Sunday, March 9, 2008

Casino Boogie

We were sitting around stoned as monkeys on the beach in Samui and listening hard to the CD from the bungalow bar speakers and Mark beat the drum pattern in the sand and said, "That change there! Right there! That cymbal, man, just opens the song up. You could play anything on top of that." And over a simple solo Mark sang an unsimple solo and the band shuffled off into a fade and I said, "That's what it is, man. That's what they do. They strip it down so you can hear anything over it. You can't play what they play but anybody can play what they don't play." Mark said, "We are both so stoned."

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