Last Saturday was a jam at George Harrison's to celebrate the birthday of one of his granddaughters.
Time spent at Georges is characterized by great food in abundance, good music and friends.
This weekend was a record cold one. By the 5 pm start time it was dipping below forty degrees Fahrenheit.
This is Southern California - you must be kidding?!
We set up with the doors closed, the space heaters on & ready to play.
Some friends from far flung corners had come to play.
Johnny drove the nearly one thousand miles from Washington state and Georges. His son, a bass player came as well. Frank made the trip as did 'Jimbo' who had just a few short hours earlier had undergone lasik surgery. And then, Shotgun.
The music flowed as did the food. A very interesting side note was the almost complete absence of alcohol.
More interested in playing that partying, I guess.
It had to be sometime after ten that night when we broke it up. As all the goodbyes were being made two comments stood out.
Frank wants to make a band - rehearse and everything.
Johnny wants to record more material.
It sounds good to me.
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