Category: Music

She’s not that kind of girl…

Now that’s one journey I wouldn’t invite you on.  Not into my mind, that is.  You might not come back…

Open invitation, baby.

Okay, I have to talk about this a little, so please indulge me.  Santana’s Inner Secrets  album is easily one of the albums of the decade — its own decade, hell, any decade — and our band got into this album more than any other except for maybe Abraxus.  (As I recall, we played four songs off Inner Secrets:  Stormy, One Chain, Open Invitation and Well Alright, and we killed them.)

Anyway, the other day I popped this into the WhatsApp group the surviving band members have put together, and the reaction was immediate, both inside the chat group and in private messages thereafter.

And to a man, we all missed Kevin, because in a couple of songs, at a couple of gigs, he blew Carlos’s doors off.  Purple patches, baby.

Okay, just the first movement, really… but hey, it’s Wagner.

Oh boy, for a bunch of White boys, Rare Earth sure could play some funky blues.

And not for the first time, either.  It’s a perennial occupier of my subconscious.