Drawn down into the basement at my parents' house, pops was down there getting down to Roy Ayers, a musician he says he bought albums by back in the day but couldn't really get into them, because he was usually into something else. But now he's older, retired, chilling and smoking a little herb - only for medicinal purposes - he's relaxed and into funk jazz, Betty Davis, the Blackbyrds, and lots of music I never heard before. He was playing some Dinah Washington earlier that blew me away. Guess, I'm getting exposed too. Ayer's Don't Stop the Feeling and Searching are baaddd jams. Suddenly, I 've got a mad craving for some munchies.
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