My first real jazz haunt was The Cafe Exchange, a tiny bar above a musician store, The Musicians Exchange in Fort Lauderdale. Their back lot had multiple garages for rent for bands to use for practice. When Buddy Rich came to South Florida to play at Miami Beach's Fountainbleu, he soloed at The Exchange. I sat at the bar, ten feet from him,and learned what real drum technique was. The regular jazz club shows here, and the demos like this really made me glad I spent my $25 per year membership fee for free admission.
It happened again tonight
Playing Pink Floyd The Wall Side 4, nice and loud. Kind of loud live would be if they would keep it just short of harmful. Kind of loud you feel it. Run Like Hell comes and the lead guitar riffs are just exhilarating and have me going and then the beat picks up and I catch myself hyperventilating again. Its just so crazy clear and present and you are there, all I can say is Thank you, Krissy. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you so very much.
Chuck
Chuck
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