A Life Well Heard…

I’ve been in a deeply introspective zone lately, searching for “something” lost within me over the last decade or so, and amongst other things that has had me reminiscing about better days gone by, and that lead me to old music, since when I was what I consider the “real” me, my life essentially revolved around music.  If I wasn’t at band practice or playing a gig, I was out at shows watching other bands.  If I wasn’t playing music or watching others play, I was out dancing.  If not there, I was listening to the radio or my vast record collection.  The first thing I did in the morning was turn on the radio (they used to play music in the mornings, can you imagine?!?).  When I went to bed I always put a record on to fall asleep to.  I was OBSESSED.

Any of you that have read my blog for any time will note that music still has a big place in my life even if severely reduced from what it used to be.

Anyhow, during this introspection I found myself looking back at my early days and the things I took for granted or simply didn’t appreciate at the time. Which kinda sprang forth in a comments section over at Dave’s place https://soundday.wordpress.com/2024/05/27/may-27-goths-leading-lady

I started flowing from within all the great opportunities I had to experience music as a Bay Area native and the more I wrote the more I realized I have seen so many great bands in my lifetime and I never thought to keep track of all the shows over the years.  My home town seemed so dull back in the 80’s and we yearned for the action of places like San Francisco and Los Angeles… But had I grown up in say rural Iowa or the Louisiana swamps, my exposure would have been so much more limited and I likely would be a completely different and unrecognizable person.  Of course, the dull South Bay 10 years later turned into Silicon Valley, which did bring “excitement” to town, just not anything I was excited about!

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Here is the comment that inspired this post…

Anyhow, I figured I should try to reach way, way back and put up a list of all the bands I’ve had the good luck to see.  There is no possible way to put this in order, far too many years under the bridge, and I’m sure no matter how long this list gets, I’m going to forget someone. Likely multiple someones. But as I’m getting “long in the tooth” and my memory isn’t getting any better, I’ll put it down for posterity and if anything it will give me something fun to look back on as I continue down the golden path of age.

How I envision myself in my Golden Years!

A lot of these bands will be a little obscure since that’s where most of my love lies within musical realms, and a lot of them you will have NEVER heard of, since they were local bands that never made a big splash outside our local scene.  Nonetheless,  it’s all part of my heart and soul, ingrained in my DNA.

An old, dear friend recently said to me in a text “You just touched on what I think is one of the best things about music–at its best, it’s like a Time Machine that immediately transports you to a time and place. We had some great times driving around, shooting the shit, and listening to what I think has to be the golden age of college radio.”  Amen!

So without further blathering, here is a somewhat complete, but random-ordered list of that bands I’ve been lucky enough to see with my own eyes, to hear live and in-person.  A lot of the people that helped make me who I am.  I’ll keep the commentary to a minimum, lest this become a novel…

The earliest concert I remember,  I must have been 10-12 years old, was Paul Revere & the Raiders at Great America, an amusement park in Santa Clara.  It was a July 4th celebration and as a kid, it was the greatest thing I had ever seen.  Little did I know what the next 45 years would bring!

Around that era I also saw Papa Do Run Run, a local surf band, ala the Beach Boys, performing at a car show.  I LOVED surf music as a kid (and all the Beach Blanket movies!) and I was officially hooked on live music!

In 6th grade I saw my first real Rock & Roll cover band play. (back then 6th graders weren’t allowed to attend dances, so the band played a concert the night before the dance for us youngsters.) To this day I can remember them playing “Hold the Line” by Toto, which was one of my favorite songs at the time, and I was absolutely blown away by the sheer power of the sound.  I had already been playing the drums for a few years by this time, and after that night I didn’t want to do anything else!  One of those literal life-changing events.

The next one I remember was a fairgrounds show with the Steve Miller band and Quarterflash (remember them?!?) I believe that was the summer between 8th and 9th grade.

