I was sorry to miss Wild Thing last night. Popped in to Clyde's Steak house (after Looper ***** of 5) instead. This old guy from Philadelphia did this amazing bebop/fake saxophone scat that elevated my evening. Still loving the Steak House jam night.
Thank you, Dr. J., sorry to have missed you. Wild Thing was doing backflips, and throwing our guitars through the air at each other, and then playing them without missing a beat. At the end, a dog came out on stage on his hind legs, wearing sun glasses and holding a little guitar as he led us into our signature piece "Wild Thing, You Make My Heart Sing." It was awesome
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