Santa put Keith Richards' book "Life" in my stocking this year. I've only started reading it, but I'm impressed his memories are so lucid, so intact. Especially since my own are so hazy and I have nothing to blame my haze on. Tonight I also picked up "Street Player: My Chicago Story" by Danny Seraphine. I didn't even know it existed - I read a couple pages at the store, and was sucked in. I grew up with Chicago, and they'll always be near and dear. I was never a fan of Seraphine's drumming, however. To me it always seemed he must have come from the Cream-era school of musical interaction, because his playing often not only didn't complement the music, it was a distraction. The same could be said of Peter Cetera's bass playing, but that's a topic for another day, but more probably never.
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