Our drummer Joel had a roomie Matt Giles. He was a guitar player that also played trumpet in high school. Maybe inspired by our garage rehearsals, He wrote this beautiful Mexican- Herb Albert-y song that captured the heart of what the Deep Sombreros were about. Of course Peter added his touch by shouting, at Chingo-go, go! During the song. Hilarious.
A take a solo in the middle, I feel like a queen! I felt like the real deal every time we started that tune. It was solid.
Wait, I am the real deal! I just didn't know it back then.
In the car today I played it once, I played it twice. A true summer jam.
Then Morphine came on. How appropriate!
I reflected on his short poppy sax licks. Charlie Parker is my favorite player, but the sax player for Morphine is next.
It's the perfect mix of rock and diminished minor notes that bring in the blues. Genius.
Lets say a prayer that long time pal Mark Shuman finishes his documentary on Morphine soon.
He knew them, and brought me to the one and only concert I saw of theirs at Liberty Lunch in the late 90's in Austin.
That documentary is long overdue!
