The stage this time is at the legendary Earthquake Mc-Goon’s jazz club on Clay Street in downtown San Francisco.
It’s 1977. I’m in my junior year of high school, playing piano for a Palo Alto Unified all-district Dixieland jazz band organized by Brian (trumpet) and his brother Bill (trombone). Josh is our drummer; Paul plays tuba, and one more Bill (yes…
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