I confess, Joe Dart makes me jealous. I think to myself if only I hadn't gotten married, had kids, and threw myself into the itinerant life of a working bass player, then maybe that could be me playing Madison Square Garden.
Then I get over myself. I admit this kid could teach me a thing or two, I resist the urge to cavil about where he's sitting on on the beat, or complain that he's not old-school Authentic© funk, pick up my bass and use his example to woodshed my butt off.
Then I get over myself. I admit this kid could teach me a thing or two, I resist the urge to cavil about where he's sitting on on the beat, or complain that he's not old-school Authentic© funk, pick up my bass and use his example to woodshed my butt off.