If I were a movie producer in Palm Springs in the 1960s I would play this during intimate dinner parties and dazzle my guests with my sophisticated and cosmopolitan taste
wonderful little jazz piece - beautiful guitar solo that glides into an addictive cacophony of percussion and vocals. peppy enough for a walk and pretty enough for some seated thought.
I want to regularly exchange hand-written letters with someone in a distant country and confide in them as we share our day-to-day struggles, passions, dreams etc. and learn about each others' cultures
