Reflections about heroes, hookers, astronauts, dope fiends, crowned heads, musicians, painters, losers, winners, neck beards, hairless, magicians, dancers, models, scientists, winemakers, alcoholics, generous to a fault, downright stingy, actors, writers, fishermen, psychiatrists all of which I've known over the last 60+ years.
You can't make love to all the women in the world, but you owe it to yourself to try. Likewise, you can't taste every wine made, but you should try to taste every kind of wine, rather than staying with the one you like best. Go back to your faves but always try to find new ones.
Gotcha, didn't I?
Listen to the song Girls, Please, Girls while you read this note.
It features some very classy playing by Freddy Roulette on lap steel guitar, Victor (Balco) Conte on bass and Nat Ginsberg on piano, both of whom played in the Herbie Hancock Monster Band, Victor played with Tower of Power as well, along with drummer Ronnie Beck.
Because of the (innocent to me) title of the song, the server it was on was brought to its knees by horny guys - ew the image- trying to see women get together and please each other. The title actually refers, in fact, to my plea as a band member to the wives and girlfriends sitting at the front tables night after night in bar we played in. That was in my single days of course. Anyone I wanted to be with had to pass the test with the other women at those tables. No wonder I like Sons of Anarchy so much! Bands are like motorcycle clubs without the chains.
