Cannonball Adderley Quintet: Walk Tall, Operation Bread Basket

Hey, after I rip out my frets, i'm going to fill slots with ground up bone powder mixed with coyote urine from Mayan human sacrifice burial pits... thank you very much.

Anecdote WARNING !!!! [flea market funk]

I went on a walk in Evanston one bright day in 1979. I walked into the "Record Store," [forgot the name], at the corner of Central and Green Bay Rd. right next door to the shrunken heads head shop back then, OK? All vinyl; you know the kind of record shop.. twisty University town style. Good so far.

Each corner of the high ceiling of the busy shop had an enormous high wattage speaker. They were on about "1/2" and every little snare buzz, and saxophone tink, and cough from the audience could be heard. I stopped dead in my tracks. It was the Cannon Ball Adderley Quintet. I got the full ten of goose flesh all over and my liver did a Nicklo'deon splat. I only had eight dollars for disposable income for my day trip.

The guy sold it to me for that, and so on and so on. Most everyone I ever asked kind of gives me the look, like when I ask them if they like the Band... they pause with indignation and ask "What Band?" I quit talking about it a while ago, because I didn't want to appear like a runny nose snob... because I am mostly harmless. And because I once asked Pribek if he liked Cannonball Adderley and he said, "Huh?"

Now thirty years later I see you talking about the songwriter for the Adderley's. Few days stand out in my life: the births of my children and that day in Evanston.