After the initial toe-dipping of those early shows, things really took off and after that it’s all a blur…

During my high school years (’82-’86), I saw Adam Ant, the Police, Oingo Boingo, the Fixx, Thompson Twins, Madness, Red Rockers, U2, the Tubes, Pablo Cruise, Bonnie Hayes & the Wild Combo, INXS, Wire Train, Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Belouis Some, and the Church.  Probably a few others, it’s all a bit fuzzy…

In my Senior year, I was in a truly serious band and we played our first nightclub gig 5 days before my 18th birthday and that club – the Laundryworks in San Jose – became my home away from home.  I was down there 2 or 3 nights a week seeing every local band I could,  and there were some GREAT bands in San Jose back then… A usual night would have 3 bands – a 30 minute set from the opener,  a 45 minute middle set and then a headliner that played until last call.  It was glorious, and felt like a place just for us and all our fellow misfits.

Some of the bands I can still recall from back then, that stand out after all these years, were Grey Matter, Swing Party, Daddy in His Deep Sleep, Juliet Slip, Never Say Never, London Down, the Kingpins (the most entertaining Rockabilly band I’ve EVER witnessed!) and the absolute cream of the crop Epic Rumors.  EVERYONE in the scene thought Epic Rumors were going to be “the next big thing” but alas, it never came to pass. It should have, they were fantastic! Along with all those great local bands, they had a number of “national” touring bands come through, such as Game Theory, Dinosaur Jr., Robert Seidler (of “Christian Boy” fame), Camper Van Beethoven, Firehose… I’m sure there are others, but those are the ones that stick out.  The Laundryworks is also where I first met Brian “Brain” Mantilla, drummer extraordinaire.  He was playing with a great band called Big City, and would later go on to help form Funk/Punk pioneers Limbomaniacs (who I saw COUNTLESS times!), he played with Ted Zeppelin,  a Ted Nugent/Led Zeppelin “tribute” band (only nobody was calling them tribute bands back then) and later for both Primus and Guns & Roses with Buckethead.  One of the most nerve racking shows I ever played was when we opened for Ted Zeppelin and I knew Brain was in the audience…He was sooo good, even back then, that all my self-confidence and baravdo went right out the door!

Around that general time I saw Wire Train a few more times and got to meet and hang out with the band backstage at a few gigs.  Great guys, AWESOME band.  A Top 10 list band for me, no question!  A new club had opened up in Santa Clara called One Step Beyond and that place was like a dream come true.  I played a bunch of gigs there, went dancing there a couple hundred times and saw so many great concerts there!  Where to start…  Wire Train, of course, CONCRETE BLONDE – 3 times(another Top 10 band for me and AMAZING live!) the Ramones, the Replacements, Screaming Trees, Flesh for Lulu, Aztec Camera, Erasure, Unforgiven, Cheap Trick, Nina Hagen, Book of Love, Fishbone, the afore-mentioned Limbomaniacs,  House of Schock (drummer Gina Schock’s post- GoGo’s band), Mission U.K., Sisters of Mercy, the Bolshoi, Ministry… That club also holds the distinct honor (?) of having hosted the only two concerts I ever walked out of because the bands were So. Completely.  Awful. First was Doctor and the Medics, just embarrassingly bad.  The next one was Gene Loves Jezebel.  I liked their records a lot, but live they were excruciating!  So bad it hurt my ears AND my feelings!

In other places in generally that same era I got to see Squeeze with the Hooters and the Truth opening – awesome show at the Berkeley Greek Theater, a spectacular outdoor venue. I saw the Church again, Peter Murphy, Echo & the Bunnymen, Siouxsie and the Banshees, the Cult (Guns & Roses were the opener,  but we got there late and only caught the last song!  We had NO idea who they were at the time, nobody outside of LA did).  R.E.M. with the Three O’clock opening, I saw U2 again, I saw Adam Ant again, the Pretenders twice, the Bodeans, Let’s Active, Kid Creole and the Coconuts(AWESOME!), Lone Justice, Primus a dozen times in assorted club venues, before the Seas of Cheese album dropped…  Psychefunkipus (probably spelling that wrong), Wire Train again…

Then I went through a short phase of jazz shows – Fatburger stands out as the best of them.  I was 5 feet from the stage in a place that held maybe 200 people,  it was astounding.  I saw the Yellowjackets, Michael Franks, Dave Weckyl, Steve Smith, Vinnie Colliuta… a few others I can’t name.  What can I say, I tried.  I fully admit that I admire the musicianship of top notch jazz players, but I just could never get too into the music.   I like it OK, I’m just not well versed in it and just kinda prefer my jazz in the background.

