Sly in Hat, San Jose, 1968.On Jim’s page there’s a story about Sly at Doris Day’s house, white girls, and coke (back when it really meant something. Now everybody’s got white girls and coke, you know? People used to ooh and ahh when they’d see me in the streets. Now the market’s been flooded and it’s sad for me.)
[*That’s Every Dude in My Neighborhood.])
“Tom Cat.” I don’t know why I love every song that sounds just like dirty sex. I JUST DO. I would appreciate you not over-analyzing that. PS, Muddy, call me.