A trumpeter is playing his heart out in a dirty jazz lounge as our detective walks in, trench coat unbuttoned, hat at an angle almost covering his eyes, and a cigarette danging from his mouth. Orders a scotch and asks the bartender "where are all the dames"?

That was the vision I had while listening to this amazing song. Mike you really captured that era.

Outstanding use of RTs, you are a pro at that.

Loved it.


Back in my day the only time we started panic buying was when the bartender shouted "last call"!

64 bit Win 10 Pro, the latest BiaB/RB, Roland Octa-Capture audio interface, a ton of software/hardware