Oh, I completely forgot about my “jam band” phase – I saw the Grateful Dead at least 6 times, maybe 7, we saw Dave Matthew’s Band I think 3 times.  And to top it off,  one show with Phish.  Of all of ’em, DMB was the most fun and musically impressive of all of them in my opinion.   His later music puts me to sleep though, haven’t been to one of his shows in close to 20 years.

Then there are the “classic rock” shows, oh my goodness… The Rolling Stones (at the time the most expensive tickets I’d ever purchased BY FAR, and one of the worst stadium shows I’ve ever seen.  Never. Again.  The Who twice.  OUTSTANDING!!! Rush three times and every time was unbelievably great.  Steve Winwood, Steve Miller again, the Doobie Brothers (twice), Peter Gabriel, Bon Jovi (technically,  I was working on their tour with the opening band, I never actually bought tickets and went to a Bon Jovi show,  but I saw a lot of them and they were a LOT better than I thought they’d be – VERY professional, I’m just not a fan of their songs.   Except “Runaway”, that’s a killer), and also Pat Travers.  That show holds the distincion of being the LOUDEST show I’ve ever attended.   My ears were ringing for 2 days afterwards,  no kidding.  But he was great… And for a while in the late 80’s my band was a top pick opener for “oldies” bands coming through town and we opened for the Guess Who, Elvin Bishop, Tommy Tutone, the Tubes, the Bay City Rollers, amongst others so I saw at least bits and pieces of those band’s sets.

In the more recent past,  we’ve seen Sting (amazing band, amazing talent!) with Squeeze opening, Better Than Ezra, Lenny Kravitz, 311 – three times now (the first time was on their “Grassroots” tour at a club in Palo Alto, mid 90’s…  KORN was the opening band and they were horrible.  If I weren’t so hyped to see 311 for the first time, KORN would’ve been the 3rd band I walked out on in my life.  Ironically,  a few years later I heard them on the radio and really liked them.  I would have NEVER guessed they would have amounted to anything,  much less world wide stardom!)

Most recently,  and a lot of these are already written about in this here blog, in no particular order we have Jack White (MESMERIZING!!), Foreigner,  Loverboy, HooDoo Gurus, Des Rocs, Grandson, Magic City Hippies (about seven times), Dogstar (about 5 times in  the last year, and over a dozen times their first time around in the 90’s), Lettuce, Steve Vai, Steely Dan, Steve Winwood (a LEGENDARY performance!),Red Hot Chili Peppers, Beck, Weezer, Cage the Elephant (OUTSTANDING!!), Night Ranger, the Offspring, Polyphia, X, Bow Wow Wow, Royal Blood, Missing Persons (twice now, but I try to forget the second time!), Ashe, K.Flay, Lyrics Born, the Dip, Qveen Herby, Young the Giant (GREAT SHOW!), Chic with Nile Rogers, Duran Duran, Parliament Funkadelic… I know I’m forgetting a few just from the last couple years.  Just check my previous posts!

A co-worker recently asked if there was anyone I hadn’t seen that  I still want to, and I honestly couldn’t think of anything.   Though there are certainly a few that I wish I’d seen before it was too late.  The CLASH is my all-time favorite band and I never got to see them.  I would have loved to see a Diamond Dave- era Van Halen show.  Stevie Ray Vaughn.  Jeff Beck. King Crimson’s 80’s lineup with Adrian Belew, Robert Fripp, Tony Levin and one of my favorite drummers of all time, Bill Bruford.  I wish I’d seen the B-52s in their early 80’s prime… I’d love to see Sade, but I don’t believe she’s done a tour in close to 20 years, so I’m not holding my breath on that one.  But honestly, if I could never see another concert, I believe I’ve been truly blessed to see as many as I have. Live music has been one of my greatest joys for over 4 decades and I think I’ve done a pretty good job of absorbing as much as I could!

Reading through all this, if I had to make a Top 5 list of shows I think it would be the following:

#1 Missing Persons reunion show in Los Angeles- late 90’s (?).  Unbelievable.   And I got to meet the band before the show.  Terry Bozzio is my biggest inspiration as a drummer BY FAR,  so that one holds the number #1 slot from here to eternity.

#2 Concrete Blonde, first tour ’86(?).  Powerful, heartfelt, dangerous, all wrapped up into an amazing set.

