Open invitation, baby.
Okay, I have to talk about this a little, so please indulge me. Santana’s Inner Secrets album is easily one of the albums of the decade — its own decade, hell, any decade — and our band got into this album more than any other except for maybe Abraxus. (As I recall, we played four songs off Inner Secrets: Stormy, One Chain, Open Invitation and Well Alright, and we killed them.)
Anyway, the other day I popped this into the WhatsApp group the surviving band members have put together, and the reaction was immediate, both inside the chat group and in private messages thereafter.
And to a man, we all missed Kevin, because in a couple of songs, at a couple of gigs, he blew Carlos’s doors off. Purple patches, baby.
When it comes to earworms, I often find this one stuck on a constant loop: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytWz0qVvBZ0
and I could listen to this all day long:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqTsuPCCS3A
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