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Miami, Florida - January 13, 2011 (11:22pm)
Way down in Louisiana down in New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, where lived a country boy named a-Johnny B. Goode who never ever learned to read or write so well, he could play a guitar just like he’s ringing a bell. Go, go! Go, Johnny, go! Go, go, Johnny, go, go, go! Go, Johnny, go, go! Go, Johnny, go, go, go! Johnny B. Goode! He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack and sit beneath the tree by the railroad track, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade, strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made, people passing by they would stop and say: “Oh my that little country boy sure could play”. [Guitar solo]. Go, go! Go, Johnny, go! Go, go, Johnny, go, go, go! Go, Johnny, go, go! Go, Johnny, go, go! Johnny B. Goode! Well his mama told him one day you will be a man, and you will be the leader of a big old band. People gonna come from miles around to listen to you playin’ ’til the sun go down. And one day maybe your name will be in lights saying Johnny B. Goode tonight. Go, go, go! Go, Johnny, go! Go, go, Johnny, go, go, go! Go, Johnny, go, go! Go, Johnny, go, go, go! Johnny B. Goode! Go, go, go! Go, Johnny, go! Go, go, Johnny, go, go, go! Go, Johnny, go, go! Go, Johnny, go, go!
I celebrated my birthday at Little Hoolie’s. I was rockin’ and rollin’, playing bass and having a great time. In back of me to the left is my good buddy John (a.k.a. Johnny B. Goode) who sings and also plays bass. In fact, that awesome “gold-plated” pre-CBS Fender Precision Bass belongs to him and he always lets me play it when I jam at the open mic nights. During the past few years, it’s been traditional for me to wear a Miami Dolphins football jersey with the number 13 (which is my lucky number) on my birthday being that I was born on January 13th. (Photo by Jose)
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