TTOTE ~ Santana Tribute Jam

Date Added: June 10, 2008

MP3 Description:

Kenny G Tribute version is tba . . . ...........

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15 Comments.
  • Robert Tiernan says

    Very nice jam with GREAT feel, didn't forget anything I'd say! Can't wait to hear you blow on the KG. Or blow him away!
  • Wild Bill Austin & The North 40 says

    Pack the trunk, Helen. We're getting outa Dodge.

    What is it, Ralph.

    It's a stampede.

    A stampede!!???

    Yes, Helen. Thes wild elephants are wreaking havoc with my stereo.

    What are they doing?

    They're playing this awesome Santana Tribute Jam.

    So then, what's the matter?

    They ate all my peanuts!!!
  • Lavezzo's Hardware Palace says

    V!!!!!!!!!!!on tuesday
  • The Stones of the Grunge Era says

    this elephants sound like someone I know....hmmm I wonder?

    Great Jam......NEB
  • perrga says

    wheres my blanket and cooler
    aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
  • TAYY-B says

    This is awesome! You guys are fantastic and I wish you all the luck in the contest!

    TAYY-B
  • Mark Alan Dooley says

    She"s a Pachy Magic Woman!?
  • TODD DUFFLEY says

    cool tune,love it! Joan is a little tied up right now ..hehe ,but she sends her love,tc~thanks for sharing the tune..~ joan~Todd
  • Ricky Sparks says

    Very cool song, nice feel and flow!
  • Mark Holman says

    Yep, there it is the lush undergrowth and the meticulous steps that even a large mammal can make when stealth is of primary concern. The fronds of palms and massive ferns open as a bulbous head peers through, huge ears the sizr of car hood barely move. The trunk long and partly obscured hangs erect in front sniffing. The eyes, what EYES, compounded with the wisdom of the lead matriiarch glance at me knowing that I am alien to this world that I now find myself. Without knowing I know her. I know that I am now welcomed into this land I have never known, between notes and melody where the elephants graze in high pastures. I am the herd. I am the steps rounded and flattened in mud of a thousand imprints. I am the rebirth and progeny infinite cycling through the environment as one biomass entity or another, a branched chain or a definitive version of the same. Hoe I like the Garden without trouble as all have eaten . . .midday and time to rest, . . .ah the soul of life. - music - your music - way cool!