We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The guitarist is Eddie Duran one of the classic, but relatively unknown jazz guitarists who all jazz musicians know about, but public wouldn't recognize. He is one of those jazz musicians who the big names call on when they need a solid musician.
Those 'north shore' Frisco jazz club guys were the very essense of 50s jazz --long before a genius name of Mendelsohn must've been reading Charles Schultz' Peanuts comic strip while listening to Guaraldi, when a big bright light bulb appeared in a cartoon bubble over his head. At least in our future memory of 'the moment' when the gears engaged and eventually brought into being that whole 60s-70s TV-animation phenom known as Charlie Brown. And thus for lo those many years the not-always-back-then idiot box beamed upon the great middle America the Guaraldi sound --and revealed a minor-key national sensibility --the wry, bittersweet life of the forever hopeful, always thankful, eternally forgiving pessimist: the Little Guy.
--me too --heard it my sophomore year in HS on a date with that girl i could hardly breathe around without going dizzy --the combination, her, the night, the song, oh mercy.
You and Tom oughtta give this a try --put on your headphones and turn it up nice and strong, and dig this piano starting at 3:20 and running to 5:32.
I just found it --i had listened to the song other times but always i guess too distracted to really follow what he's doing. But lord a-mighty, it has done pegged the funk-o-meter, broke the needle, melted the glass and exiled the dial a mile with a smile