My favorite instruments are guitars and brass--and their forerunners from centuries ago. In this age - if we limit ourselves to circa 1969-71 - first thoughts gravitate to Miles Davis and the Allman Brothers. I had the honor of seeing the latter at the now defunct Fillmore East. 

The bain of commercial music radio nowadays is the limited number songs forced in repetiton ad nauseum. No finesse. No sense of season. No poetry in programming. To borrow a phrase, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist (or a PH.d in music) to understand that music is created with a certain mindset--in a certain time, space, intent and emotion. Its the reason we play Christmas carols in December--not August.

Going from the unofficial start of summer with Memorial Day... we time travel full tilt into Summer with The 4th!

Back when life was simpler and Mom was able to cook, I remember a holiday feast of barbecued spare ribs she prepared with onions/garlic/tomato sauce in the kitchen before I grilled them in the back yard.