On a cold, rainy January day I was sitting in my sweatpants, playing my guitar, bemoaning the fact that my band, The Mustangs, had just experienced one of our worst holiday seasons ever.
In a typical year we’d make at least a quarter of our annual income in November and December. Holiday parties and New Year’s Eve were steady sources of big money. That season (2009) I think we had two jobs. Feeling sorry for myself, I was killing time picking around on some melancholy tunes. Strumming the chords to Paul Simon’s “America” I looked over to my then 15-year-old daughter Sammie and asked her if she’d ever heard the song. She said no so I pulled it up on the Internet and let her hear it.
Having inherited great taste in music from her dad (me), she, of course, loved it. Looking for anything to do on such a dreary day, I jumped up, went downstairs to the studio and laid down a rhythm track and lead vocal. When I was done I somehow convinced Sammie to come down and fool around with those intricate Garfunkel harmonies.
I am so glad I did.
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