#3 311 at the Keystone Palo Alto,  Grassroots tour ’93ish.  Unbelievable energy AND technical prowess.

#4 Jack White at Shoreline Amphitheater,  2022, +/-  I STILL cannot describe what I witnessed that night.  The closest thing to a religious experience I’ve had as an adult.

#5… I dunno, now it’s getting hard!  Cage the Elephant was amazing, the first times we saw Des Rocs and Grandson were both mind-blowing..  Every Magic City Hippies show has been off the hook… Nikka Costa, whom I forgot to mention above – seen her twice and both times were awesome! Too many to choose from!  Suffice it to say I’ve seen a LOT of spectacular shows!

When I talk to folks about shows I’ve been to, I know to most it sounds unbelievable, or exaggerated at the very least, but I swear if anything I’m leaving a bunch out!  By contrast, I’ve been to exactly ONE NFL game in my entire life (and it was a work outing, not something I chose to do) and I went to ONE MLB game when I was about 10 years old.  I went to a few San Jose Sharks hockey games, cuz free tickets.  The ONLY sport I like and have invested any time in watching is soccer, and I only do that in person, I haven’t watched sports on TV, including the Super Bowl, since Michael Jordan was playing for the Chicago Bulls.  And honestly,  I don’t even remember exactly when that was…early 90’s?  Late 80’s?  I haven’t stepped foot in a movie theater in 5 years, and before that MAYBE once a year.  Maybe.  My point being, everybody’s got their something.  Some people love sports.  Some people love movies.  I’m ALL about music, especially LIVE music!

Thanks for stopping by and taking a trip down memory lane with me!

The End of an Era…

Today was a very sad day at the ol’ J.O.B.  One of my favorite employees of all time,  heck one of my favorite PEOPLE, has resigned and today was his last day.

It’s hitting me right in the feelz..

I’ve been managing buildings and running maintenance crews for over 20 years now.  I’ve had maybe 3 dozen different employees working for me over the years.  Out of that 3 dozen, I’d say 5 were outstanding.   Guys I’d take with me to the ends of the earth.  My guy leaving today is in the Top 3 of that 5.  The kind of employee you wish you could clone, so you could have a dozen just like him.  It’s a big, no, HUGE loss.  In a way, and I could never say this, lest the HR Harpies make my life a living hell, he’s kind of like the son I never had and he’s ready to leave the nest.

I’m 100% behind his decision to leave, and I actually think he’s doing the right thing in doing so.  It’s absolutely the best thing for his family and himself, so I hold no ill will or bitterness toward him.  In fact, I wish him nothing but the best.  It’s only for purely selfish reasons that I wish he weren’t leaving us.  But life is funny that way… those you never want to be without go, and those you wish would go, stay forever…

I’m gonna miss you Mr. Z, but I wish you continued success and a happily ever after!  These last 6 years working with you have been a real pleasure.   You’re one in a million, don’t let your new employer forget that!

I may be a little quiet for a bit while I process all this… but I’ll be back soon.

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Unearthing Treasure…

Lately I’ve been on a bit of a trip down Memory Lane musically, rediscovering a lot of music from my youth. The stuff I was into before I discovered college radio and got weird in the early 80’s. The staples of FM rock radio, what would be deemed “classic rock” these days.

My very first album as a kid was Aerosmith’s “Toys in the Attic”, followed up by Cheap Trick, Boston, Foreigner, Styx and the like and for the past few weeks I’ve been digging back into those oldies but goodies.

In the course of doing this I got to thinking about how amazing it is these days that you can hear a new song or read about a new band and within minutes (seconds?!?!) have their entire catalog of work at your fingertips. It is phenomenal when you stop to think about it.

For any youngsters out there reading this, you may not know, but up until 25 years ago music acquisition was a LOT different!

Every mall had one, or one just like it!

Up through the 1980s, pretty much the only way to hear new music was either on the radio or weekly TV shows like American Bandstand or Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert, maybe Saturday Night Live. MTV was around, but not everyone had it (nor cable TV!) and they were terribly guilty of HEAVY ROTATION, so it was like the same 8 -10 songs on repeat, for weeks on end. Radio was not quite as bad but new music was slow to break and you might only hear a song you were interested in once a week, if that. From time to time you’d hear a song that grabbed you, but have no idea who it was or what it was called unless the DJ happened to come on and announce the song, which was hit or miss. I probably heard “Walk on the Wild Side” 20 times before I ever heard the name Lou Reed. Which reminds me of another thing about the “old days”…

Gone, but not forgotten!

