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3 comments:
totally captures (I think?) the essence of it.
In answer to your question, the fire is some chemical mixture under pressure with propane jetted in and a pilot light on top waiting for some pyromaniac to hit the remote control switch. Typical Burners include women who like to dance with fire and men who like to send it roaring into the sky.
You passed on Tower of Power for this.
My God.
OK, maybe you had to be there to fully appreciate it.
I tell ya' the horn section with Mic Gillette is REBORN! You MUST try to see them. The five original members now playing are all in their early Sixties or close. Who knows how long they'll be around.
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