...yeah, man, followed my dog around for a week...!!! . I don't think Labrador gets enough sun to grow anemic lichens, much less champion bud...back in the 70s, there were no super-duper grow sub-cultures, the first time I saw that movie I was cringing at the thought of burnt Alpo. I have run into so many people who grow in the last few years, it's such a different world now. I'm so glad I don't smoke.
I heard one of the Stax guys passed just a little while ago, can't remember if it was Duck or Steve but I toasted a sad slug of single malt in effigy. Stax, Muscle Shoales (aka Swampers), the Wrecking Crew, the Funk Brothers...you'd be suprised, but anyplace there's any kind of media market or music venues there's usually a handful of local hot shoes holding down the best paying gigs. Wish I could say I was a part of some legendary gathering...truth is I was a decade and a half too late to participate in any of that but got to soak a little in the cultural remnants. Went to music school in Baltimore where I grew up.
I used to work in LA, mostly Hollywood. Mainly commercials, some other bed tracks like tutorials, corporate promos or soundtracks. Once in awhile showcase gigs for trust fund babies, some side work composing demos with R & B guys...this was from 1985 to 1994. Moved to San Diego, been here ever since...hard to leave the waves. Took pit orchestra gigs, jazz casuals, whatever comes up, but moved from construction into the public sector during the big crush of 2008 to stay in front of the mortgage. Watching the local chapter of the Confederate Air Force zooming around Gillespie Field has been incentive to get back to my license, and yes...that Lear crash happened just around the corner from my house.