"What's he up to now?" you may (rightfully ask).
Folks, I've always loved music. Just about all types of music. Perhaps with the possible exception of folk music and way out jazz that doesn't make sense. But I've always liked music with a beat.
Remember the old American Bandstand show and the new record reviews? No matter how bad or good the record, the consensus was usually the same: "It has a good beat and you can dane to it."
One of my great regrets in life was that I never learned to play a musical instrument. Oh sure, I played the Sousaphone in high school and was in the marching and concert bands but all that required was spitting into the big mouth piece and basically playing C and F, then emptying the spit out at the bottom of my instrument, ending with a stinky wet pants uniform on my right side after a parade. Oh I did like the parades though and marching on the football field. But I digress (again).
|That's me folks! The really good-looking (and young!) guy in the back row on the left with the massive "H" Sousaphone wrapped around me - 1958|
Many thanks to my good friend Pat of Toronto. He clued me into Jango radio this morning.