Back in the early 90s I had the privilege of working with a group of talented musicians in a band called FlashBack. We played classic rock and have the distinct honor of being asked if we were the Doobie Brothers, and a reporter from a major network thought we were the Beatles when he heard our sound check. Granted he couldn't see us, he thought it was on the radio. My last attempt to build credibility in the hopes that you will listen to this recording is that David bowie's bass player needed a back up band, and he asked us to play behind him at Daytona beach during Spring Break - we respectfully declined (one of many decisions I often second guess).
We went into the studio in the summer to cut two tracks for a compilation Christmas album. As a classic rock band we were going for a sort of "Byrds" feel: tight harmonies (which I had NOTHING to do with) and acoustic guitars. Fortunately the studio had an electric 12 string and our guitarist had always wanted to play one. So they let him use it and without practice he laid down a beautiful track. Me? I messed up the drum intro and so they just brought me in on beat 1.
My wife and I, being frugal, went shopping this morning. This song came to mind amidst the yelling, grabbing, pushing and shoving. It remains one of my favorites and I am privileged to have recorded it with these musicians.
Give it a listen and let me know what you think.
Happy Thanksgiving and welcome to Advent!
another Mike
