“What is this thing going on out here?”
That’s the best way to start a session. When the musicians just stumble upon us and spontaneously decide to hop in and grace us with their jams. That’s what happened on the side of the street in the French Quarter one muggy April night. Mr. Sammon makes his way around this world playing the keys for the likes of men like Buddy Guy, so it’s safe to say he travels in hip circles. How hip it was for him to stumble our way and ask for a moment of our time. In trade he gave us all of this smoothness and thanked us to boot. So in the immortal words of Mr. Spud, “no sir, you’ve got that wrong, it’s thank you Mr. Sammon, thank you.