A guitar player friend of mine talks about standing outside the window of our
rehearsals, back in the day. He claims that watching us roll in with our big
cars, and listening to us work out our shows helped motivate him to keep
practicing his craft.
In much the same way, when I was a youngster, I used to stand in the alley,
outside of a garage on Lexington Ave. This was Satch's place. I used to watch
him pull up in his big white Lincoln Mark and then the guys would show up, and
start working on the OP show. Satch would make us stand back from the open
garage door, because he said we were muffling the sound. So I guess this is how
the torch is passed down from generation of musician to generation.
