That's my old pal, business partner, & collaborator Phil Platten on bass and vox.
A delight to revisit our collaborative work. We were called "Sunstroke" after a contest to name the band brought forth a few barely mentionable names. Gosh, something like "….Beaver Twins". Does anyone recall the third-place entry?
Would not have broached the material but for the fact that Phil moved on a year ago this month. And but for the fact that another bass player with whom I had a band also took flight.
[I could not bring myself to say that Phil and Dick expired the first or second draft of this post. Dare I say it now…but 'moving on' and 'taking flight' are two terms that seem correct for what happened to them.]
Dick Bungo: a consummate musician tho I don't remember him being in any of the bands, singing groups or orchestras in high school. Not much of a 'joiner' our Dick. Neither have I turned out to be.
This can only be considered a first draft of the video of the piece, for I will want it as part of the soundtrack for "The World's Longest Open Love Letter".
The lyrics remind me where was emotionally in December of 1980, when this was recorded. Can't yet quite get my mind around it but in the editing — in the meditation that is editing — am certain all will become quickly clear.
Miss my old friend, roommate and Nathaniel's owner Dave Clark. Where are ya, Dave?