As a high school dweeb, I visualized my rockin' apartment above some busy urban avenue, street vendor smells mixing with patchouli and hot asphalt, rising up to my apartment window. (The other version featured a seat by the window where I watched the gray town below as rain streaked the window. What can I say, I was a complex kid.)
A good part of the soundtrack to that gritty urban vista was the Crusaders. Funky piano, and a trombone featured in the mix -- how cool was that? This album was, and still is, a constant in the ol' CD player, and a very warm thank you to my sister, who brought home from Japan the early CD pressing that I still listen to today.
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