California Dreaming

If you like peaches and you happen to be in Folsom…

When I was a kid in Illinois, California was the promised land. I was 14 years old during the Summer of Love in ‘67, dying to take the First Train to California (by the Cryan’ Shames from Chicago), hoping to prove that the preacher who liked the cold had it wrong about me—I was California bound, headed for the dock of the bay.

Fast forward 50 years.

Sunday, August 6, 2023, we, my wife and I, are playing the Peach Festival in Folsom, California, from 11:00-3:00. The organizers expect 8,000-9,000 people. If you are in the area, stop by and say hello. The streets in old town Folsom will be closed, there will be three bands, two plus us, and vendors of all kinds offering a potpourri of potpourri. Wear a hat and sunscreen.

Rewind.

I sang along with this song on the car radio before I got my drivers license, riding around town with my buddy in his VW, driving country roads outlining Illinois cornfields to visit family with my mom. I told ‘em the song was written for me.

Fast forward.

I recorded backing tracks during the pandemic, Jo figured out the bass part, and we are doing it. I recorded a total of twelve vocal harmony tracks over a period of two days with three guitar tracks and a synth interlude. We plan to play it on the 6th at the beginning of the first and third sets.

Hope you enjoy this practice take for a change of pace.