Song for Our Ancestors
It was summer of '68, our house was being built in 'Conejo Hills'.
I was fifteen and a stranger to the 'Gun Smoke' backdrop.
There on Moorpark Rd., my folks were picking out doorknobs in the hardware section of 'Builder's Emporium' across the street from the Janss' Mall where I discovered 'The Mothers of Invention' (in a Thrifty Mart bin near the ice cream).
That late afternoon in 'Builder's', I stood over their record bin near the registers, determined to spend my burning five bucks on one of the sleeves in no alphabetical order.
Steve Miller Blues Band's ($2.99) it's cover grabbed my eye, a cool collage and hand type-
I was fifteen and a stranger to the 'Gun Smoke' backdrop.
There on Moorpark Rd., my folks were picking out doorknobs in the hardware section of 'Builder's Emporium' across the street from the Janss' Mall where I discovered 'The Mothers of Invention' (in a Thrifty Mart bin near the ice cream).
That late afternoon in 'Builder's', I stood over their record bin near the registers, determined to spend my burning five bucks on one of the sleeves in no alphabetical order.
Steve Miller Blues Band's ($2.99) it's cover grabbed my eye, a cool collage and hand type-
San Francisco fog horns blow.
'Song for Our Ancestors', their opening instrumental
pulled my ear...
and I'm sure Carlos Santana to David Gilmour's as well.
posted by Dave Fontana at 10:15 PM
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Great story Dave!
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