My close encounter with Walter Becker...Around 1975, my best pal and I were driving his delivery truck (he driving, me riding shotgun w/eyes closed) on W.23rd St. in NYC, , stopped for a light mid block when I hear him shout out "Donald!, No! Walter!". I open my eyes to see Walter Becker w/ female companion crossing in front of us and Walter's gesturing with his hands and face, egging my pal on to get the name right. My pal blurts out "Fagan!". I suggest "Becker", my pal yells it out and Walter smiles and gives the thumbs-up and he and his friend finish crossing the street and enter a Blimpies. My friend was so excited, he parked the truck and we ran back to the Blimpies where we briefly chatted with WB while he was waiting on line about how we loved their music and had the songbooks and played some of their tunes.For Walter Becker who died yesterday at 67. One half of the greatest thinking person's duo in rock.
Points for using the umlaut!I've been on a Motörhead tear, AGAIN. It started when I read an article listing their version of the Top 25 Live albums...started at 25 (Deep Purple 'Made in Japan') and I got stuck at 'No Sleep 'till Hammersmith'.
RIP Lemmy...
Only a sailor or Marine could write a better song about a cup of Maxwell House Coffee.
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Just like in the olden days; I bought this without listening to it first. Give me a break, even an old fella needs some excitement. I hope it's good.
Doc
I like it! If you like Stax Horns and the Jersey sound, you'll like it too.And??