Every once in a while you’d hear a song that just knocked you out, and you’d save up your money and head down to the record store in hopes they’d have the record. If you were lucky, they would have it and you’d plunk down your hard earned cash and rush home to the turntable to listen to the album. If you weren’t so lucky, you might have to hit 2 or 3 different shops to find it. (No small feat when you’re a kid on a bicycle and the shops are miles away from each other!) Then you’d make the horrible discovery that while the ONE song was great, the rest of the album was trash. THAT was a heartbreaker! Especially if there were two records you wanted, but could only afford one! If you picked the dud it might be a couple weeks before you could scratch together enough coin for the other one.

Between the ages of 10 and say, 23 or so I surely spent in excess of a thousand hours in record stores, pouring through the stacks, trying to whittle it down to which few records I could actually purchase at any given time. And unless you’d already heard the entire record through a friend, every single time it was a crap shoot! Sometimes you get burned – like with that Lou Reed album I mentioned, sometimes you strike solid gold, say London Calling by the Clash.

Still there, thank goodness!!!

Now, thanks to the wonders of technology, you can overhear a snippet of a tune, whip out the Shazam app and know what the song is and who’s doing it within about 10 seconds, click a link to Spotify and have their entire catalog right there. Then head over to YouTube and see every video they’ve ever done. Then hit Wikipedia and learn all the details and history of the artist. Nothing could be easier. It really is like having the entire world of music at your fingertips, practically for free!

Now of course, all this awesomeness is a double edged sword. For one thing, it has basically destroyed the music industry. Ironic but true. Unfettered access and free music everywhere has made it so musicians can’t actually make any money with record sales. Well, a few still do I suppose, but most bands these days make more money from t-shirt sales than records. It still costs money to make a record – studio time, engineers and producers, art work and pressing costs for physical product all get paid up front before a band sees a penny. And of course the musicians still need a roof over their heads and a meal every now and again, but I digress.

I might also add that frankly it takes a bit of the mystery out if it all, which was also part of the fun.

But what really inspired me to write all this in the first place was the discovery aspect. While hearing new bands or songs that turn you on is fantastic, recently I’ve been doing that with OLD stuff and that never would have happened without access to all this technology. Even a dinosaur such as myself that still listens to terrestrial radio from time to time will only hear so much “classic rock” – basically every hit song from 1964 to 1990 on an endless loop. There are no more “deep cuts” picked out by DJs, no full side plays like they used to do on Sunday nights (for the kids – late Sunday nights my local station would play Side A of an album straight through, do a commercial break and a station ID, then play Side B of the record all the way through),there is no discovery. Lately, I’ll read an article about somebody Im interested in and they’ll mention an influential musician they grew up with and I’ll go head down that rabbit hole. Or maybe someone will mention someone I’ve heard of, but have never heard. It’s been really cool to learn of new music, even if it’s 30-40 years old. If I’ve never heard it, it’s good as new to me! Just in the last few month I’ve “discovered” half a dozen artists that have been making records nearly my entire life that I’d never laid ears on, it’s been spectacular!

I’ve been lamenting these last few years on the sad state of music and how you must wade through mountains of garbage to find a gem these days, but recognizing that there is a boatload of as yet unheard music waiting for me has been invigorating! Not that I’ll ever stop looking for new, new stuff (honestly there have been a few “new” artists that have given me some hope for the future of music – looking at you Magic City Hippies, Qveen Herby, DesRocs, KFlay and others!) but discovering something 20, 30, 40 years old that resonates with your soul? That is treasure my friends. Go out and find some for yourself!

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In Memorium: Uncle Jack

Yesterday the Mrs. and I attended a “Celebration of Life” gathering in memory if my dearly departed Uncle Jack.

My Uncle Jack was a really special guy, the life of the party and a friend to everyone he met. He married my father’s sister when I was but a small kid and I’d say of all the extended family I’ve got, we spent the more time with them than with any other relations, on both sides of the family. I always, ALWAYS looked forward to a visit with Uncle Jack and Aunt Mary.

