009. But my goodness what a talented rascal he was.
Here's a nice little documentary that shows the lighter side of the guy ed_zep and I knew:
