The end of the Thanksgiving weekend gave me an opportunity to play some jazz with the mighty Flycats. They have a semi-regular Sunday brunch gig at Moondance in Suwanee. Of course, this provided me a few hours to hang with one of my best friends going back to my early years in the ATL, Master Reece Harris. Reece is a formidable drummer who can play just about anything. He took the sickest solo on Paul Desmond's Take Five I have ever witnessed! Too bad I was one of the four people there to check it out. Glenn Tocci on the guitar gave us a run for our hard-earned moolah! He led us through a little bit of That's the Way of the World, Isn't She Lovely, and a request from the owner('s husband - she was out for the the weekend, along with everybody else who frequents the establishment) of Stormy Monday, complete with an impromptu harmonica solo - nice! We rocked the joint and ate our weight in omelets, bacon, and hotcakes. It was a joyous noise. Those guys are so complimentary. I can't think of better comrades in that regard. They truly pumped me up until I felt like I could do no wrong. My intonation was a bit quirky every so often, but I had the drive to keep it aggressive and confident. Thanks to the 'cats! Hope we can reconvene again before we get too much older.
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