Yesterday my Aunt asked folks to share stories and such of Jack, but I found myself a little too emotional to speak. Although he passed some time ago, I suppose yesterday was the first time it felt real and I really started to process his loss. Anyhow, I thought I’d share one particular memory of him here, for posterity. And maybe eventually, I’ll let people in my family know about this blog and share it with them.

This is a story- one of many I’m sure- that captures just what a special guy Uncle Jack was…

So, many decades ago, I must’ve been maybe 10 or 11 at the most, Aunt Mary and Uncle Jack invited me to go on a camping trip with them and some other family friends. I was so young, I don’t remember any of the details insofar as what lake we were at and exactly how long we were there, but what I can remember – clear as day, as though it happened last week and not 45ish years ago – was Uncle Jack taking me out to learn how to water-ski. Now, I was NOT an athletic kid by any stretch of the imagination, I was NOT a good swimmer and I’d never been on a boat, much less been dragged behind one attempting to stand up on a pair of skis. As you might imagine, things did not go well for me. But Uncle Jack was beyond patient, and kept encouraging me to keep trying. Well, I did. For a while. But I simply couldn’t get the hang of it and the excersize ended in frustration and embarrassment for me. I felt humiliation, though I didn’t even know that word back then. They hauled me back into the boat after I gave up, exhausted, bruised and beaten. All I wanted to do at that point was go home.

Now, this being the 1970’s, the usual adult response to this would have been to mock the kid for being a “pussy” or make fun of their failure to “toughen the kid up”. Not Jack.

Instead of making fun and letting me wallow in misery, he threw me in the driver’s seat and taught me how to drive the freakin’ boat! The next thing you know, I’d forgotten all about my humiliation and I’m having the time of my life pulling other folks around on skis, feeling like king of the world driving around this hot-rodded, kick ass ski boat.

The rest of the trip went without another skiing attempt for me, but I drove that boat every day and had the time of my life on that trip.

That’s how it was with Uncle Jack. He loved life and wanted everyone around to love it too. He was a very special man and I’ll never forget him.

Godspeed Uncle Jack. I’ll see you on the other side, and we’ll take another long overdue boat ride!

Happy Birthday Prince!

It is hard to believe it’s already been 6 years since we lost Prince, nonetheless his music and spirit lives on!

I remember the first time I heard about Prince, it was a write up in BAM (Bay Area Music) Magazine, when he opened for the Rolling Stones on their first of Lord-knows-how-many Farewell Tours. He was panned mercilessly for his performance. I recall them saying he was “booed off the stage” by the Stones fans…

Rolling Stones fans didn’t know what hit ’em!

It was maybe a year or so later that I actually heard his music for the first time, and I was immediately hooked. We suburban white kids didn’t get turned on to Prince until the “1999” album, which was released in 1982 (my Freshman year of high school).

Prince was one of those artists that transcended genre, trends, race, orientation… everything. The man changed music and the expectations of musicians. “One of a kind” is just the tip of the iceberg.

I’d been a big fan of Prince for a good decade or more when I learned that we shared a birthday – he was born exactly 10 years to the day before me – and that he threw big jam sessions at Paisley Park on his birthday (in spite of being a Jehovah’s Witness). It was my dream to one day reach a level of drumming notoriety that would get me invited to one of these all star jams…Alas, it was never meant to be. In fact, he’s one of the legendary musicians that profoundly influenced my own musical journey that I never got to see live. Nevertheless, without Prince I wouldn’t be the musician I am today.

So, Happy Birthay Prince! You were before your time, and beyond your place in the Universe and I am eternally grateful for what you bestowed upon us mere earthlings. You will be forever missed, you Sexy MF!

This guy gets it!

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Another Betty lost…

R.I.P. Betty Davis, whom I just learned this afternoon has passed at 77 years old.

If you don’t know who Betty Davis is, you’re not alone. If fact I, a relentless music hound, didn’t even hear of her until a few years ago, several decades past her prime.

Her music was considered controversial at the time, though compared to say Cardi B, it’s pretty tame. But for original, old school funk? Yeah, she could – and did- slay.

I’ve got a soft spot for any artist that “goes against the grain”, and she certainly did that!

May she meet back up with Miles and Sly and put some sweet grooves out in the afterlife!

So long Betty, we’ll see you on the other side!

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