These four pictures document the jam-sessions we had at Zancudo. It would make a great album: "Live at Zancudo - the lost tapes." It probably sounded more like "How to Scare the Hell Out of the Chickens" but we were all feeling no pain and any harmonic yoldeling was appreciated if prepared with enough liqour. The standout was our Italian cook, Alberto, who could sing charming love songs in Italian about lost sailors, thieves, prostitutes, and broken hearts.
In the last shot, all this music caused our hostest, Lori, to don orthopedic headgear and dance the forbidden dance.