[geodeticman.5]

Jamestown Massacre's "Summer Sun" sounds a LOT like the group "Chicago", in the 70's. Geographic coincidence, I guess. They share some of the same sound, with voice and horn section. Likeable stuff,but not quite the polish of Chicago, the band.

I once read Chicago was one of the top 40's most professionally-trained and classically educated in music and/or their specific instruments. I believe it. Terry Winter is very listenable, but tries a little to hard on rapid vibrato in his voice. Sounds a bit like Johnny Rivers mixed with Bobby Goldsboro's rapid vibrato and tenor voice (?) - I think... I'm no pro on singing terminology, only an amateur opinion.

Summer music definately had a distinctive quality about it. You can almost hear/feel (?)- the heat waves in songs like "Sunset Grill" by Don Henley. I can also still smell the backseat area of the station-wagon (remember those?LOL) on summer family vacations when I was a kid. Socks needing laundered, orange peels and chocolate candy-wrappers on the floor, with my brother and I fighting over the EXACT center of the transmission-hump with our feet, as though we were holding the Prime Meridian down at 0 degrees in Greenwich, LOL.

The smell of Dad's coffee thermos to keep driving for 11 hours at 80 MPH, PULLING A POP-TOP TENT TRAILER, with more than 12 stops, at least one every hour to let the dogs and us rest-stop in 3 minutes max. Gotta get those miles in, and stop at a Holiday Inn every other night for real sleep and shower, unlike the KOA's and oval "stump with electrical outlet, and tent-pad and picnic table "campgrounds",LOL.

From Ohio up through Sault Saint Marie to Canada, West all the way to Alberta and the Rockies, Moraine Lake and The Valley of the Ten Peaks" - THAT was camping, in National Forest grounds. Banff, Lake Louis (beautiful) - and the tea-house gift-shop up a day-hike from the lake, at about 11,000 feet, amazing.Right at timberline. Then shoot down to Colorado, for two weeks of base-camping near Estes Park,and 3-5 day backpack trips from the trailer up to the St. Vrain Glaciers. Magnificent. Smell the pines, ahhhh.

Then back in the car, 4 people, 4 dogs, the backseat "am I going to have to STOP this car and TAN YOUR HIDES?" with my brother and I arguing over the tranny hump again, LOL. Me 12, him 16. 10,000 miles on the Chevy Brookwood wagon that trip, in one month. That was a complex set of summer smells, LOL. oH - And the Stuckey's pecan logs at their tourist stops on the HWY, mom had to get the nut roll logs, and a fresh 2 quarts of coffee for dad to stay awake driving. Gotta get those miles.

Carbon Monoxide and exhaust in the old crank-down wagon rear windows, and the fumes rolling back in, because dad wanted to save the $50 on the air deflector, I'd lay in the back cargo area on the rugs with the dogs to get away from my brother punching me in the arm, LOL, and his, well, methane. But I smelled worse after a few hours in the back with the dogs.

Ahhh but the crisp cool pine-scented air off of the glaciers at backpack camp-sites. Summer smells. Summer songs made me remember all that, LOL.