Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Million Dollar Bash

Ev’rybody from right now
To over there and back
The louder they come
The harder they crack
Come now, sweet cream
Don’t forget to flash
We’re all gonna meet
At that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It’s that million dollar bash
My childhood friend Rich Lewis has been the nucleus of various musical groups for over forty years. Recently he has been throwing year-end bashes at Whitey's—a landmark Northeast Minneapolis bar. Last Sunday he really outdid himself with an amalgamation of musicians and singers performing to rapturous friends and family in the densely packed nightclub.

He even persuaded a couple of "the girls" to join his daughter on the chorus of one number:

Rich's daughter Faye stole the show from her father on a stirring rendition of Wilson Pickett's Don't Let the Green Grass Fool You:

Thanks Rich, for a lifetime of memories, musical and otherwise!

Million Dollar Bash lyrics by Bob Dylan

By Professor Batty


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