Oh, yes...It was a sunny day in the spring of 1976. Jimmy Don't and Drag Triplet were sipping tequila on the deck of Koko Johnson's yacht, somewhere in the Sea of Cortez. I remember Shef had some amazing Cadillac glitter onboard. Shef came along to do a photo shoot for a JCPenney swimsuit line, so there were a few models onboard partying, but that's another story. Normally it would just be Koko, Jimmy and Drag on these "fishing" trips, but Shef needed a boat to use for the shoot, and I was writing an article for the Sacramento Bee about the possibility of moving the Oakland Raiders up the river to Sacramento (Don't and Triplet were major share holders at the time). I never finished that article or went back to work for the Bee.One of the models brought an 8-track that she had to play (over, and over, and over) during her photo shoot. I think it was her boyfriend's band or something. This music would change the worlds of Don't and Triplet. They sat, speechless, staring at the speaker next to the mini-bar as if it were going to attack and they needed to be ready. Hours, and tequila shots, went by when suddenly Jimmy Don't exploded upright and yelled from the bottom of his stomach, "Stop the tape!" Don't grabbed Triplet by the towel and drug him down to the back cabin of the boat and slammed the door behind them.Everything went silent on deck as if time had stopped. The ocean calmed. We could hear yelling from the cabin, but nothing comprehendable. Like loud crying. After an hour or so, I snuck down to the cabin door to see what was going on. Quiet. I pressed my ear to the door, and there it was: one completely serene guitar chord. And then another.Don't and Triplet emerged from the cabin a few minutes later with guitars in hand, Koko turned on the microphones and made drinks for everyone. For the rest of the evening, Don't and Triplet played music for us. A new music. We had never heard anything like it, but it was almost like it came from our souls, as well as theirs. The rest is for you.-Beau Fuvemm--------And then it was.
The ultimate in Hi-Fi pleasure. The coming out of Don't and Triplet's debut CD, Burlap.
Songs of Men. Songs of Women. Songs that make you question the very fabric of your being. These songs will transport you to other times. Your childhood, where everything was simple and innocent. Your tumultuous adolescent years when hormones ruled the world,and all the way to the twighlight time of contemplation and peace-making. Don't fret children, this disc will be available for purchase by August 1st at the latest. Only 10 or 12 american dollars. Such a small price to pay for the pinnacle of aural enlightenment.
Face it.......
