I have a good friend; Hank Adams, an old beatnik who returned to Lexington after years as a drummer in Vegas to take care of aging family members.

He said, "There was this trombone player who hung around the club. I thought he was diggin' the group, but he was actually 'firin' on my "ole lady".

"She left with the dude and called me from Reno. I said Honey, how could you do that? He don't even play good bone"!

Don't know if it's true, but makes a good story.


Russ