hat’s when I saw the light; Literally. Headlights approached from the darkness of the desolate landscape, and I had a feeling that it carried greatness.
I struggled to adjust my eyes as I approached the gator, overflowing with passengers. “Are y’all still open? Is it ok if we come in and jam?” a familiar voice asked. “I told you I would be back,” he said, and I realized that it was Josh Abbott, and he had brought along his buddies, Stoney LaRue, Casey Twist, Dave Perez and Austin Davis.
“Of course, the studio is always open. Y’all come on in.” I told them, eagerly anticipating what was about to go down. I rushed to the door before them and quickly told my small group of friends, who had just about passed out. Half asleep they weren’t sure if they were dreaming, if I was joking, or if some of Texas’ best players were about to grace the warm dimly lit stage for a private performance.
The group flooded in the door and, like most, were drawn to the stage. As they made themselves comfortable, in what seemed like a second home, I scrambled to get the mics in place and ready to record. It wasn’t long before they were tuned up and making music magic. The combination of talent had never been mixed so well, and you would have never known it was thenull
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