Serenade, by the Steve Miller Band.
How important should the Fly Like An Eagle album be to the average ’80s kid? Like, on a scale of 1-10? Should it loom large in your memory? Should you immediately be transported to your Dad’s 1979 280ZX, with the louvers on the rear window, and the stick shift, and the heavy rotation of Steve Miller, the Coasters, and the Big Chill soundtrack? It seems like it should be pretty important. And I’m not talking about The Joker, I’m talking about an album that starts with something called “SPACE INTRO” then gets to its first proper song, which ends with something that sounds like satellite blips directly into a song about living off the land, and then drops this song which I once attempted to talk a hardcore band into playing (well, two members of it that had kinda accidentally invited me to rehearse with them when one of their moms suggested it).
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So, uh, yeah. This went poorly! Too much, too wrong, tried to record in the morning because I knew it would be a long day, and then it was a long day, and then I did the rest of it, and now I am exhausted.