Listening to 9/26/73 at the War Memorial in Buffalo, NY at Fillmore South tonight and luxuriating in the mostly-on-key stylings of one of my beloved, polarizing, belovedly polarizing horn shows.
The horns in the horn show don’t show up until Eyes, after the Boys have already ripped through a HoF China>Rider and a shit-hot second set with Bobby taking the wheel from Playing through Truckin’.
but from there, it’s pure horny goodness. Lemme get my valve oil, baby. Spit valve? Swallow valve.
Eww.
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Yeah. You ever see most horn players? They take the keyboardist’s leftovers.
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